Seeing that it is gradually about to break away from spring, it has lasted for a week and a half, and the entire Beijing city is trapped in the hot air of 289 degrees.

Dry, muggy, and emotionally irritating.

Lao Chen carried the last pot of bulky green plants to the cart, two beads of sweat rolled down on his forehead, and were wiped off by his raised hand before they were about to flow into his eyes, he put down the towel, stood in place to ease his breath a little, turned his head sideways, and looked at the other side of the car:

Lacquered eyebrows, white T, long legs, and smooth hooks frame the young man's long figure.

At the same temperature, the workload is comparable, but he can cope with it freely, and his breathing is still so steady.

Really.

It's better to be young.

Lao Chen sighed in his heart.

"Little inkstone."

Lao Chen looked at it for a while, smiled apologetically on his face, and said:

"It's really bothering you, your Uncle Yan's waist sprained suddenly, and he temporarily called you to do coolies."

The person whose name was called looked up.

The slightly sharp, thin eyelids at the tail of the eyes were lifted, revealing a pair of extremely dark pupils in the daylight.

Lao Chen was stunned.

No matter how many times he looked at each other, he would still be frozen by these lifeless eyes, even though the owner of the eyes was a child who was nearly two wheels younger than him.

"It's fine."

The hoarse voice unique to the young man at this stage, even the voice is as silent as a wasteland.

He replied to Lao Chen briefly.

Lao Chen's full name is Chen Jin, and the "Uncle Yan" he mentioned in his mouth is called Yan Chengye, who is his partner, and the two run a decent flower store together in the flower and bird market.

A year and a half ago.

A big business came to the door, the other party is a large family, not to mention the price, and also for long-term cooperation, and the most important thing is to provide green plants and flowers for the entire garden of the villa, not to take care of it regularly, but to directly replace it on a regular basis.

This is probably the probability of scratching the lottery jackpot to meet the God of Wealth customers, I don't know how many peers are envied by the eyes.

Chen Jin and Yan Chengye attach great importance to this customer, and for more than ten months in a row, they have always done it themselves, rain or shine.

But just yesterday, Yan Chengye accidentally sprained his waist at home, and the pain was unbearable, and the doctor warned him not to touch heavy work again in a short period of time, and to recuperate well, otherwise it will only get worse.

This is a well-known wealthy area, full of detached private villas, plus the property security booth, a total of two access controls, Chen Jin registered his identity information and explanation of origin before the last gatekeeper, and was released after verification.

Many times he had been here, Chen Jin was familiar with pushing the cart in the direction of the garden, and as he walked, he craned his neck and looked at the silent young man beside him.

At first, I wanted to find a more stable brother in the store to replace Yan Chengye, but finally found Shi Yan.

Because he understood the child's quick and reliable temperament despite his few words, Lao Chen was very relieved, but when he remembered something, he still opened his mouth and reminded:

"Little inkstone."

"That's right."

"Actually, this place has been empty before, but recently, the owner of the house has come to live in, and I heard from the housekeeper of the villa that the owner of this house likes to be quiet, hates noise, and hates strangers."

The implication of Lao Chen's words is that after a while, they just do what they do at hand, and do not look at or run around. Of course, these words are not because Lao Chen doesn't believe Shi Yan, but simply because he attaches too much importance to this big customer and is nervous, lest he will be a little unhappy.

Facts have proved that Lao Chen's reassurance is completely correct, until the last trip to the green plants is moved, the young man has always only done what he has done.

"You're right, yes."

Chen Jin handed the receipt to the villa housekeeper, and after the other party checked the quantity and signed and received the receipt, he said to the housekeeper courteously:

"I see that the east wall of your garden is bare, this time we came here to bring some self-cultivated rose seeds, not rare, they are pink, if you like it, next time I will arrange it on the wall for you."

He added in time: "Of course, these are available for free. ”

Looking at the roses that were temporarily transplanted into potted plants, several of them were pink and red, full and bright, and the housekeeper showed a satisfied look: "It is indeed beautiful." ”

"However, I still need to ask my master, and I will answer you before dinner."

The plan to get closer to major customers was successfully one-third, and Chen Jin was flattered and responded three times in a row.

The butler waved his hand and immediately ordered someone to come and tidy up the greenery, and in a short time seven or eight maids dressed in uniform appeared in the garden and began to divide their work.

Chen Jin didn't leave immediately, and enthusiastically stayed to help.

A young maid started with light work, ready to move the pot of roses first, her hand just stretched out, and when she looked up, the whole person stayed in place, her face was directly red, and her eyes were full of amazement.

The boy in front of him was born with an excellent skin.

Tall, thin, white-skinned.

The temperament is as cold as a beautiful and hard ice sculpture.

makes people look away, but they also know that if they dare to try to reach out and touch it, it must be the result of being cold all over the body.

Is it that he has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, or that no sight from the outside world can arouse the slightest ripple of the dead silent pool.

- Apparently the latter.

He lowered his eyelids, indifferent, and did not urge.

"Sorry, sorry..."

It was the little maid herself who came to her senses first, and took the pot of roses from his hand with a hot cheek.

Until the deserted figure left, her heart was still beating like a drum.

The slightly older sisters around her verbally teased her, and then sighed that the boy was indeed very good-looking.

Several people couldn't help but laugh, causing the housekeeper to frown, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand, when he caught a glimpse of something, he was silenced, and then his body bent down nearly ninety degrees, and his voice was extremely respectful:

"Miss."

All the maids instantly froze and lowered their heads in unison.

There was a faint sound of footsteps approaching.

In their eyes, a pair of jade bare feet stepped on the grass, and above the ankles of Lingding were swaying moonlight white skirts.

Further up, she wore her long hair, her thin back hidden, and her black hair was a delicate, palm-sized face.

She was as lazy as a beautiful and harmless aristocratic cat, but the servants were as silent as if they had encountered some terrible flood beast, and they did not dare to come out.

They have just been working here for less than half a week, but they have heard a lot of rumors:

The eldest lady has always been uncertain, perverse, most like to play tricks on people, she raised a fierce wolf, when unhappy love to let the wolf out, the first few groups of servants who left were either bitten by wolves, or frightened by wolves to delirium.

The young maid was excited, and her bare feet stopped in front of her, and the little maid suddenly felt that the sky was about to collapse, and her knees were weak and she was about to subconsciously beg for mercy, and then she felt a weight in her hands.

She looked up in a daze, looking at the potted plant in her hand, which had become a little bare from the plucking of the roses.

The other end.

The girl's fingers twisted the rose branch and slowly disappeared into the foyer. (End of chapter)