The word "sleeping overnight" made Ji Wannong's eyelids tremble, but she nodded: "Okay."

She has chosen the wedding house, isn’t it normal to live together?

Why bother to be pretentious?

Huo Yao: "Do you need me to help you?"

Ji Wannong shook his head quickly: "Don't bother Mr. Huo, I have very few things. The main reason is that there is something going on in my school. I have to work overtime and I may go home very late."

What she said about this 'going home' was a bit difficult.

Huo Yao: "Call me after get off work soon and I'll pick you up."

Ji Wannong: "I really don't have to bother Mr. Huo. I know... the address at home, the password for the electronic door lock is six zeros, right? You are busy with yours, I can go home by myself, uh," he said.

Huo Yao: "I have only one thing to be busy with today."

Look, she said that Huo Yao seemed gentlemanly and considerate, but in fact he was used to being the emperor who was the best.

Very domineering.

Regardless of whether she is mentally prepared to live with Huo Yao or not, she will start living with Huo Yao.

Escape is shameful, but it is particularly useful.

Ji Wannong went straight into the library when she returned to school. She originally wanted to find something to do to distract herself, otherwise she would have always wanted Huo Yao and wanted to live with Huo Yao, and her head would explode.

In just half a day, there were too many things happening.

The CPU is about to burn.

But within a while, she really focused on writing teaching and research.

Until ten o'clock, the library will be turned off and the lights will be closed.

The teacher's dormitory did not lock the door and there was no access control, so she started to pack her luggage again.

However, she had too few items. She had winter clothes at home, and only summer clothes in the dormitory. No matter how hard she was, she packed her suitcase in less than an hour.

A 32-inch suitcase put down all her belongings.

At this time, time slowly pointed to eleven o'clock in the evening.

Before getting off the car, Ji Wannong left his mobile phone number with Huo Yao and added WeChat.

She pushed her suitcase toward the east gate, and the east gate of the school was closest to Jiupintang, where the large flat floor was located.

She almost walked to the school gate and took out her cell phone. After thinking about it, she only sent him a WeChat message: Mr. Huo, I'm off work.

Huo Yao probably doesn’t know how to hold his cell phone.

She sent a WeChat message, but he didn't see it, so there was nothing he could do.

She had to take a taxi home by herself—

As soon as Ji Wannong walked out of the school gate, he saw the black car parked on the side of the road.

Qingqing told her that Huo Yao was very low-key.

Anyway, she doesn't understand it very much. Where did the person who drives the Rolls-Royce Phantom keep a low profile?

Is it considered low-key to break up the little golden man on the hood?

It was already late at night, and there were only three or five pedestrians on the street.

Ji Wannong looked at the security room with lights on, and walked forward with her suitcase, while preparing to call him with her cell phone, hoping that he would drive away the Rolls-Royce Phantom that had broken the Little Golden Man so that he would not be seen by their school security guards.

As a result, she had just unlocked her phone, and the black car suddenly turned on its lights and slowly drove forward, stopping in a place that the security booth could not see.

Huo Yao stood by the roadside, took off his suit and changed into casual and comfortable clothes. He was so long that he looked good in everything he wore.

If she goes to that stop, she will breathe rapidly.

Ji Wannong pushed the suitcase and ran towards him. Huo Yao reached out and easily placed her suitcase in the back seat.

He opened the car door for her again and protected her forehead with one hand.

"Thank you." Ji Wannong thought for a while, and then Wuyin Sanbailiang explained here: "I think it's too late. I thought that if you go to bed, I'll wake you up if I call you, so I sent a WeChat message."

Huo Yao put on his seat belt and said "hmm" from the tip of his nose, which was unknown.

He pursed his lips again, unhappy.

Ji Wannong bit her lip: "Mr. Huo, have you been waiting for a long time? Sorry, I am too focused on writing teaching and research and forgot the time."

Huo Yao: "The library is closed at 10 o'clock."

Ji Wannong was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

Huo Yao glanced at her with slightest eyes: "I left the door at eleven o'clock, haven't waited for a long time."

Ji Wannong: "Oh, oh, it's better not to wait too long..."

Um?

Wait a moment!

What does he mean?

