Zhao Changqing simply nodded, which was considered his agreement.
With that, he turned and walked towards the backyard.
However, she was walking in the same direction as He Youyou.
"Where is Young Master Zhao going?"
"Of course, I'm going to sleep."
"Are you going to sleep in the backyard?"
"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow.
He Youyou's face lit up with a mischievous grin: "You're heading towards the master bedroom, are you going to sleep with me?"
Zhao Changqing paused for a moment, then his expression returned to calm. He said, "I used to sleep side by side with Silang and talk all night long. I'm used to sleeping in his bed."
Qian Guanjia secretly covered his face: Look what you're talking about.
He Youyou thought to herself: Could it be that I'm a wife of a gay man?
Fine, fine, let you reminisce about the past, I'm leaving!
"Old Qian, have someone move my bedding to the back room, and leave the master bedroom for Young Master Zhao."
"……yes."
He Youyou didn't mind.
Anyway, she sleeps in her own big villa every night and doesn't fight him for this hard bed.
She turned and went to the side room, and the lights were turned off not long after.
Anyway, everything is taken care of by the money housekeeper. When you're a boss, the most important thing is to be willing to delegate authority to your subordinates.
Butler Qian did not disappoint, and followed Zhao Changqing into the master bedroom.
A charcoal fire burned continuously in the room, and the cotton curtains were drawn to keep out the cold air from outside.
Zhao Changqing took off his sable coat and handed it to Steward Qian to hang aside.
But his feet didn't stop; he kept wandering around the room.
The master bedroom is divided into inner and outer sections.
The furnishings in the outer room have not changed much; the tables, chairs, and couches are still the same as they were back then.
The inner room...
Nothing has changed.
On the table beside the bed stands a bronze mirror, which has been there for a long time and is not a newly added item.
Beside the bronze mirror, there was nothing.
There wasn't even a makeup box.
There wasn't a single cosmetic, powder, jewelry, or hair ornament that women typically use.
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