The tired bird returns to its nest, and in such a long and ordinary life, the sunset is melted gold, orange, lilac, and blood-red clouds float in the air.

When the light of the day was retracted, the sky gradually darkened, the full moon was already hanging in the sky, the stars were bright, and it was quiet all around.

Yan Nanxun came back from outside, and the servant hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Young Master, have you had dinner?"

"Well, I ate outside with my friends, and Tingfu is back?"

The servant came up to tidy up the shoes he had taken off, "The young lady has already returned from work, and she also had dinner just now." ”

"yes, okay." Yan Nanxun stood at the entrance and touched his nose.

During this time, he was at home on vacation, the second elder of the Yan family was not there, and half of the servants in the Yan house were also on vacation, leaving only a small number of servants to appear when the master was in need.

No one bothered Yan Nanxun and Hou Tingfu, but the two lived together with Meimei on the surface, but Yan Nanxun always felt that something was missing between them.

He did a lot of what a husband would do.

Accompany Hou Tingfu to go shopping, buy her favorite jewelry, clothes, and bags.

Of course, he knew that Hou Tingfu had a lot of belongings, she was a person in the fashion circle, and when she married into the Yan family, the Yan family also opened a whole floor for Hou Tingfu to be her cloakroom.

Yan Nanxun felt that he still hadn't done enough.

They have been living together for seven days, and tonight is the eighth day, and there is always an invisible barrier between them, they are like the closest strangers living together.

At noon, Hou Tingfu sent a message saying that she had to work overtime at night, so Yan Nanxun didn't have to wait for her to eat, so Yan Nanxun went to dinner with friends.

It is inevitable that their respective marriages will be talked about at the dinner table, and Yan Nanxun found that he and Hou Tingfu were too respectful of each other.

"Young Master, have you been drinking?" The servant smelled the smell of alcohol on him.

"I'll make you a decanter soup."

"No, I'll just have a few beers."

Yan Nanxun knew how much he drank, a few bottles of beer in his stomach, and his body function was able to digest alcohol quickly, so he was not yet to the point of drinking decanting soup to relieve hangover.

Since Yan Nanxun said that he didn't need it, it meant that at this time, he didn't need a servant to serve on the side.

The servants retreated, and when Yan Nanxun called them in need, they reappeared.

Yan Nanxun walked through the living room full of Chinese mahogany furniture, and the decoration in the Yan family's house was very traditional, with ancient mahogany everywhere.

When I was a child, Yan Nanxun and Yan Zhi were still wetting the hundreds of years old Nanmu Babu bed.

Of course, because their two brothers and sisters each wetted the bed once, causing Master Yan to feel sorry for the two beds at home, the only remaining century-old stepping bed in the whole of China, Master Yan drove the brothers and sisters to sleep on the iron frame bed.

Later, when they were in junior high school, when they were most rebellious, the two siblings won a room with modern decoration for themselves.

They feel that their home is the epitome of a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society, and the rooms of the two of them, like two lights, illuminate the decaying and ancient house.

Later, Hou Tingfu married in, and Mrs. Yan, in order to please her daughter-in-law, changed the idle fourth floor and the entire floor into Hou Tingfu's cloakroom, and asked a professional designer to build it, and the fourth floor of the Yan family's house has also become a modern style.

Yan Nanxun walked through a door, and he heard the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

His ears are extremely sensitive, and his sense of hearing is several times sharper than that of ordinary people.

It was Hou Tingfu taking a bath.

The corners of Yan Nanxun's lips unconsciously rose upward.

He scraped his nose with the nail of his index finger.