He had seen through her long ago that she would stay until the library was closed before she would go back to the dormitory to pack her luggage?

He even calculated the time for her to pack her luggage?

Ji Wannong felt a little strange in her heart. She knew Huo Yao and had nothing to do with Qingqing being a little talkative person. More importantly, she wanted to listen to Huo Yao, and she wanted to know Huo Yao.

Therefore, Qingqing talked about Huo Yao in front of her. She pretended to be careless, but listened very seriously. She would talk from time to time, and take the initiative to open Qingqing's words and tell her everything about Huo Yao.

In contrast, every time Qingqing talks about the Huo family and the gossip in the upper-class circles, she doesn't want to listen to it, so it's easy to shut up or switch topics.

So Huo Yao calculated so accurately and saw through her. Did Qingqing tell him all this?

It is hard to imagine that a person as busy as Huo Yao would hear Qingqing talk about so many things about people who have nothing to do with him.

Or is Huo Yao just willing to take the time and patience to listen to Qingqing?

Ji Wannong was unwilling to think about it anymore, and of course, she didn't give her time to continue thinking about it.

It is less than three kilometers from school to Jiupintang. It takes only three or five minutes to drive.

The black car was parked in the underground parking lot, Ji Wannong didn't want to bother Huo Yao to help him push his suitcase.

She is not Mr. Huo’s white moonlight, so how can she afford Mr. Huo?

But Huo Yao had already pushed her suitcase towards the elevator. She thought about it but no longer felt pretentious. She said thank you and followed him.

When the elevator enters the house, you can push the elevator a few steps. You will get home after leaving the elevator, and you don’t have to spend much effort.

Qingqing has three years to contract with the dance troupe, and she and him will have to act for three years. There are too many places to get along with each other every day, so there is really no need to be so pretentious.

Huo Yao pressed his fingerprint, the electronic lock turned, the door opened, he picked up his suitcase, thought of something and turned to her and said, "The password has been changed to your birthday."

Ji Wannong nodded.

The original password has six zeros, which is too simple and unsafe.

It's changed to her birthday, which makes her easy to remember.

It is very suitable for his gentlemanly and considerate character after getting along with him all day today.

She is no longer surprised now, he knows everything about her and she feels normal.

How she understood him, then how he understood her.

But she took the initiative to understand him, and he was forced to understand her.

During the day, Huo Yao just drove her around the door of Jiupintang, but did not enter the community. At this moment, Huo Yao led her to get to know the home that was nominally the new house of the two of them.

A house worth more than 300 square meters is worth tens of millions, which is naturally excellent.

The apartment is good, facing north and south. Each room is square and very spacious. Not to mention the spacious balcony in each bedroom, Ji Wannong fell in love with the large terrace at a glance. This is her dream room.

I grow vegetables on the left and flowers on the right. There is a large area in the middle. In summer, I asked a friend to come to my house for barbecue and it was so exciting.

In addition, the house is located on the Phoenix floor on the second top floor.

Compared with some flaws that are prone to leakage on the top floor, the second top floor has the same view as the top floor, but avoids these flaws. It is the best floor in the high-rise and of course the most expensive.

But there are not many personal belongings to the owner in the house. Compared to the home, it is more like a refined picture in a magazine.

Cold, no popularity.

When I walked to the kitchen, Ji Wannong liked it very much.

My parents first opened a small restaurant. After the business was ready, they rented the second and third floors together and converted it into a small restaurant.

The secret to the booming business is father's good cooking skills. Later, with the help of Huo, the small restaurant became a chain restaurant. His father no longer took over and handed over the kitchen to his apprentices. Only when his friends and big customers were very close friends, would his father cook in person.

She followed her parents to help in a small restaurant at the age of three or four. She was influenced by her father and was very interested in cooking, although she rarely had the opportunity to show her cooking skills.

Almost no one knows that she is actually her father's chief disciple.

Such a good kitchen and such good kitchen utensils, let alone her, even dad will have his eyes shining when he sees it.

Ji Wannong carefully touched the knife that had been filled with tens of thousands of yuan, and his already bright eyes became brighter: "Mr. Huo, can I use the kitchen?"
Chapter completed!