The old lady enjoyed her lunch very much, and after finishing it, she kept chatting with her for a long time.

Soon he felt a little sleepy and went to take a nap. Only then was Song Ci able to follow Mu Jingjue upstairs to pack his things.

She followed him, climbing the stairs step by step, and soon arrived at his room.

When I opened the door, I saw that the room was all black and white, which made me feel a little cold and lonely.

She inspected the room and found nothing in it except the essentials. Song Ci was a little unhappy with the look, but she didn't say it directly. After all, she had just come in and couldn't speak frankly.

But with this style, wouldn’t it be depressing to live in?

Is this how he always lives? Or does he prefer this style? However, this is probably the aesthetic of most men, perhaps because they are too busy to decorate.

She was lost in thought when she heard his voice and turned to look at him.

"From now on, you will sleep here. As for your clothes, just have someone put them in the closet. If there is anything you need to buy, just tell Auntie."

Then he walked over to the closet, opened the door, and revealed the rows of clothes inside.

"Oh, by the way, the clothes and supplies here were ordered for you two days ago. Do you think you're missing anything? Make a list when the time comes, and I'll have someone get them back for you."

Although Song Ci was calm, she still looked at the whole thing in astonishment. She felt that he was exaggerating a bit.

He doesn't even buy clothes like this at home? He just bought all the clothes for the four seasons.

She was surprised at his attentiveness, but also wondered how it was possible for such a careful and successful man not to be favored or liked by girls?

But she quickly calmed down and said, "You don't have to spend so much money."

"It's okay. It's nothing."

Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone rang. He nodded to her apologetically and then picked up the call.

"Mr. Mu, there's something urgent here that needs your attention. Do you think it's convenient for you to come over now?"

When he heard this, he glanced at her, but nodded, "Okay, I'll be there later."

Song Ci also knew that he was answering a work call, and it must be urgent. "I don't have anything to do here. If you are busy with work, then go ahead and do it first."

"Yeah, okay." He was indeed busy, so he didn't stay long. After the introduction, he went to the door. Before leaving, he turned around, took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to her.

"There's some money in here. If you need money in the future, just deduct it from it."

After saying that, he left without giving Song Ci any chance to react.

Song Ci looked at the black card with a mixture of laughter and tears.

Rumor has it that Mu’s black card has no limit on the amount of money spent. No one knows how much money is in it, but it can probably buy a building, right?

She held the black card up to her eyes and looked at it carefully.

I didn't expect that I would get married, live in the most luxurious villa area in the city, and get one of the few black cards on the market.

Even though the money my dad gave me was enough, it was nothing compared to this black card.

Tsk tsk tsk, this marriage must be worthwhile, even though her original intention was not pure.

She placed the black card on the table, turned around and hung up the things she had brought, then looked around, finally stopping at the bed.

She was a little confused. Should she sleep or not?

Finally, sleepiness defeated her.

You have to go to bed sooner or later, why be so pretentious?

What's more, we are already married, so what's wrong with me sleeping in half of his bed?

Thinking this, she changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed.

But her action of lifting the quilt stopped for a moment. Hmm, there was a clear smell of cologne, the same smell as him.

She was a little hesitant. This was her first time sleeping in a man's bed and her first time sleeping in a strange man's room.

However, she still had to adapt, so she pulled back the quilt and lay down.

But she felt a little regretful after sleeping in it. The quilt was full of his scent. It felt like lying in his arms. It was really ambiguous. Her face turned red. If that dead woman was here at this moment and saw my useless look, she would probably laugh to death.

She was thinking about getting up and just going to the sofa for a bit, but she couldn't resist the deep sleepiness. Even though she was new and not used to the environment, she fell asleep after lying down for a while. She had been busy with the opening of the business these past few days, so she was seriously sleep deprived.

At this moment, even though she always couldn't sleep in unfamiliar places, she still made even breathing sounds.