In the quiet mountain forest, a European-style villa comes into view. The pointed roof and crimson roof tiles are particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

Under the dense cypress and pine forest, there was a royal blue Rolls-Royce. A handsome man walked out of it. He walked to the passenger door in two or three steps and invited a graceful girl out of the car.

The girl held a large bouquet of red roses in her arms. The flowers were bright and beautiful, attracting everyone's attention.

The man had a frighteningly handsome face, with dark and deep eyes outlined by narrow and long feathery eyebrows, and a smooth nose line running down along the bridge of the nose to a well-defined jawline. He was perfect and impeccable, not a bit more or less, like a darling created by the Creator.

The girl looked like she came out of a comic book, with a white face, light eyebrows, a straight nose, and light red lips. Her calm eyes seemed to have an unfathomable feeling like the ocean. A lock of beautiful hair fluttered slightly, slender eyebrows, a pair of charming eyes, a snow-white face that was as crystal-like as jade, a jade-like skin color, and a well-proportioned figure, gentle and graceful.

"Aye, where is this?" The girl was Yan Qingluo. She looked around and asked softly the man beside her, Mu Ye.

"You'll know once you get in." Mu Ye said mysteriously, took Yan Qingluo's hand and walked towards the villa.

As soon as he entered the gate, Yan Qingluo was stunned by the scene before him.

The bright and simple living room area does not have a complicated design in the hard decoration part, but focuses on the soft decoration. An unexpected touch of freshness, a little gold embellishment, makes it warmer and more elegant under the interweaving of dark and light blue, and also makes the whole space look low-key without losing its connotation.

Mu Ye looked at Yan Qingluo lovingly, then took her hand and walked towards a room, which was obviously a bedroom.

The bedroom is full of elegance and unique views. Sunlight and breeze can easily enter the room, adding infinite interest to the poetic life. The sunset and dawn quietly stop between the pillows, and the oversized bay window allows daily life to be truly close to the sun.

Although the room is very large, it does not seem empty at all. Instead, it gives people a warm feeling and makes people feel safe.

Yan Qingluo stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes. She heard Mu Ye's gentle voice beside her, "Luo'er, do you like it? This will be our little home from now on."

Yan Qingluo turned her head and looked at Mu Ye. After a long while, she spoke in a low voice, as if with a reminder, "This is Quecheng."

"I know." Mu Ye said with a smile.

"You want to live in Quecheng?" Yan Qingluo couldn't believe that Mu Ye was actually going to move to Quecheng for her.

"Well, I will come back every night and stay with you, okay?" Mu Ye's tone was pleading.

Yan Qingluo hesitated for a moment and nodded. Although she wanted to spend more time with her family, it would not be convenient for Mu Ye to live in the Yan family villa all the time.

Moreover, she also wanted to live with Mu Ye. Now she would miss him even if they were separated for a short while. However, she needed to explain this to her grandfather and brothers and try to get their permission.

"Luo'er hasn't answered me yet. Do you like it?" Mu Ye's gentle and coquettish voice sounded in Yan Qingluo's ears. He was very close to her, so close that she could feel the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke.

Yan Qingluo felt a tingling sensation in her ear, which spread down her slender neck and extended to her whole body. Her face flushed slightly, and against the backdrop of the large bouquet of red roses, she looked so delicate and beautiful that even the flowers were inferior to her.

She lowered her head, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, with an unconcealable smile on her face, "I like it."

She looked at this warm house and thought that since Mu Ye had prepared their home, she also needed to learn how to cook. She would ask her third brother for advice when she returned to the Yan villa tonight.

Then, she turned to Mu Ye and said, "Aye, I'll discuss it with my family first. I may have to move in a few days."

Mu Ye's face was full of disappointment. He wished Yan Qingluo would stay here from this moment on. He didn't want to be separated from her for even a second.

If possible, he really wanted her to stay in this villa and not meet any man.

But he knew he couldn't, because love is respect, not possession, and certainly not simple imprisonment.

He not only wanted Yan Qingluo's body, he wanted her heart even more.

He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Okay."

Yan Qingluo noticed his disappointment, held his hand and comforted him, "It'll only be a few days, I'll move in once I've made arrangements, wait for me."

Mu Ye felt much better after hearing Yan Qingluo's comfort. A smile spread across his face and he nodded, "Okay, dear Luo'er, I'll wait for you."

Yan's Villa.

Yan Zhihan saw the things on the table and asked in surprise, "Who bought so many things?"

When Yan Qingluo heard that Yan Zhihan had returned, he quickly rushed down from the second floor, "Third brother, you're back? I bought the ingredients."

Yan Zhihan looked at her in shock, confused. What did Xiao Si just say? Ingredients?

Yan Zhihan couldn't believe his eyes. The sun was rising from the west. The shock on his face was still there. He asked, "Xiao Si, are you okay? Why did you buy these? Hey, why is there a cactus? Xiao Si, do you want to grow flowers?"

Yan Qingluo looked at Yan Zhihan innocently and explained, "No, Third Brother, I want to learn how to cook. Can you teach me?"

Yan Zhihan's eyes widened. Not to mention how incredible it was for Yan Qingluo to learn how to cook, just looking at the things he bought was simply out of the ordinary. Cactus, also called food? What the hell!

Yan Zhihan hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but not daring to, but finally couldn't help but say it, "Xiao Si, this cactus ... may not be used for cooking, and ... this ... is this tea?"

Yan Qingluo nodded firmly, indicating that Yan Zhihan had guessed correctly, "It's tea leaves."

"Oh, this is the ingredient you bought too?" Yan Zhihan was going crazy. He knew that their little fourth child had never had any contact with family since he was a child. He was spoiled and knew nothing, but ... but, it was impossible that he couldn't even tell whether something could be used for cooking or not.

Forget it, tea leaves can be used to cook tea eggs, but what about this pile of pearls?

"Um ... Xiao Si, why did you suddenly think of learning to cook? If you want to eat something in the future, you can always ask Aunt Chen for help. If all else fails, you can always ask your third brother to cook for you. Let's not waste our efforts, okay?" Yan Zhihan persuaded.

"I want to learn, Third Brother, please teach me!" Yan Qingluo used his trump card, the ultimate weapon, acting coquettishly.

Yan Zhihan couldn't resist and compromised immediately, "Okay, okay, whatever you want to learn, Third Brother will teach you now."

Yan Qingluo jumped up happily and cheered, "Third brother is the best, please teach me your best dish first!"

"Egg fried rice?" Yan Zhihan thought for a moment and said, "Let me teach you the most basic first, egg fried rice."

"Oh, I bought the eggs." Yan Qingluo diligently took the eggs he bought and shook them in front of Yan Zhihan.

Yan Zhihan looked at the gray-green egg in Yan Qingluo's hand and wondered why it looked a bit like a salted duck egg ...