It was a rare trip back, and Nan Song and Yu Jinwen wanted to stay in the old house to spend more time with their grandparents and mother.

But Yu Fengjiao rushed them back to Yu Mansion. She knew that young people nowadays like to live their own small lives, and who would like to stay with their elders every day. It was so sweet for the two of them, so the next afternoon

, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen carried their luggage and returned to Yu Mansion.

The two of them have been traveling since they received the certificate. Yu Jinwen stayed with her in Nancheng most of the rest of the time. She also hasn't returned to Yu Mansion for a long time. Everything is still as familiar as when she left. After Xiaomao renovated the house, everything looked brand new.

This is her favorite home style, simple, clear and clean.

After returning home and putting down his luggage, Yu Jinwen took Nan Song's hand and led her around again.

The study room is right next to the bedroom. The large study room has two office areas, with a push-pull partition in the middle. This ensures that they can work without disturbing each other when they need quiet time, and also ensure that they can work together when they want to.

You can communicate at any time, which can be said to be very "human".

There are already many books piled on the bookshelves on the three walls, like a small library, mostly military and economic management books.

Yu Jinwen said to Nan Song in a warm voice: "Many of my books have been organized and put in the warehouse. The other two rows of bookshelves are reserved for you. Make a list of the books you want to buy. I will ask someone to buy them later."

He knew that Nan Song preferred reading paper books to e-books, and Nan's study room was no smaller than this.

This is also her home now, so Nan Song will naturally not be polite to him and responds, "Okay."

There is a well-equipped gym and game room on the first floor. There are many small games that Nan Song has never seen before. I was attracted by them and started playing them.

She was very good at playing whack-a-mole, driving a racing car, and catching dolls. Yu Jinwen looked at her bright eyes and couldn't help laughing.

It is said that a man remains a boy until he dies, but he will always see the boyishness in Nan Song.

Probably I was well protected in my childhood. No matter how old I get, there will always be a child living in my heart.

Seeing that she was having fun, Yu Jinwen didn't bother her, but when he turned his head to look at a machine next to him, he couldn't help but laugh suddenly.

"Xiao Mao...is a little damaged."

"Huh?" Nan Song was happy after successfully catching a doll. He turned to look at Yu Jinwen and saw the machine next to him.

"What's this?"

Nan Song carried the doll over, pressed the start button, and heard music playing, with a Sailor Moon dancing on the screen.

Her eyebrows flickered, "Is this a dancing machine?"

Yu Jinwen nodded, "Probably."

Seeing the smile on his lips and remembering what he just said, Nan Song became unhappy, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that his wife was about to explode, Yu Jinwen quickly coaxed her gently: "My fault, I forgot to tell Xiaomao that you can't dance."

It's okay if I don't say this, but I'll be even more unhappy when I say Nan Song.

Who are you looking down on?

"Why can't I dance? Don't listen to what my brothers say. They have no taste and don't know how to appreciate my dancing."

Nan Song defended himself solemnly and thrust the doll into Yu Jinwen's hand, "Here, isn't it just for dancing? I'll dance for you right now!"

Yu Jinwen wanted to stop him, but he couldn't.

Because she has jumped up.

In Nan Song's fantasy, she should be quite graceful when dancing. At least her limbs are flexible, and dancing on the dance machine doesn't seem to be difficult. She just needs to step on the lighted place under her feet.

, so she vowed to dance with the other dancers.

However, from Yu Jinwen’s perspective——

It's like watching a shadow puppet show or "Dancing Master". Even if you look left and right, it doesn't look like you're dancing.

It's more like elementary school students doing radio gymnastics, and it's very non-standard and non-standard.
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