The room is full of delicate red roses, and the white bed is also sprinkled with rose petals. Shrouded in the glow of candlelight, it shook her heart at once.

She didn't know when she slept in the dazzling splendor of this room, but she picked up the handful of red roses closest to her, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, and before she knew it, she was intoxicated.

"Awake?" asked, Feng Hao pushed the door in and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

"What's going on? Her face reflected the bouquet of roses, and she was more delicate than a flower.

It's not that she hasn't seen flowers, and it's not that she hasn't received them. But Feng Hao is the first time to send it, and as soon as I send it, I send so much, and my heart is sweet and warm when I look at it.

"Don't all women like men to give flowers? I thought about it, since I met you, I haven't given you a flower. ”

"yes, you didn't even give me flowers. "He gave her a lot of things, jewelry, real estate cards, companies and parrots. But she didn't give her a flower, she wasn't a hypocritical woman, so she didn't care.

He didn't mention it today, she really couldn't think of it.

"That'...... I owe you what I owe, and I will pay you back today. He caressed the splendor, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

He looked indifferent, but he took the splendor of this room for granted.

The soft candlelight, reflecting those roses, secretly gave birth to a kind of romance that grabbed people's hearts, and gradually penetrated into the bones.

"What do you want to do?" Xia Yucheng's heart tightened, and what he thought of was no longer romance, but brewing before breaking up.

"What kind of nonsense are you thinking about again!" Feng Hao saw her face change suddenly, and said to her lovingly.

"It's nothing!" Xia Yucheng recalled that Feng Hao had said before, even if he didn't want her one day, she would be able to leave with a smile.

Could it be because grandma woke up and said something, so today ......

Xia Yucheng's heart ached, her nose was sore, and she turned her face to the side suddenly, not looking at the red rose in her hand, nor at the wind.

waited until he forced back the tears that poured out, then he turned his face, looked at Feng Hao and smiled: "Thank you! I like it very much!"

"What's polite to me? I think it's all my fault, why did I send everything, but I missed the flowers?"

"It's okay!" Xia Yucheng put down the bouquet of roses in his hand and stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around his neck, "I'm very happy, you look at me, I'm laughing!"

She raised her chin and smiled brightly, her dark eyes, her white and pink skin, and her delicate facial features.

He looked at her intently for a while, then got up and went to the cloakroom to get her a water-red dress.

"Put it on and go down to eat. He handed her the skirt and said softly.

"Why is it red?" she rarely wears red, and she always thinks that this color is too bright.

"Festive!" he replied with a smile.

Since you have to leave with a smile when you break up, of course you have to be festive. Xia Yucheng suppressed the complexity in her heart, smiled sweetly at him, lifted the sheet and got out of bed, picked up her skirt and ran into the cloakroom.

"What are you running? It's not that you haven't seen it?" Seeing her hurried and flustered appearance, Feng Hao smiled, leaned back, and fell on the bed, falling into the fragrant petals.

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