"Your mother is gone for the time being and will be back soon." An Ruo'er replied to him, and also secretly reminded him that his mother would come back soon, so that he didn't want to do it again.

Zhao Mingrong heard her hint, grinned, raised his hand to straighten his tie in a chic manner, and chuckled at her and said: "So that's the case, An Dong came to my house, it is an honor to be splendid, how can I be lazy, I'll sit with An Dong for a while." ”

Zhao Mingrong said in a high-sounding voice, and sat on the same sofa with An Ruoer shamelessly.

He picked up the flower branch that had just fallen to the ground for An Ruo'er, and stuck it to her again.

"An Dong also knows how to play flowers, which is really Lan Xinhui." As he spoke, he didn't put the flower branch he picked up on the coffee table, but handed it to An Ruo'er and asked her to take it.

An Ruoer didn't know what he was thinking, so she didn't answer, stood up, and moved to the sofa opposite to sit down.

"If Mr. Zhao is lucky, you can try it yourself." As she spoke, she reached out to him to continue arranging flowers.

Zhao Mingrong smiled, casually inserted the flower branch he picked up into the bottle, and took it out again.

"It's not good-looking, I don't know anything about flower arrangement, what I'm best at is ......" He didn't finish speaking, but looked at An Ruoer with a smile, and loosened his tie with his hand, which was full of implication.

Mo Zifei, who was waiting at the door of Zhao's house, saw An Ruoer come out, and hurriedly walked over to pick her up with an umbrella.

In the evening after a gloomy day, the first winter rain began to fall.

An Ruo'er's eyebrows were a little unhappy, but she still politely said goodbye to Mrs. Zhao.

After getting into the car. Only then did she put away her smile and said to Mo Zifei: "The last time I came to the Zhao family, I started tomorrow, and I don't have to come again." ”

Mo Zifei didn't understand, just like he didn't know why she came to visit this Mrs. Zhao for three days in a row, but he didn't ask questions.

An Ruoer held the steering wheel in her hand, anger looming.

This Zhao Mingrong is simply a Sven scum.

In the warm living room, the four of them are playing with Xing Dye.

Rong has been using a DV machine to record the growth of Xingzhi every day; And the wearing of the star dye is covered by the flowers. Sometimes I don't like the clothes outside. Simply design it yourself; Maung will hold Xing Dye and accompany him to work out. As for the moon, when he hugs the star dye, his expression will enter the state of a full moon, and the corners of his mouth will be smiling.

After coming back, An Ruoer looked at the rain line that kept falling outside. The bottom of his eyes was blue.

She just goes out these days. You will wear heavy makeup. I didn't expect that such a heavy makeup could attract Zhao Mingrong, a disciple.

She hates heavy makeup the most, so as soon as she comes back, she washes it off and looks straight to the sky.

She seems to be having trouble sleeping lately. Morning or night, I can't sleep. I often stare at a place for a long time, until my eyes are so sore that I remember to close my eyes and recuperate for a while.

She went to Zhao's house to find out the news of that Muye, but for three days, she found almost nothing.

From Mrs. Zhao's mouth, he couldn't ask anything valuable. I only know that Zhao Changkun this time, even his wife was strictly guarded, and he didn't reveal anything.

Mrs. Zhao is not as interested in business as mahjong at all.

Silent Garden

After Bai Yujie cut off the phone, he sat on the warm chair in front of the window.

The chair was covered with a thick white wool cushion, which the maid automatically set out for him when the weather was in winter.

It had taken him nearly a month, and he was now almost sure who he was looking for.

He sat down, his eyes closed, and when he was dim, there was a warm snort in his ears, and a pair of arms were lying on his neck, and the end of his nose smelled a familiar and warm smell.

"Isn't it cold? It's raining outside, why are you lying here asleep. ”

Her voice was not sweet, gentle and gentle, with a hint of complaint, but because she was worried about his body.

He didn't open his eyes, but the corners of his lips rose slightly, and a faint smile was hidden under his closed eyelids.

She seemed to be a little at a loss, and even if he didn't open his eyes to see, he could still think of her little movements in his head.

He must have tilted his head a little, pursed his lips lightly, and looked at him helplessly and a little pitifully.

He was waiting for her to have any ideas, to see if his little wife was a coquettish and cute, or if she could be smarter, or-

The smile on his lips deepened, for what he had thought of was more stupid.

She paused for a moment, thinking he was asleep, and withdrew her arm first.

The corners of his lips, which had been raised, couldn't help but pull back with some displeasure, dissatisfied with her hand, but could only hear the sound of her footsteps gently moving away.

Did you just give up?

If she tries to call him again, he'll wake up.

It's really impatient.

He opened his eyes, silently thinking, when he suddenly heard her footsteps getting closer and closer as she had walked out.

He closed his eyes again after she walked over.

You can hear her walking closer and the lighter her steps, as if she would wake him up.

The smell of her on the tip of his nose made his mood suddenly happy again.

It turned out that she had gone to get a blanket and covered him.

The warm and soft blanket covered his body, but he felt that even his heart had become warm.

He opened his eyes and met hers.

In the fawn-like eyes, some surprises flashed.

"I woke you up?"

Without waiting for his answer, she automatically confessed, and explained apologetically: "I'm just afraid that you will catch a cold." ”

"Oh." He responded, smiled and said, "Actually, I didn't fall asleep." ”

She blinked, understood, but smiled. Then he pulled a small soft stool, sat down beside him, and put both hands under the blanket that covered him, and covered his hands.

He held her hands under the blanket, and sure enough, it was a little cold, so he continued to hold them in his hands, covered her with warmth, and closed his eyes again.

"Bai Yujie?"

"Huh?"

"Did you forget something you didn't do today?"

Hearing this, he opened his eyes again and looked at her.

She stared at him with a smile on her cheeks.

"What's the matter?" He asked, smiling.

"Hmm......" she pursed her lips, "forget it, forget it." ”

As he spoke, he gently withdrew his holding hands, and was about to get up.

He sat up, trying to remember what she was referring to.

He forgot what he hadn't done.

She had already walked two steps away, and he cried out, "Ruo'er? ”

"Huh?" She looked back at him again.

"What is it?" He wanted to know.

She lifted her hand, raised an index finger, and shook it at him.

"Young Master?"

Bai Yujie opened his eyes, the lights in the house were turned on, and the servant stood in front of him.

Other than that, there is no third person in this room.

But a second ago, she stood in front of him so real and pretty, reminding him of what he had forgotten.

"Young Master, what did you just ask me about?" The servant asked inexplicably.

Bai Yujie had completely come back to his senses at this time, knowing that he had fallen asleep on this warm chair.

Qingqing Liying is just a dream of Nanke.

Outside the window, there was a clear sound of rain. (To be continued.) )