Chapter 89: Budding
ββ¦β¦ My garden is bigger than here, and you can buy whatever flowers and plants you want! What do you think? β
In the living room of the main courtyard, Bo Junxiao, who was reclining on the sofa, held a mobile phone in his hand, and heard Sima Xilou's series of questions clearly.
His eyes flashed, and there was no obvious fluctuation on his face.
But the other hand that was originally placed on his legs subconsciously grabbed the corner of the thin blanket on his legs, and the corners of his lips were imperceptibly stretched with a sharp arc.
That girl...... She's going to be tempted, right?
"Hah...... Thanks to Young Master Sima,"
Yan Mu's laughter came from the mobile phone, "But I don't know anything, but I don't dare to go to your mansion to mess around." β
The sharp arc of the corner of Bo Junxiao's mouth melted in an instant, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
At this time, Sima Xilou's voice sounded again: "I really want to invite you, you can think about it, there will be no more shops in this village after this village!" β
Yan Mu's crisp and sweet voice sounded without hesitation: "Thank you Young Master Sima for your kindness, but it's very good here, I like ...... very much."
Speaking of this, it was as if I didn't know what I liked for a while.
"Like what?" Sima Xilou's voice sounded again, but there was a hint of not too obvious banter, "Could it be that you like it here...... Person? β
Bo Junxiao's eyes jumped.
"I like the old plum tree in the garden very much," Yan Mu's voice came clearly, "A particularly thick old plum tree, it must be beautiful when it blooms!" β
Bo Junxiao's eyes dimmed slightly, and a trace of obscure emotion rolled under his eyes, but there was an indescribable gloom in his expression.
Plum Tree......
But they're all dead!
I'm afraid this girl doesn't know that the plum tree is dead, right? If she knew, wouldn't she want to stay here?
At this moment, the telephone landline in the living room suddenly rang.
The phone rang suddenly from Sima Xilou's mobile phone, which not only startled Yan Mu, but also scared Sima Xilou.
Sima Xilou turned off his mobile phone in a little panic, and explained with a smile: "I don't know when I pressed my mobile phone to dial a friend's number......"
Yan Mu didn't care either, and immediately turned back to the topic: "Then Young Master Sima, do you want all these cuckoos?" I'm going to move you to the pot now? β
Hurry up and make money is serious!
This Young Master Sima didn't expect to be a chatterbox, Yan Mu thought about getting it for him quickly, and quickly invited this great god who was not in a proper shape to leave.
"Waitβ"
Sima Xilou's eyes suddenly lit up, he waved his hand to stop Yan Mu, and strode to the other side.
"It's ...... Orchid? β
Sima Xilou asked with a little surprise.
The four gentlemen in the plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum, even if it is an ordinary variety, also have their own style and bone appearance, the so-called beautiful rhyme.
Compared with those rhododendrons, this orchid is naturally more loved by his old man.
Yan Mu also followed, looked at the dozen or so orchids, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl slightly.
It's really good, these dozen orchids have grown very well during this period of time, and they have all come to life, not to mention, they have just budded in the past two days.
At this time, the orchid leaves are moist and slender, like jasper finely carved, but there seems to be a faint blue mist stretching out from the leaf veins, really like a beauty wrapped in clouds in the deep valley......
You can't take your eyes off it when you look at it!
Like a peerless beauty, before she reaches the golden age of blooming youth, it is already heartbreaking.
Sima Xilou also followed his old man to see flowers and plants, and with his understanding of orchids, he could see that this was not a rare and famous product.
But......
"I want it!"
Sima Xilou's voice seemed to be anxious, as if he was afraid that others would rob him, and pointed to the dozen or so orchids, "Put them all in flower pots for me!" β
As he spoke, he remembered something again, and said hurriedly: "Don't pretend, don't pretend first!" β