Jiang Honglu's car was followed by several blue trucks.

The car stopped, and dozens of garden workers in overalls jumped out of the car and got busy in an orderly manner.

Originally, there were only two flower beds outside the gate of the presidential palace.

In the middle of the flower beds, a neat bluestone road leads around the jungle-shaded neighborhood to the road outside.

But at this moment, all the flowers and plants in the flower bed were pulled out and two emerald green pine trees were planted.

In the nursery inside the gate, her favorite peony was originally planted.

It is not the season for peonies to bloom yet, and the seedlings in the nursery are still a little immature.

But Jiang Honglu looked at him, and those precious flower seedlings were uprooted and thrown aside.

Then, countless new flowers were planted.

Red, yellow, pink, purple......

At a glance, it looks so bright and bright.

However, how vulgar is how vulgar it is.

Looking at the peony seedlings that were discarded aside, Yu Qingzhou's face turned white, "Honglu, what are you doing?" ”

"What time is it?"

Without answering the rhetorical question, hearing Yu Qingzhou say nine o'clock, Jiang Honglu beckoned to the housekeeper, "You keep an eye on them, be sure to clean them up within an hour." ”

"Yes, sir."

The butler seemed to have been instructed a long time ago, and hurriedly turned around to supervise the work.

Jiang Honglu turned around and ran upstairs.

The villa has five floors.

On the ground floor is a study and master bedroom.

The second floor is Jiang Shaoyan's bedroom, study, gym, etc.

The third floor is Jiang Yuexi's territory.

The fourth floor is a place for the audio-visual room and karaoke to relax.

And the rooms on the fifth floor are almost all vacant.

Except for the occasional maid who went up to the rooftop to water the flowers, few people set foot on it.

Seeing Jiang Honglu go straight to the fifth floor, Yu Qingzhou followed with a look of disbelief.

Pushing the door in, seeing the children's room that was not there before yesterday, Yu Qingzhou was stunned in front of the door with a strange expression.

When did the Presidential Palace have more children's rooms?

Is Jiang Shaoyan getting married?

Or is Jiang Yuexi going to have a baby?

Haven't you reached the legal age yet?

Even if you want to set up a children's room, it's too early, right?

Also, as the hostess of the presidential palace, why didn't she know about it?

Problems followed, and Yu Qingzhou had a kind of impulse to go crazy.

Raising his eyes again, seeing Jiang Honglu carefully looking at them one by one, moving the objects placed on the table and windowsill from time to time, Yu Qingzhou couldn't help but ask: "Honglu, is this ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Qingzhou saw the photo in Jiang Honglu's hand.

In a black-and-white photo, you can't even see the person on it clearly.

But just at a glance, Yu Qingzhou knew that in the photo, it must be Jiang Honglu and Meng Fuling.

is still Meng Fuling with a big belly.

Yu Qingzhou had seen that photo on the table in Jiang Honglu's study.

In the photo, the two are sitting in a gazebo.

Because of her pregnancy, Meng Fuling is no longer as beautiful as in the posters of the State Opera House.

The original melon seed face has become a round face, and the slender waist has disappeared, only a huge belly is unusually conspicuous.

Her face was filled with the happiness and joy of being a first-time mother, and Meng Fuling seemed to be saying something to the child in her belly with her head down.

On the side, Jiang Honglu looked at Meng Fuling with a smile on his face.

The photo is silent.

However, Yu Qingzhou saw endless love from that photo.

Jiang Honglu's love for Meng Fuling, as well as the love of the two for their children.

It's just that the moment I saw the photo, there was a trace of envy and jealousy in my eyes.

When I went to the study again, Yu Qingzhou appeared, and the photos that were originally placed in the window of Jiang Honglu's bookcase were put into the drawer.

Not only that one, Jiang Honglu put away all the photos.

Now, Jiang Honglu put the precious photos that she couldn't even touch in this children's room that was arranged overnight?

Looking around at the slightly antique furnishings in the children's room and looking at the solemn expression on Jiang Honglu's face, an impossible conjecture jumped out of Yu Qingzhou's heart.