Chapter 14: The Language of Flowers

With Rondi's permission, it means she can come here at any time in the future. Zhang Tongtong showed a sly smile, knowing that Rong Di's job was to write novels, she smiled very happily like a girl who discovered her boyfriend's little secret. Noticing Rong Di's ugly look like chewing wax, she hurriedly put away her smile, but she still looked a little proud.

"Your house is so messy, it looks like you need someone to take care of you!" Her tone changed, and her gaze became very sharp, like a hunter staring at her prey.

Her prey, of course, is Rongdi.

"I'll clean up my room." However, Rong Di looked a little embarrassed and avoided her enthusiasm.

"I'm asking you, do you want a girlfriend?" She is very direct and very bold.

It was the first time Rong Di had met such an active and enthusiastic woman, and he had never had a girlfriend before he knew how to deal with this situation.

"Your noodles are delicious."

Rong Di almost blurted out the answer that the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth.

He once again avoided her enthusiasm, this is a delaying tactic, Rong Di can't reply as soon as his brain is hot, although love is a thing that depends on feelings, but they still need to understand each other. At least that's how Rong Di understood, and she wasn't in a hurry, just stared at him, and then smiled secretly.

Her purpose was to need an excuse to approach him, and now she had succeeded, and she also knew that he was just on guard against himself, and didn't seem to think of himself as a bad person.

Falling in love is a science, and she naturally knows that it is taboo to be in a hurry after rolling in love for many years.

"Do you really think my noodles are delicious?" She asked suddenly.

"Yes, it's true." Rong Di didn't know what to say next, he wasn't used to talking to girls like this, it would be nice to say if she was a patient, but she wasn't.

She smiled again, that little smug smile again, she knew how important it was to grab a man's stomach.

"Then eat more, there's still in the pot."

"Well, I know, thank you."

One is a slightly joking offense, and the other is a serious defense. The atmosphere in the room became very awkward, and after a while, Zhang Tongtong brushed his forehead hair to the back of his ears with his fingertips, pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "Really, it's obvious that I'm repaying the favor."

"Uh, okay......" Rong Di felt that he was panicking, because just now he was stunned, and some small movements of beautiful girls can always make boys' hearts flutter. Rong Di felt that his blood-supplying heart was beating very fast, and with it, the heat on his face was like a fever.

Zhang Tongtong looked at his stupid expression, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Rong Di glared at her in annoyance, and looked away in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to work, I'll be your reader next time." With that, she stood up, glanced at him with concern, and walked out.

Zhang Tongtong did not continue to attack, and sometimes retreating is also a means. Although she expressed that she couldn't do without him, the effect she wanted was that he couldn't do without her, so the sudden coldness was very important.

Treat love as a game of chess, you can't play too quickly, and playing steadily is the most important thing.

Rong Di couldn't help but look at her slender back, a few faint fragrances drifted secretly, and when her back finally left Rong Di's field of vision, he was actually a little stunned. Rong Di lost his mind, he actually forgot that this woman had cursed and killed many men.

After she had been gone for a while, Rong Di remembered that it was time for him to work, but he found that the computer was not in the hall, so he had to go to the bedroom to find it.

In Rongdi's bedroom, there is a writing desk, where the laptop is, pens, books, etc. on the table are neatly arranged, in addition to a small vase on top, and there is a flower in the bottle.

"Freesia." Rong Di said the type of flower, although Rong Di did not know much about the type of flower, only this kind of flower he knew. The reason is that this kind of words are also planted in the backyard of his hometown, and his deceased grandfather of Chinese medicine has a hobby of breeding this flower.

Freesia flower language Rong Di heard his grandfather say it when he was a child, but now he doesn't remember it. The computer was at hand, and he turned on the computer and immediately searched for the flower language of freesia.

"Freesia's flower language in love is looking forward to love, ideal love, happiness, and innocent waiting."

Rong Di's old face flushed, and he couldn't help but think of the woman's curvy figure.

"I'd better keep coding!" That being said, Rong Di thought about it for a long time and couldn't write a sentence that made sense.

Sure enough, uninspired is uninspired!

……

The words are divided into two ends.

Hongyi has been restless since he met Rong Di in the morning, either frowning willow eyebrows or biting his teeth. She couldn't tell what it was upsetting, but she just felt angry.

The landlord took a sip of tea from the teacup and smiled faintly: "My granddaughter has grown up."

Hongyi couldn't help but clench his fists and stare menacingly into the distance, as if he was confronting someone.

"In red, a woman's sixth sense is very accurate." The landlord smiled: "Are you jealous?"

"She might want to kill Mr. Rongdi!" Hongyi didn't seem to hear the word "jealous", but said the concerns in his heart.

"The comb is not with her......" The landlord put the teacup down, and although his expression was serious, he also smiled.

"But that doesn't mean she only has a comb!" Hongyi was still so unhappy, it was the first time she had spoken to her grandmother so loudly.

"I can feel that she's cut off from the filthy aura of that comb." The landlord said seriously.

"But......" Hongyi wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

"Are you jealous...... the landlord squinted, as fine as a fox.

Hongyiqian's face flushed, don't turn her face, noncommittal.

"The woman has used the comb so many times, and her luck is getting worse and worse, I wish she had a good ending......" said the landlord with a sad look.

"Humph! Grandmother! The red coat is ignoring you! "Hongyi only calls herself Hongyi when she is coquettish in front of her grandmother, but she is very upset this time because grandma doesn't seem to be on her side. The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, and her little hand unconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes.

Can anyone who is watching comment on it? Although I have always used love to generate electricity, I am also envious of seeing other authors interact with readers! Is it okay for someone watching to squeak?