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Chapter 909: Wishing You a Happy Life

Turning back from the suburbs, Qin Feng sent Qin Yu home first, and just took the lunch made by Qin's mother to the flower shop.

Yan Huan was pruning flower branches and packing bouquets, a white sweatshirt with light blue jeans, a green apron, short hair was already up to her ears, and she was casually stuck behind her ears to reveal a delicate little face.

The corners of her lips are shallowly hooked, her movements are neat and decisive, but the whole person is extraordinarily delicate and bright and quiet and elegant among the brilliant flowers that bloom.

Through a glass curtain wall, Qin Feng vaguely saw her humming, he had hardly heard her sing, it should be the sound of heaven.

Qin Feng watched silently for a while, and then entered the door with his things.

The wind chimes rang at the door, Yan Huan turned his face, and when he saw that it was him, he immediately smiled: "It's here." ”

Qin Feng bowed his head and put the lunch box in his hand on the table, seeing that she was busy again, but she was no longer humming.

He walked over to her with his hands behind his back.

"Yan Huan."

"Huh?" Yan Huan turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?" ”

Qin Feng was silent and took out the back of his hand, and a bouquet of delicate roses appeared in front of Yan Huan.

Seeing that her expression was slightly stunned, Qin Feng smiled: "I'll give it to you." ”

"Huh?" Yan Huan didn't answer and confirmed: "Send me?" ”

Qin Feng nodded: "Yes, I bought it for you on the road." ”

Yan Huan pursed his lips and smiled, while putting the flower branches in his hand, carefully wiping his hands on the apron and taking the roses, he was disgusted: "My home is a flower shop, why do you buy flowers elsewhere." ”

"It's different."

Qin Feng's tone was slow: "The flowers at home are all to be sold to others, but this bouquet is exclusive to you." ”

Yan Huan's heart was shocked: "Rose...... Why would you buy roses. ”

"Roses don't represent ......"

"I mean roses are very expensive, so you might as well buy some daisies, bellflower flowers, etc., and take them home to your mother......"

Yan Huan interrupted Qin Feng's words, and while carefully putting the rose on the cash register, he turned around and came back: "What are you eating today?" I'm so hungry! ”

Qin Feng found that every time he wanted to confess, Yan Huan would divert the topic, which made him a little helpless.

"Today it's cumin mushrooms, braised fish, and chicken stewed mushrooms." Qin Feng took apart the large insulated box and put it out in turn: "If you're hungry, eat quickly, I'll help you after eating." ”

"Okay." Yan Huan didn't say anything else, went to wash his hands and came back and sat down to eat directly.

The two of them are as harmonious and warm as usual.

Only Yan Huan's heart was full of turmoil, and she found that since she came back from a trip to Jinghai, the man had changed a little.

Looking at her eyes is always too hot, and she is becoming more and more tolerant of her, and at the same time, she is cautious and has more feelings that make her unable to distinguish clearly.

As for him, Yan Huan was also a little overwhelmed, although she refused to admit it, she couldn't help but face her feelings.

She has a different mind for men.

I want to be with him for a long time, support each other, and share the white head.

But reason tells her that men may not be interested in women, and that they are only courteous in her care.

After all, Qin's mother is now at home, and the two of them will show their feet if they are not careful, and he may encounter a more terrible experience at that time.

"Yan Huan."

Seeing her eating absent-mindedly, Qin Feng sandwiched a piece of peeled fish into her bowl: "Don't you really like to eat fish made by your mother?" Eat more. ”

Yan Huan looked up at him, the man's handsome facial features were full of tenderness, which caused her heart to be messy.

"Okay." She hurriedly lowered her head.

Qin Feng twisted his fingers, and his eyes lit up with deep thought: "Yan Huan, I feel that my illness is almost cured. ”

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