In the same villa area, Lin Shaoqiu's mansion is not only several times larger than the Yu family in terms of size, but also the decoration inside is very different.

The overall decoration style of the Yu family’s villa is mainly European and American simple style, while the decoration of Lin Shaoqiu’s house is as magnificent as a palace. The magnificent overall style reveals a lot of fashionable and avant-garde atmosphere.

The luxurious decoration of the mansion is what my father Lin Xiaotian means, and the fashionable style in the details is the masterpiece of my wife Liu Xueyao. In addition to being the owner of this place in name, Lin Shaoqiu always feels that he does not belong here, and this is not the life he wants.

"Young Master, I'm back." The old servant Xu Ma did not put down Lin Shaoqiu's coat as usual, because Lin Shaoqiu was wet all over, as if he had just returned from the pouring rain.

"I'll go back to my room to change my clothes and ask her to come down and have a meal."

The "she" mentioned by Lin Shaoqiu naturally refers to his wife Liu Xueyao. Except for mealtime, Liu Xueyao usually stays in her study and basically has no communication with Lin Shaoqiu.

"The young grandma said she was feeling unwell and stopped eating dinner. Master, please change your clothes. I will tell them to start dinner."

Xu's mother is almost sixty years old and has worked in the Lin family for more than 30 years. She watched Lin Shaoqiu grow up, which can be regarded as being raised by him. So after Lin Shaoqiu got married, she also came to the new villa from the Lin family to take care of Lin Shaoqiu and Liu Xueyao's daily life.

Xu Ma saw the indifferent relationship between Lin Shaoqiu and Liu Xueyao, but was anxious. She always hoped that the couple could get along well. Since they were both married, they should live a good life, right? Love is a luxury in her eyes. How many couples of their generation really came together because of love? Most of them just want to make do with each other, wouldn’t they live their lives? Who would say they were unhappy?

"Then Ma Xu, please give me a bowl of fried noodles, I don't have much appetite."

"Hey, Ma Xu will do it for you now." Ma Xu said, and hurried to the kitchen to prepare.

Lin Shaoqiu grew up eating the fried noodles she made. No matter how much she has no appetite, Lin Shaoqiu can definitely sweep all the fried noodles she made by herself. Xu Ma, who is childless, has long regarded Lin Shaoqiu as her son. Watching her "son" eat up all the noodles she made is a thing worthy of pride, pride and warm for an elderly woman.

Just as I was about to go upstairs to change my clothes, I saw Liu Xueyao holding a coffee cup and was about to make coffee. Although there were eight servants at home, Liu Xueyao, who had worked hard on her own, was not used to this kind of young grandma-like life, and was still used to doing her own things, except for work.

In her mind, she believed that the Lin family's life of using servants was too bourgeois, and Lin Shaoqiu, a young master who had been frugal since childhood, looked down upon the most.

Of course, she didn't know that if it weren't for the arrangement of her father Lin Xiaotian, Lin Shaoqiu would not have lived in such a luxurious villa, nor would she hire a servant at home. Her understanding of Lin Shaoqiu was almost zero, and she had never tried to understand it.

Liu Xueyao's home wear is very different from when she was in the company. The pink chiffon suit and the fluffy cartoon slippers on her feet gave this strong woman the industry more of the taste of a little home woman.

Seeing Lin Shaoqiu's body wet and a chicken was waxing, his crescent-like eyebrows frowned slightly, and he opened his cherry lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

However, when Lin Shaoqiu saw that she didn't eat, she wanted to drink coffee, she smiled and said, "Ma Xu made fried noodles with sauce and had a bowl of them. I changed my clothes and went to eat them."

"I don't like eating pasta." Liu Xueyao said lightly. She was not like other people's wife, who would blame her husband for not even knowing her own taste, just like talking to a stranger for being a good person.

"Xu Ma's authentic old Beijing fried noodles. You are a Beijinger, but you don't even like fried noodles?" Lin Shaoqiu asked this but didn't want to know Liu Xueyao. But she often doesn't eat like this, and her stomach is too hungry.

"Lin Shaoqiu, I don't want to discuss the issue of fried noodles with you. I happen to have something to talk to you about. Do you have time now?"

Liu Xueyao's words were very formulaic, and Lin Shaoqiu seemed to be used to them. It was just over three months old that his beautiful wife said so seriously that she wanted to talk to her for the first time. She felt a little surprised.

"I'll change my clothes and go to my room to talk," Lin Shaoqiu shouted downstairs, "Ma Xu, keep the noodles warm for me, I'll come down to eat later."

Instead of changing clothes in the room as usual, Lin Shaoqiu went into the bathroom, doing this because Liu Xueyao was present.

Of course, he didn't care about taking off his clothes in front of the opposite sex, let alone his wife. If he did this, he might arouse a huge emotional fluctuation. Not only did he blush, his heart beat, shy and embarrassed, he would also scold himself for being a hooligan, and even use the legendary trick of crying, making a fuss and three hanging that Lin Shaoqiu first saw on the wedding night.

Thousands of HNA Group employees, no matter how they think, I can’t imagine what Liu Xueyao looks like when she is crying, making a fuss, and hanging herself.

On the wedding night, his wife refused to die in front of him, and her behavior was even more heroic than the revolutionary ancestors. Only he could understand the helplessness in Lin Shaoqiu's heart.

This is not the first time that Liu Xueyao has entered Lin Shaoqiu's room. Sitting in this familiar and unfamiliar place, the helplessness in her heart is no less than Lin Shaoqiu.

After changing his clothes, Lin Shaoqiu sat on his bed and smoking a cigarette. This behavior made Liu Xueyao very disgusted. The pair of Liu eyebrows had not stretched out: "Lin Shaoqiu, do you still remember our agreement before getting married?"

Agreement?

Lin Shaoqiu was confused for a moment and smiled and said, "Don't mention sad pasts, and promised not to worry about the other party. Be a happy self, take care of yourself, and not care about fairness or not?"

"Lin Shaoqiu, can you be more serious?" Liu Xueyao was very angry at Lin Shaoqiu's lyrics while singing the lyrics.

Lin Shaoqiu shrugged: "It seems that I didn't sing a word wrong, I'm already very serious."

"You..." Liu Xueyao was so angry that she wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped, suppressed her dissatisfaction, and sat down and said, "Before getting married, I said that I didn't want the people in the company to know about your relationship with me. You agreed. Now I'm sitting in my dad's position, often going to and from the headquarters, and you work in the headquarters office..."

Liu Xueyao didn't finish her words because she knew that Lin Shaoqiu was a smart person and knew what she meant.

"Then what do you want to arrange for me?" Lin Shaoqiu smiled coldly. In addition to his nominal beautiful wife, he also had his father Lin Xiaotian.

"Dad has no other intentions. I still hope you work in the company. I think it is not convenient for you and me to be in the headquarters, so I want to transfer you to HNA Molako as the deputy general manager. I think that if you do this, it will be more convenient for you and me." Liu Xueyao said formally. I think these words have already been imagined in my mind many times.

"Whatever." Lin Shaoqiu gently spit out a smoke ring, as if the two completely different positions of deputy general manager and ordinary staff were no different in his eyes.
Chapter completed!