Shi Jingchen squinted slightly, this villa is obviously his, and this flower has been planted before grandma came.

This should be considered his.

However, he can't go toe-to-toe with his grandmother and say that this flower is his own, right?

He thought for a while and persuaded his grandmother: "Sister An, look at these flowers, they are all going to wither, and if you don't pick them now, you will all wither." ”

Grandma Shi seemed to be moved, blinked her eyes, looked at those beautiful flowers, and was a little reluctant, hesitated for a moment, and said: "If you want to wither, wither, you don't want to pick my flowers!" ”

Shi Jingchen sighed, looked regretful, raised his hand and patted his grandmother's shoulder, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

As he spoke, he was about to walk out.

Grandma Shi listened to his words, felt uncomfortable, and quickly grabbed him, "Hong'er, what do you mean?" What a pity? ”

Shi Jingchen's eyes flashed with a touch of pride, and then he regained his indifference, and then said: "The flowers are indeed going to wither, and at most they will be scattered into mud and dust......

"But, they actually have other functions, and that is to do favors."

Grandma Shi frowned slightly, "How to do favors?" ”

Shi Jingchen nodded thoughtfully, "It's a waste to spend it, why don't you pick it up and give it away?" Doesn't your daughter-in-law love flowers? Let someone take it off, and you personally send it over, your little cloud must be very happy. ”

He followed the temptation until he saw his grandmother's eyes suddenly brighten, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Yes, why didn't I think of this?" You're right, quick, go get the scissors and I'll cut them myself. ”

The servant hurriedly went to the utility room to get scissors, and then walked back quickly.

"This, this, and this ......" Shi Jingchen put his hands behind his back, lit the flowers, and asked his grandmother to cut them.

The flowers he chose were not actually about to wither, but the best and most beautiful to bloom.

The maid took the flowers cut by the grandmother and put them in vases one by one, and the flowers not only looked beautiful, but also had a faint fragrance.

After everything was done, Grandma Shi hugged the vase with satisfaction and walked out excitedly, "I'll take the flowers to Xiaoyun, she must be happy!" ”

Shi Jingchen stood motionless, his eyes moving with Grandma Shi to the door of the sun room.

The flowers planted in his villa, no matter what, must be better than the flowers that Han Bin bought casually!

Besides, it's too vulgar to send roses now.

The flowers he had just asked his grandmother to cut were not only of high quality, but violets and jasmine were also more elegant and noble than roses......

He nodded with satisfaction, and his eyebrows and eyes unconsciously filled with a smile when he thought that the few bouquets on the vase would stay in Song Xi'er's room tonight.

After standing in the sun room for a while, he walked towards Song Xi'er's room with a relaxed pace, but unexpectedly bumped into Shi Banxia.

She was about to enter Song Xi'er's room with a pillow in her arms, when Shi Jingchen stopped her, "Sister? ”

When Shi Banxia heard that it was Shi Jingchen, she glanced at him with disgust, "Do you still know that I am your sister?" ”

She was haunted by the fact that Shi Jingchen ignored herself and didn't hold an umbrella for herself on the last rainy day.

Shi Jingchen's expression was indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to the ridicule in her tone, but looked directly at the pillow in her arms, and there was a hint of vigilance hidden in his tone, "What are you doing here?" ”

Shi Banxia sighed and shook the pillow in his hand, "I want Xiao Xixi to sleep with me tonight, I just received a text message saying that there will be a thunderstorm." ”

As she spoke, she was about to go inside, but she was directly grabbed by Shi Jingchen behind her.