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Ding Cheng slept all night last night with the jar of fruit oranges in the room.

He didn't sleep well, he always thought of her in a half-dream, and then he sat alone on the windowsill looking at the tree in the garden.

In fact, the light emitted by the floor lamp in the garden was dim and unclear, and the tree also had a bit of a terrifying taste, but the lover's eyes were full of Xi Shi, no matter how he looked at it, the tree was as beautiful as her image in his mind.

He looked at it for a while, then went back to the bed and hugged the jar of oranges, and after thinking about it, he felt that he was a bit perverted and mentally retarded in this way, so he put the jar of oranges back on the bedside table and stared at it like that.

However, when he fell asleep in a daze and woke up, he found that he was holding the jar of oranges in his hand.

He sighed helplessly, but he couldn't do anything about her, although she was not in front of him, but anything that could have the slightest relationship with her car could torture him so unscrupulously.

After washing, he contacted the person from yesterday and told him to send the household appliances he purchased to her home, and the other party respectfully assured him that he would handle it safely before he went downstairs for breakfast.

Fang Yingzi, my mother, who I haven't seen for a long time, came back in the middle of the night last night.

Seeing him coming down from upstairs, Fang Yingzi had a bright smile on her face and said lovingly, "Son, come and have breakfast with me." ”

His expression was flat, neither enthusiastic nor happy, but he sat down in his place as usual, eating toast and asking, "When did you come back?" ”

Fang Yingzi smiled, "I came back at two o'clock last night, thinking that you should have slept, so I didn't call you." But what kind of tree do you have in your garden? The tree was ordinary, and it didn't fit in with the ones I had planted around it, and it ruined the whole garden. ”

He replied very seriously, "I like that tree, don't touch it." ”

Fang Yingzi was even more curious, "I think it looks very ordinary, why do you like it so much?" ”

He bowed his head and replied, "It has a nice name." ”

Fang Yingzi asked again, "What's the name?" When Aunt Zhang told me this morning, I didn't hear her name at all. ”

Jiang Guoqi's face flashed in his mind, her quiet eyes and expression, his tone slowed down unconsciously, and he replied softly, "Big fruit oak." ”

Fang Yingzi asked, "Which 'li'?" ”

But he didn't answer, but said, "It's just a tree, why are you chasing after it?" ”

Fang Yingzi showed a helpless expression, although her son was born to her, he had never kissed her, and occasionally when she asked him a few more questions, he would be a little impatient.

She had no choice but to say, "Mom just wants to know more about your hobbies." I think the tree looks ordinary, but if you really like it, we'll make the whole garden free for it, okay? ”

He muffled, "No, I'll just plant that one." ”

As usual, when he wanted to drink a glass of milk after breakfast, he found that the cup next to him was not pure milk, but orange juice, and it was not freshly squeezed, and he asked the servant next to him, "Why don't you pour me milk?" ”

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen at this time and took the initiative to answer, "Little orange, don't you like to drink fruit oranges?" Today I will ask them to pour you the oranges. ”