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He, what is the thing to put the roses?

How did she not know?

The two of them went home together, and when she went into the kitchen, there were no roses on the table. How did it take so much effort to put such a big bunch on the table?

On the bottle rack in the rose lace, there was a bottle of red wine, which had been opened, and two goblets were poured into a small half glass of red wine.

Under normal circumstances, the seventh day of the first month is not to drink alcohol.

Jian Yiyang also didn't let her drink.

Girls, it's better to drink less.

At this point, the seventh day of the first month also agrees with Jian Yiyang's words. In fact, no matter what Jian Yiyang said, he would listen to it without hesitation in the seventh day of the first month, and he would keep it in his heart.

What he doesn't let do, what he doesn't like to do, she won't do.

However, under normal circumstances, Jian Yiyang rarely interferes in the affairs of the seventh year of the first month. Because he knows that his seventh year of junior high school is the most measured, knowing what to do and what not to do.

Chu Qi didn't twist, as Jian Yiyang patted his thighs, he was also very obedient and sat on his lap, and then climbed his neck with both hands naturally, smiling charmingly and intoxicated, "When did you put the flowers?"

This is the second bouquet, the second bouquet of flowers he sent.

Although the first bouquet of flowers he sent was sacrificed heroically, she was not even warm, and she was so inhumanely destroyed. However, the heart is still quite beautiful.

Coupled with this bunch, and it is such a big bunch, it is still placed at home, then it will definitely not be destroyed as inhumanely as last time.

His eyes moved from his face to the champagne roses on the table, and his beautiful eyes were slightly bent, looking at this bouquet of champagne roses with a smile.

Creamy champagne roses with a faint fragrance. There was a hint of red wine in the air, and as he sat on his lap, his warm breath hit her face, carrying a faint smell of tobacco.

Chu Qi had a vague and intoxicated feeling, immersed in his tender watery eyes.

A faint milky yellow hazy light from the crystal chandelier above the head sprinkled down and spread on the two of them. On the table, the colored wax also glows with a hazy and romantic light.

At this moment, Carpenter's "The Day Returns" is playing.

The slightly hoarse but seductive voice, as well as the slow rhythm, once again add a touch of romance and warmth.

Jian Yiyang put one hand around her waist, raised the other hand, and climbed her thumb up her cheeks as smooth as freshly peeled eggs, gently rubbing them back and forth. Looking at her eyes, they were extremely gentle and pampered.

It's as if she's a rare treasure, and it's made of porcelain. With just a little force, it will shatter.

"Seven, what day is it?"

He looked at her with burning eyes and asked her softly.

Chu Qi pursed his lips and smiled, his hands around his neck, his legs swayed slightly, his petite body rubbed as if he didn't have anything, and pretended to be confused: "Yes, what day is today?" Dad, why don't you tell your daughter." What's a good day today?"

The smile is as bright as a blooming rose, but it is not shy, and it is also gorgeous.

The smile on Jian Yiyang's face opened slightly, and his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Chu Qi meaningfully.