Chapter 322: is it him?

She glanced towards the inner room: "Do you still have anyone else in it?"
Zi Sanghe froze late and shook his head: "There is only one brother here, there is no second person."
"That's it. I can change it inside."
Zi Sanghe stayed up late: "But ..."
He hadn't finished one sentence yet. Luo Qingyu had carried his bag into his bedroom and closed the door.
Seeing that the two doors were closed in front of his eyes, Zi Sanghe was a little scared at night.
This little girl is really a bit out of common sense ...
How can a young girl break into a man's bedroom at will to change clothes in the dreamland?
If this goes out, it will be a bit shocking ...
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The interior of Zi Sanghe's bedroom was simple.
One bed, one table, one stool.
Although simple, it is very harmonious.
□□ It is covered with sky blue sheets and bedding. The table is covered with sky blue tablecloths. There is a tea tray on the table. There is a small tea pot and two small bowls. At the corner of the table is a clay vase with a plum blossom in it.
It seems that this younger brother Sang Hewan prefers sky blue, even the window screen is sky blue, and the previous life of He Xiangwan also likes the color of sky blue ...
I remember he said that sky blue is the color of the sky, which represents freedom ...
When the two talents started living together, He Xiangwan and her arranged the little home together.
She is lazy and most dislikes doing housework. The house was almost arranged by He Xiangwan.
It's also a blue bed sheet, a blue screen ...
He said he wanted to give her the most freedom, and he was not bound in his arms for a lifetime ...
Suddenly a pain in my heart! As if a thin needle stabbed her, she closed her eyes slightly.
The past was like a smoke, I thought I had forgotten it all, but when I saw a quite similar scene, my heart would still hurt ... or would I feel guilty ...
"Eh! Eh!" There were two soft taps outside the door, Zi Sanghe's late Qinglang voice sounded outside the door: "Sister, what do you want to eat? I will make it for you."
Luo Qingyu blurted out a sentence: "Toward late, would you cook?"
Zi Sanghe suffocated outside the door late: "Yes."
"How about Brother Xiangwan make me a copy?" Luo Qingyu held her breath.
The door was quiet again, and Zi Sanghe finally said, "Of course it can, but what I am doing is not suitable for the taste of my sister."
Luo Qingyu smiled: "You haven't made it yet. How do you know if it suits my taste? Maybe-the food cooked to the evening is exactly what I want."
"So, okay. What do you want to eat? I try." Zi Sanghe Wan finally agreed.
"Well, I want to eat bamboo dumplings, plum cake ..." She reported several things at once.
She likes it in her previous life. He Xiangwan also likes to do it for her.
At that time, she often lay in his arms and watched TV, and he scooped up those little snacks into small pieces, and fed her little by little ... the sweet and warm life.
And on the way, as long as the hotel is not camping, she will also order these.