She never told him about her childhood fantasies about the house, only in a third-grade essay.
So she can be sure that his inspiration did not come from herself.
After all, he wouldn't buy her third-grade essay and build a house like this according to her hobby How can it be.
Mu Jinjin immediately interrupted these crazy thoughts of his own, and only regarded all these similarities as if they had a heart.
She walked in the direction of the fountain, thinking sullenly as she went.
She thought to herself.
What if they had a heart?
This house will not be hers, it will only be another woman's.
This flower stand will not be hers, and it will only be another woman's.
Mu Jinjin was squatting in front of the tulip garden at the moment to admire the tulips in the flower garden, holding a small kettle in his left hand, and poured some water on that one when he saw that one was short of water.
Such a game may seem boring, but it is definitely not like that for a person who loves Hua.
Mu Jinjin played with relish, just look at the shallow but unconcealed smile on her face.
She wished she could play until dawn, and water every flower here to keep them away from the torment of boredom.
But reality wouldn't allow her to do that.
She finished watering the white tulips and was about to water the orange ones when there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind her.
She stopped watering and looked back, and saw a maid in white overalls walking in her direction.
Mu Jinzhen put the small water bottle on the ground and stood up straight and waited for the maid to come.
The maid walked up to her, bowed her head and said politely, "Miss, sir, he told me to let you go back, saying that the game tools are ready" "Okay."
Mu Jinjin had no objection, nodded and walked towards the glass door exit of the flower platform.
But the Filipino maid stopped her, looked at her back and said, "And Miss, Mr. said please take a shower before going back to him" “” Ask her to take a shower Mu Jinjin didn't believe that he would say such gentle words.
Presumably, when he instructed the maid, he used the word roll, and the maid used the word please out of politeness Mu Jinjin felt that it was really not an easy thing to be a maid here, and he had to be proficient in all kinds of translations to turn the master's rough words into polite words.
Mu Jin pursed her lips disdainfully, in order not to embarrass the maid, she didn't say anything, nodded and continued to walk out, while the Filipino maid followed behind her.
Mu Jinjin wrapped himself in a women's bathrobe, and his hair was half-wet and left the bathroom.
She closed the bathroom door with her backhand and looked left and right in the bedroom, and found that the Filipino maids had left, and there was only one man in the huge bedroom at the moment.
A man in a white shirt and black trousers, sitting alone on the bed, but with an incomparably powerful aura.
Mu Jinjin looked at him in a daze for dozens of seconds before he could shift his gaze to look elsewhere.
She found that there was always such a magic in him, and she couldn't help but be fascinated just by looking at him, just like she had just watched him fascinated.
Mu Jinjin's gaze shifted from him to the bedside table, then to the window, and finally stopped at the tea table in the living room of the room.
She noticed a white box several meters long on the tea table.
Because of the distance, she couldn't see what was in the box.
Could it be that those are the game tools he calls oshow7 t1706231537: