My work is my private life.

  "Oh?" Hong Yan's black pupils flashed, "Not clear." His eyebrows and eyes didn't move, indeed a gentlemanly appearance.

  Knitting her brows, Qiao Yunxue decided to keep silent. She went to the small bathroom to change clothes. Still muttering: "Don't think I'm really that stupid..."

  Her eyes flashed black, and Rong Qian lazily leaned against the door frame. Could it be that she knew everything, but her acting skills were just too good?

  A clever woman is too content with her current life, which isn't a good thing.

  Qiao Yunxue came out of the bathroom when Rong Qian was on the phone: "I understand. Swallow, I have a scheduled itinerary for the next two days."

  "That's good," said Swallow.

  Qiao Yunxue stood there, pouting: "I think it's better to split into two rooms to sleep, so as not to affect Mr. Rong's private life."

  "Are you going to become Mr. Rong again? Rong Qian's gaze swept over, lightly saying: "Yanzi is not what you imagined."

  Is this a guarantee or an explanation?

  "I said dividing into two rooms isn't what you think it is." Qiao Yunxue pursed her lips, "I'm not worried about Yanzi. If you had intentions towards her, you would have been together long ago. What I should worry about, I also need to worry about those women on the 50th floor. But don't worry, Mr. Rong, I shouldn't be worrying about those women anymore."

  A slight headache, Rong Qian's eyes flashed: "My work is my private life. If I want a woman, it's faster to find Yunxue directly!"

  "Ah——" Qiao Yunxue lost her ability to speak. She suddenly turned around and walked away, "I'm going downstairs for noodles. Mr. Rong, you should go wash the dishes."

  She left.

  The phone rang. After checking the number, he walked to the balcony, closed the door quietly and pressed the green button: "I'll be right there..."

  Passing through the living room, Rong Qian went to the balcony to change his clothes.

  Qiao Yunxue's steaming hot noodles were ready. She glanced at his shorts, which were a bit too short, and her eyes sparkled with amusement as they slid down to his ankles. Ah, nice view...

  His parents must be extraordinary to have given birth to such a handsome son...

  Qiao Yunxue only then realized something major - until now, she still didn't know what her father-in-law and mother-in-law looked like. As the younger generation, she should have taken the initiative to visit them.

  Where is my mother-in-law? She asked Rong Qian.

  Entering the room, taking a glance and finding no one, Qiao Yunxue casually walked past the bathroom to look for someone: "Rong Qian——"

  "Ahh—" A sharp cry, Qiao Yunxue wanted to escape, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot and she couldn't move. Wuuu, the handsome Greek man ran in front of her.

  His figure is visible when he wears clothes, but his body shape can only be seen after taking off his clothes. He is so perfectly proportioned...

  "Clouds and snow..." Rong Qian's voice was soft and slightly awkward.

  "That... your physique looks quite impressive." Muttering to herself, Qiao Yunxue admired him with the gaze of a Greek god.

  Since elementary school, I have been engaged in painting art and have always had a unique perspective on beauty; because the oil painting street is mostly human body art, and more so because the beautiful scenery in front of me is art itself.

  So many human art pieces, aren't they all supposed to be displayed in the sunlight for people to admire? And she's still doing this in her own home...

  Still looking at her own husband.

  She loves art.

  "Cloud Snow..." Rong Qian's eyes were deep and solemn, his face stern, "If Cloud Snow is willing, she can climb up..."

  Does this sound like something a man would say?

  Rong Qian this bastard, always with a straight face to insult people.

  Qiao Yunxue's face turned red as she replied sternly, "Don't misunderstand me, I'm just appreciating the art. Both visual and tactile senses are important."

  Rong Qian loosened his bath towel and put on a robe, glancing at her: "High-end human body art?"

  A pair of chopsticks flew towards Rong Yu: "You pervert, with a woman in front of you, you're actually changing clothes."

  "It's his wife in front of him. Okay." Rong Qian corrected.