It seems that since she has Luofan, she has practiced a variety of skills.

Seeing the joy overflowing from the corners of Feng Moyin's eyes, Luo Fan's heart softened, and Zhengse said: "Actually, it's very simple, if you want to restore the little white flowers to their original appearance, as long as you use Xiaocai's ability and think about what you want to do, then Xiaocai will complete what you want in your heart according to your wishes." ”

Feng Moyin listened to it staggeringly, why does this sound so much like Aladdin's magic lamp!

But as long as you can save Yimehua.

This Yimi flower is a product of Africa, and they can't fly to Africa just for this flower, right?

"Meimei, maybe I have a way to help you save this Yimihua......" Before Feng Moyin finished speaking, Yi Xiaomei jumped in front of her like a rabbit, her big wet eyes blinking like a deer.

"Really?"

Feng Moyin was frightened by her sudden move, slightly stunned, and nodded in response.

"But the Yimi flowers in front of me have withered like this, and they look like they are dead, how can they be saved?" Ling Xianya asked in disbelief.

No matter how powerful those people are, no one has the ability to resurrect the dead, which is against the principles of heaven.

The faint gaze stared at the soft-faced, graceful girl without a trace, and she was becoming more and more incomprehensible lately.

Covering her eyelids, Ling Xianya wondered in her heart, but she didn't say that no matter what, she knew that this change was a good thing for her and for many people.

The previous Momo was too kind, this is her fatal weakness, and the future road does not need to be kind.

"I have seen an old grandfather, he is very researched in flowers, especially those precious and rare varieties, and the living conditions of this rice flower are extremely harsh, except for Africa, I have not heard of any continent that has been successfully planted, our country has also introduced this plant, but in the end it has not been successful. But I heard Grandpa Lin say that he had planted Yimi flowers alive, and I thought maybe we could ask Grandpa Lin for help. ”

Feng Moyin didn't say herself directly, but lied and casually made up a nonsensical character, they hadn't seen it anyway, who knows if what she said was true or false.

Feng Moyin thought very unscrupulously in her heart.

"Really, really? Then let's go to the old man you said now!" Yi Xiaomei was excited, crying with joy, woo woo, great, she thought that she must be dead this time!

"Momo, I love you to death!"

Yi Xiaomei happily hugged Feng Moyin's neck, and the whole person hung on her body.

Rubbing Feng Moyin's face affectionately, my relatives!

"It's just that Grandpa Lin easily disappears from people, and his temperament is very weird, let alone strangers, and I still helped him inadvertently, and I got closer to me for a long time. So I don't know if he'll see you. Feng Moyin continued to flicker.

How could she take them to meet someone who didn't exist at all, and she wasn't stupid!

Seeing her fooling her friend like this, Luo Pan secretly pouted, this woman is really unscrupulous, with a pure and lovely face, what she did was a black-hearted thing, he remembered that he was forced by this woman to sign a lot of unequal treaties, and he regretted it for a while, and he was unladylike!

"Ahh

"Otherwise, I'll go to Grandpa Lin to find out the wind first, if Grandpa Lin is willing to see you, I'll take you to visit Grandpa Lin next time." But for now, let's send this pot of Yimi flowers to Grandpa Lin first, if it's a little later, this flower will really die!"

"Okay, okay, Momo will leave everything to you! My little life depends on you!" Yi Xiaomei clasped her hands together and said, please.

Feng Moyin smiled lightly and nodded.

Although she can't meet the powerful old man in Momo's mouth, as long as she saves her flowers and saves herself from being beaten by her father, she will be thankful!

And Ling Xianya had no interest in the old man.

……

The night is like ink, and the moon is like water.

Feng Moyin put Yimihua in the basket in front of her, pedaled her bicycle out of the school gate, and followed the route in her memory, turned left and right and crossed the antique street to Qinghe Road.

She didn't come here to gamble on stones, but in her previous life, she followed her brother here once, and there was a flower shop diagonally opposite the gambling stone field.

In the afternoon, she copied most of the ingredients needed for a simple recipe.

Since she decided to open a cosmetics store in the future, in order to have her own brand and to be able to occupy a corner among the many famous cosmetics brands, her all-natural and natural cosmetics must be implemented.

She took a general look and saw that some things could be bought at the flower shop, and some of the auxiliary ingredients would have to be bought at the department store.

Park the bicycle in front of the flower shop, lock it, and walk into the shop.

The flower shop is very large, and there is still a difference from the imaginary flower shop.

She thought that the flower shop was full of packaged bouquets, but in addition to bouquets, this flower shop also has potted plants.

The air is filled with a faint fragrance of potpourri, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Feng Moyin smiled slightly, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and her heart was unusually calm, as if her dusty heart was rescued at this moment, and what she saw in her eyes was not the end of the world but the beginning of life. Everything is so beautiful!

The florist is divided into three areas, each with its own characteristics.

On the left is the bouquet area, exquisite and luxurious wrapping paper, the packaging box is displayed on a snow-white carved wooden frame with fine texture, next to it is the packaged bouquet style, customers can choose the wrapping paper and packaging box according to their preferences, please staff according to their specified needs to pack.

On the right is the potted area, colorful flowers scratch their heads, the pots used to cultivate flowers are customized from abroad, good materials, exquisite patterns, even the inconspicuous flower pots have worked hard, it can be seen that the owner of this shop must have a sincere love for flowers.

She had an urge to become friends with the shopkeeper.

However, now she must not have imagined that they had become more intimate than friends instead of friends.

Of course, this is an afterword, at this time, Feng Moyin is all focused on this dazzling world of flowers.

"Okay! I don't have time to accompany me, so I came here to accompany Xiao San! Chu Jianguo, you say, who is this little **? Ah? Are you worthy of me by doing this? I'll fight with you!" A sharp female voice broke the peace of the flower shop.

Feng Moyin put away her mind and looked up, wearing a noble and gorgeous dress, a woman with a noblewoman's head cursing and scolding in her mouth, and she pounced on a woman like a man.

The noble lady pressed on the woman's body, pulled her hair, and tore her clothes, without the appearance of a noble lady at all, with a clear shrew.

ps: That, silently tried my best :: >_