Chapter 19: The Rose Garden

Mu Zichen heard him call himself uncle, his eyebrows frowned, how old is he in the eyes of this little thing? However, facing Su Ye's frightened eyes, he was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to accuse him.

Forget it, let her be, it's just a title.

"Just passing by, by the way" Mu Zichen said casually, the driver in the driver's seat was surprised, big boss, you obviously pushed the meeting to pick up this young lady, okay, but he didn't dare to interject casually, he didn't understand the master's world. However, the master who has a serious cleanliness habit would actually allow the flowers to be carried into the car?

"Oh" Su Ye didn't care, after all, the two were not familiar with each other, it was just an agreement relationship, and the agreement clearly stated that they would not interfere with each other after marriage.

Mu Zichen seemed to be a little tired, his eyes were closed, and he no longer paid attention to Su Ye; Su Ye also kept her mouth shut, even though she was curious about where she was going.

Without saying a word all the way, the car drove around into a group of luxury villas and stopped in front of a villa.

The villas here are all detached, each with a high courtyard wall on the outside, and unlike other villas, the one in front of you is tightly arranged around the courtyard with a fence, like a soldier protecting the homeland, but it also adds a sense of elegance.

A wooden sign was hung on the pillar at the entrance ~ rose garden

Mu Zichen strode in front, looking at the familiar place in front of him, and his footsteps unconsciously paused at the door.

How long has it been since you came back? It seems that since the woman cruelly left, she has not set foot here.

Looking back and raising his eyebrows, he glanced at the little woman behind him, the pot of flowers was held by him on his chest, the green leaves were lush and directly against her chin, maybe the air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the other fair little face was dyed with a hint of crimson, and the eyes that were as clear as water blinked and flashed with dazzling light.

Mu Zichen looked at those simple and simple eyes, they were so familiar, so familiar that they made him mad, but they also annoyed him. Once, that woman was also so simple, but she played herself around.

Obviously he had already been injured once, but this time he couldn't control his heart, he looked down on himself like this.

Even he didn't know why he had placed her here, he had so many properties that he could give her a place to go.

Walking inside, Su Ye sighed in his heart that the life of a capitalist is really comfortable, only to see a huge fountain in the center of the courtyard, the water flows dancing with the music, and the stone carvings of the little angels around are very eye-catching.

What shocked her the most was the red roses that filled the yard, except for the normal walking path, every corner of the yard was planted with fiery roses, making people feel as if they were in a flower garden.

At this time, it is the season of roses in full bloom, and the scorching roses are swaying in the wind one after another, with different postures. Some bud like shy little girls; Some are blooming unbridledly, bewitching and charming.

A gust of wind blew, mixed with bursts of floral fragrance, Su Ye closed his eyes intoxicated and felt the taste of nature.

However, this scene fell in Mu Zichen's eyes, but it had a different flavor.

The little woman, dressed in a simple white dress, stood among the thousands of enchanting roses, although she was not powdered, but it was fresh and refined, as if the roses around her had lost their color.

"Su'er..."As if bewildered by the beauty in front of him, Mu Zichen couldn't help but mutter.

"Uncle, what's wrong? Look, the flowers here are so beautiful. ”

"Look, there are a few butterflies over there"

"Uncle, why do you grow so many roses? Do you love roses? ”

Su Ye put down the flower pot in her hand and chased after the butterflies that stayed on the petals, it was hard for her to imagine that the noble and indifferent man still liked to raise flowers?