Millionaire Mr And Blind Wife
Chapter 13

Huo Feng was stunned for a moment, and Joan also asked, "How does Mister Huo know the location of the bathroom?"

Huo Chengzhou's wheelchair continued to move forward and said weakly, "The layout of your house is not complicated. Anyone with a little brain can tell the location of the bathroom."

Joan: "........."

Huo Feng: "............."

Huo Feng was stunned

Come on, how could he not have a brain!

They entered the house.

Joan went upstairs to pack her suitcase and left Huo Chengzhou below.

His wheelchair rolled all over the room.

There are six pianos in an area of about 120 square meters.

There are new products and old brands.

This was also why Huo Chengzhou asked Joan to play Huo Qingshan's piano, since there was an old piano of the same brand in this shop, it was placed closest to the French window.

There was a layer of white gauze on it and a cushion on the chair.

It can be seen that there are people who play it often.

Huo Chengzhou's wheelchair was anchored on an old piano near the french window, his fingertips were flowing on the black-and-white keys, and a series of shattering tones began to echo.

Huo Feng quickly entered the door and saw Huo Chengzhou was playing with the piano.

He walked over and whispered, "brother Cheng, do you really plan to work here in the future?"

Huo Chengzhou's slender fingers tapped the buttons one after another.

Her tone was indistinguishable from happiness and anger: "HMM."

Huo Feng glanced at the stairs and lowered his voice: "What are you doing with your work?"

Huo Chengzhou raised his brows lightly and said frivolously, "do you think he can see what I'm doing here?"

Huo Feng scratched his head awkwardly.

Huo Chengzhou raised his hand to close his eyes, and his brows surged in interest: "and the sun here is good, it is perfect for sleeping."

Huo Feng: ".........."

Joan came down with a small suitcase. Huofeng quickly picked it up. Then the three men got out of the piano club courtyard and took a car back to Huo Cheng's house.

Joan's mood was good: "What do you think, Mister ?

Is the work environment satisfactory?"

"Can I give you some advice for some changes?" Huo Chengzhou raised his voice and asked.

Joanne said, "yes, of course."

"Give me a sofa by the French window."

Huo Cheng with origin said his

Joan felt that Huo Chengzhou's words were a little brash, but she smiled gently: "yes, but for the cost you handled it yourself."

Huo Chengzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't you intend to hire me? Have you changed your mind so quickly?"

Joan smiled not changing her expression: "wait until you have a sales performance, Mr. Huo."

Huo Chengzhou: "......."

It's a little grim to be a forced worker by a "boss" for the first time in Huo Cheng's life.

......

Zhuxuan District.

The car stopped in the parking lot. Aunt Fang, the housekeeper who had long received news of Huo Cheng's wedding, had been waiting nearby.

He opened the car door and greeted Joan very attentively: "Madam, I'm Fang, the housekeeper.

You can call me Aunt Fang as they do."

"Hello, aunt Fang."

Aunt Fang's eyes fell on Joan. His facial features were dignified and his temperament was elegant.

The only unfortunate thing was that Joan's eyes could not see for now.

He helps her: "come on, I'll take you home. Lunch is ready."

Joan thanked him and followed Aunt Fang home.

After arriving at the door, several maids came to greet them.

Joan nodded to return the greetings from the waiter in turn.

He's getting nervous.

From now on, even if he had completely integrated into the new family, he was confused about the change in his identity, but for now he would try to develop gradually. And the first impression to make is "to be a good wife."

Lunch was very luxurious, but Joan and Huo Chengzhou ate very quietly.

Not only Joan, but also for Huo Chengzhou, this was a new experience.

Looking at Joanne, who was very careful in every movement opposite her, her fingertips curved at the side of the table: "In the future, this house will be your home. I hope you can get to know him as soon as possible. Don't be like outsiders."

Joanne held the glass and replied.

"I'll try it."

The atmosphere turned silent again, Joe Ann finally added: "Master Huo, I don't need a big bed in the room I'm going to occupy. Anyway, I'll sleep by myself. It doesn't matter, does it?"

Understanding what he meant, Huo Chengzhou raised his eyelids: "There are three floors in this house. The first floor for the study room, the second floor of the recreation area, and the third floor are the bedrooms."

Joan said with a calm rhythm.

Huo Chengzhou's fingers were bent on the table, and his tone was evil: "There was a living room on the second floor, right next to the game room, there was a room, but I have a habit of playing games when I can't sleep in the middle of the night."

"No problem."

Joan said, "The sound insulation effect of such a luxurious house should be very good."

In addition, he plays games in the middle of the night, at most up to 12pm, right?

There's no way he'll be up all night.

Look at the answer without hesitation,

Huo Cheng raised his hand and told Aunt Fang: "Aunt Fang, take my wife to the guest room on the second floor."

Aunt Fang's doubts began to show: "guest room on the second floor?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Huo Chengzhou nodded: "My wife chose it herself. Let's show it."

Aunt Fang nodded and brought Joan out of the dining room.

He walked up and explained in a low voice: "Mrs, the living room on the second floor is next to Mr. Cheng's game room. It's a little loud."

"No problem."

Joanne smiled then added

"My sleep quality is good."

Aunt Fang looked at her two eyes and said gently, "Alright. You can stay for two nights. Once you feel uncomfortable, I'll help you move to the third floor."

"Thank you, Aunt Fang."

Joanne thinks she won't go to the third floor unless necessary.

The third floor was Huo Chengzhou territory.

At the moment, Joan did not want to touch him.

Aunt Fang set up a fingerprint lock for Joan and took her around the room.

The waiter just brought the luggage, though,

Although it was only a guest bedroom, the room was large.

The dressing room alone has 40 or 50 square meters.

In the bathroom there are two separate types of rooms. It is a place to bathe in a large bathtub, and a room to use the toilet.

A French window on one wall and a large balcony.

The layout of the entire room flashed through Joan's mind.

He was satisfied and relieved.

Huo Chengzhou did not force her to stay in one room with him, this was the best result Joan could get.

.............

The late autumn night always comes quickly.

After dinner, Fang's aunt took Joan around the functional areas of the house.

When he returned to the living room, Huo Chengzhou came out of his study and was watching TV and financial channels.

The announcer said some professional terms that Joan did not understand.

Aunt Fang led her to sit on the sofa and ordered the waiter to bring her fresh fruit.

"Aunt Fang, can you put some Braille books in the study?"

Joanne asked.

Aunt Fang nodded, "yes, madam, just make the list. I'll arrange for someone to buy it tomorrow."

Joanne smiled: "thank you, Aunt Fang. Is there a piano in this house?"

"That's really no mistress."

Aunt Fang looked at Huo Chengzhou and said in a helpless tone: "the demon lord in this house doesn't like to listen to music, but if his wife wants to buy a piano tomorrow I can arrange."

It seemed that Huo Chengzhou, who was focused on watching TV, glanced with a cold glance: "who is the demon king?"

Aunt Fang looked at him: "try guessing."

Huo Chengzhou looked solemn: "I can't guess."

Joan gasped and laughed.

Huo Chengzhou frowned, "What's so funny?"

Joanne tilted her head: "go to the piano club and buy the piano there.

I'll count your sales commission."

Aunt Fang was stunned and not so understanding, but Huo Chengzhou hissed: "boring!"

That one word changed Joan's expression.

He asked, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing Joan's different expression, Huo Chengzhou raised his hand and turned off the TV: "i'm tired, upstairs."

Joanne furrowed her brows.

The man's voice was low and stupid, a little displeased and insulting.

It was very similar to the voice of the man that night.