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In the cubicle, Lausanne was hunched cross-legged on the sofa, with a headset attached to his left ear, and a laptop on his laptop glowing with a cold dim light.

Following the last time she sent a message in the group, she logged in again and saw that there were more than 100 unread messages. Probably swiped it slightly, and because of her sudden appearance, everyone has been frantically swiping the screen.

As she didn't reply to the message, those people simply left important words, saying that she must reply to the message when she saw it.

Ancient saying: [Door master, where are you? 】

Juan: [Why hasn't there been any news for a few years?] Isn't it boring to go to school? Playing everyone missing! 】

Ancient saying: [Recently, those people are frantically looking for you again, wanting to know your information, we have stopped many times, this time we can't stop it, too many parties directly attack us, they want to clear us!!] 】

Y: [Find a way to solve it first, the door owner may have something.] 】

Her long curled eyelashes cast a butterfly-like shadow under her eye sockets, and her pale red pink lips outlined a cold arc under the straight bridge of her nose.

Slender fingers tapped a message: [After a while, I'll go back.] 】

If you want to get rid of her ruthlessness, don't blame her for being ruthless.

But the most important thing is that Fu Shihan has to let her out first before she has a chance to go back.

From the time he said that he tried to let her out, to the moment for three days in a row, he didn't see any movement.

Except for having to go downstairs to eat, she has been reading in the cubicle for the past few days.

didn't say a word to Fu Shihan again, and deliberately avoided him every time.

Lausanne put down his computer, looked at the courtyard garden, pondered for a while, and got up and went downstairs.

In the garden, the maid is watering the flowers and plants. Seeing her coming, he greeted her respectfully: "Madam." ”

Lausanne glanced at them, but did not respond.

Walking towards a small flower room in the garden, he lifted a basket with a handful of scissors in it. Pruning shears should be washed with water and disinfected with disinfectant solution to prevent bacterial infection of the plant.

Walking out of the flower room, the maid Xiaozhi stepped forward to take the basket from Lausanne's hand: "Madam, what are you going to do?" Let's do it. ”

"No, you don't." She plans to pick several types of petals herself and make perfumes.

Her sense of taste and smell was lost for no reason, but on the night when Fu Shihan was drunk a few days ago, when he dragged her to the bed, his nose accidentally bumped into him, as if he could smell it by chance.

But I still can't taste it when I eat.

Lausanne was silent for a moment, and saw that the two maids had been following her, "Do what you have to do, don't disturb me." ”

Walked to the lavender bush and squatted down, cut a handful of lavender, lowered her head to the flower and sniffed it gently, and a faint fragrance was inhaled into her nose.

When she had plucked enough lavender, the two servants followed her and did not leave, and Lausanne simply ignored it.

He picked red roses elsewhere in the garden and wandered around.

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed spotted spotted a wild ghost orchid.

The ghost orchid flower is pale in color, the flower shape is ethereal and peculiar, and it is named "ghost orchid" because of the posture swaying in the wind like a ghost.

Luosang tilted his head and asked Xiao Zhi next to him: "When did these ghost orchids have?" ”

"Some time ago, the young master personally transplanted it." The maid answered truthfully.

Lausanne: "......" that he transplanted himself?

Because it is very difficult to artificially cultivate ghost orchids, wild ghost orchids are very rare.

Lausanne couldn't help but feel a little strange about the sudden swath of this place.

She had just shifted her attention after staring at a piece of ghost orchid for a long time, noticing that someone was staring at her from time to time in the direction of the darkness.