Chapter 963 Cellist, Trial Marriage?12

Bu Qingge glanced at him. She had never seen a person who could say such a rude thing so seriously without blushing or beating his heart.

"But... we just met!"

"You have been observing me for a long time. Doesn't that mean we have known each other for a long time?" Yan Shengyi said as a matter of course.

"Then you don't know me."

"You have been in a certain place for a week, so I noticed your existence..."

"..."

Yan Shengyi continued to talk nonsense seriously: "Is there really something in your room that I can't see?"

"Yes!" Bu Qingge continued with a red face.

"I don't have it in my house! But I don't want to live here!!" Yan Shengyi opened the car door, bent over, and looked seriously at the girl sitting in the driver's seat. Her face was rosy and tender, and she was very charming. The deep meaning in his eyes became more and more obvious...

Bu Qingge closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then walked down from the driver's seat.

Before she could say anything, she was caught by Yan Shengyi in the elevator.

He didn't live on the best floor like other people, showing how great he was, standing at the top... looking down on everything.

Yan Shengyi chose a floor that was very conventional and hard to understand - the fifteenth floor!

Following behind him, he entered his room.

Bu Qingge saw a living room that couldn't be simpler and cleaner.

There was only a cream-colored sofa and a coffee table with nothing on it. Not far away was a white piano. Turning around, you could see the kitchen. There was nothing in the kitchen except a white refrigerator.

The floor was not a wooden floor, but white tiles without any patterns on it. Although he didn't lower his head to observe carefully, he could still see that the tiles were very ordinary tiles, not the so-called marble.

"Wait for me here!" Yan Shengyi was accustomed to it. He had no opinion on this cold and cold room without any warmth, and naturally didn't want to change the furnishings of the room.

Bu Qingge was not so obedient, and followed Yan Shengyi.

His room was also very simple, with a large wardrobe, a bedside table, and a bed. The color of the bed sheet was also plain. There was a table lamp and a mobile phone charging cable on the bedside table. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

Yan Shengyi opened the bookcase and pulled out a black suitcase. He randomly selected a few pieces of black, white and gray clothes and put them in the suitcase very familiarly.

After he finished his work, he looked at Bu Qingge again: "You shouldn't have prepared a towel for me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Shengyi handed the suitcase to her, turned around and went to the bathroom, took a few things, and put them neatly in a transparent bag.

"Do you need to prepare anything else?" Yan Shengyi asked, holding up the bag in his hand.

"Yan Shengyi, do you have mysophobia?" Bu Qingge asked the question without thinking.

"No."

"If not, why does your house look... so clean!"

Bu Qingge wanted to say that it was very cold, but when she saw the man's face, she couldn't say it.

"It's just a house. It's natural to be simple and clean. If it's a home, it will be more fulfilling."