"Hair?" Rong Shu raised her hand and touched her hair. When it was wet, she understood what he was referring to. She put down her hand and replied, "It's okay. I just washed my face and wet it."
Fu Jingting nodded slightly, stopped asking, took her hand and walked to his room.
On the way, Rong Shu suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the man beside her, "You couldn't have prepared a room for me, right?"
"No need." Fu Jingting raised his thin lips and looked over, "My room is yours, you live with me."
"I knew it." Rong Shu rolled her eyes.
She was not surprised at all by the man's words, she had already guessed it.
This man is sometimes thin-skinned and can't even do anything.
But most of the time, he is thick-skinned, and there is nothing he can't do just to sleep in the same bed with her.
Now that he has brought her to his own place, how can he sleep in a separate room with her?
Even if they separate rooms, she believes that when she wakes up the next morning, she will definitely see him by her side.
He often sneaked into her room in the middle of the night.
"Aren't you willing?" Fu Jingting paused slightly.
Rong Shu also stopped, "If I say no, will you help me prepare the guest room?"
She didn't answer the question.
Fu Jingting blurted out without even thinking, "It's impossible."
Rong Shu laughed in amusement, "That's it, so what's the use of my unwillingness? I knew you wouldn't help me prepare more rooms, so from the beginning, I never thought about sleeping by myself."
Hearing this, Fu Jingting chuckled, "You really understand me."
"You don't need to know much about your frivolous nature." Rong Shu's bright red nails poked his heart through the lapel of his suit.
Fu Jingting raised his hand, grabbed her troubled finger, put it to his lips and kissed it, "So, you are actually willing to share a room with me, right?"
"I'm asking you knowingly." Rong Shu looked away.
Fu Jingting's laughter became more and more charming.
Rong Shu's ears felt a little numb after hearing this. She moved her body and urged: "Okay, stop laughing, let's go."
"Yes." Fu Jingting nodded, took her hand, and continued to lead her into the room.
After entering, Rong Shu realized how much his room had changed, and she was stunned for a moment.
Yesterday, his room was still deserted. There was nothing except basic electrical appliances and furniture. The style was also cold and dark, which made people feel depressed just by looking at it.
But now, everything has changed. The style is no longer so cold, but has become warmer. The black curtains have turned into beige. Although the bed is still the same bed, the four-piece suit on the bed has changed from black to white.
In addition to these, there are many other decorations in the room, not to mention flowers and so on.
The most eye-catching thing is the dressing table, which has a dazzling array of skin care products and cosmetics, enough to drive any girl crazy.
Rong Shu looked at the dressing table and was stunned.
Fu Jingting led her over and said softly: "This is all prepared for you."
"Me?" Rong Shu moved her lips and it took a long time before she made a sound.
Fu Jingting hummed, "Yes, I just said that this will be our wedding room from now on, so I asked someone to simply decorate it in advance and change it to the style you like, and then asked someone to decorate it in advance.
I have prepared many things that you can use, and these are one of them."
He pointed to the dresser.
Rong Shu blinked, "One of them? Have you prepared others for me?"
Fu Jingting smiled at her, then took her hand and led her to the cloakroom.
When he came to the cloakroom door, he opened it, and a huge cloakroom appeared in front of Rong Shu.
Yes, huge.
It's not like she hasn't been to his cloakroom before. She came here yesterday.
But the cloakroom she saw yesterday was definitely not as big as now. The cloakroom now was at least twice as big as the one she saw yesterday.
In the more than doubled space, new wardrobes and new shelves have been placed, which are filled with all kinds of women's clothing, from socks and underwear to formal wear, from dresses to pajamas, from casual wear.
Sportswear, everything is available.
In addition to these, there are also various high-heeled shoes, various bags, and various jewelry configurations that make people scream.
This is no longer a cloakroom, but a small luxury store.
Rong Shu turned her stiff neck and looked at Fu Jingting, "These...are you giving them to me?"
"Yes." Fu Jingting took her in, "As your future husband, shouldn't I prepare these for you? Now I just prepare some casually, not a lot, but it's okay. From now on, someone will give you the latest models every quarter.
Come here, it’s the style you like.”
After saying that, Fu Jingting looked at her, asking for praise in his eyes.
Rong Shu was a little funny, "Thank you for what you did for me. In fact, you don't have to do this..."
"Of course." Fu Jingting cut her off, "I said, as your future husband, these are what you should do, otherwise why make so much money? Isn't it just for spending money and giving it to your family?
, love the best life? So don’t say these words, I don’t like it.”
His expression was somewhat serious.
Rong Shu looked at him for a while, then smiled, "Okay, I won't say anything anymore, but don't you feel a little aggrieved?"
"Why?" Fu Jingting obviously didn't understand what she meant.
Rong Shu pointed to the cloakroom over there, "Your area is much smaller than mine. It looks like you're squeezed into a corner."
Fu Jingting shook his head, "No, it's good just like this. Only when you have more things will you show that you are the hostess here."
"You really have all kinds of reasons." Rong Shu shook his head in a funny way.
Fu Jingting let go of her hand, walked to the pajamas area, and picked up a black silk suspender nightgown under her doubtful eyes.
Seeing the nightgown, Rong Shu's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt a bad premonition.
Could it be that he wanted to...
Rong Shu pursed her red lips, and when she saw the man walking towards her with a nightgown, her suspicions became more and more certain.
It wasn't until the man handed her the nightgown with an expectant look on his face that she was completely sure of his purpose.
He wants her to wear this nightgown to bed!
Sure enough, when Fu Jingting saw Rong Shu taking the nightgown, he said, "Would you like to wear this tonight?"
"..." The corners of Rong Shu's eyes twitched, "Why?"
"I want to see it." Fu Jingting expressed his thoughts without hesitation.
The corners of Rong Shu's eyes twitched even more.
I originally wanted to refuse, but seeing how much he looked forward to it and thinking of the cloakroom he had prepared for me, I finally relented, sighed and nodded, "Okay."
It's just a nightgown, just wear it.
Although it's a little short, it doesn't leak anything, so it's just like wearing a more conservative swimsuit.
With this thought in mind, Rong Shu took her nightgown and went to the bathroom.
And Fu Jingting was sitting beside the bed, holding a financial magazine in his hand.
He was obviously reading a magazine, but for a long time, he didn't turn a page. Instead, he glanced towards the bathroom from time to time, making it clear that reading the magazine was fake and he was waiting for the people in the bathroom to come out.
But before long, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Fu Jingting frowned, then closed the magazine and took out his phone.
The call was from Assistant Zhang.
Fu Jingting pursed his thin lips and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Fu, sorry, Miss Rong is on the hot search again." Assistant Zhang's anxious voice came over the phone.