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The language of roses

Zheng Yuanyang walked out of the mall and noticed a drizzle of rain falling in the sky. He subconsciously hid the packaged essential oils and aromatherapy lamps in his clothes and ran to his car.

When I returned to the villa, I saw Hu Xiaodie standing in the rain holding an umbrella, looking at the roses beside the door in a daze.

Zheng Yuanyang stepped forward, hid in her umbrella, and looked at the rose flowers, trying to see something from them, but flowers were just flowers, nothing special.

Hu Xiaodie knew that the person standing next to her to take shelter from the rain was Zheng Yuanyang. Without looking at him, she said calmly without looking at him: "Rose is a northern plant. Why is there one at your door? Although there are no roses, there are roses.

It is delicate and beautiful, not as indifferent as a rose, but has the tenacity to climb."

"I like it! When I went to Beijing on a business trip, I saw the fence in the middle of the main road covered with roses of various colors. They were very beautiful," Zheng Yuanyang said lightly.

Hu Xiaodie asked casually: "Then do you know what the flower language of roses is?"

Zheng Yuanyang frowned and replied: "Missing love."

"The person you miss is the one with a similar back to me, right?"

Zheng Yuanyang didn't want to mention Wang Qing in front of Hu Xiaodie, so he protected the essential oil and aromatherapy lamp with one hand, and then took the umbrella in Hu Xiaodie's hand: "Let's go inside, don't catch a cold."

Hu Xiaodie said nothing more and returned to the house with Zheng Yuanyang. Zheng Yuanyang was afraid that she would get caught in the rain, so he held an umbrella while his body was getting wet outside.

Hu Xiaodie saw this move. After entering the house, she gave him a rare smile and said, "Go back home quickly and change clothes. I can't afford it if you are sick."

Although it was somewhat joking, Zheng Yuanyang heard it with a touch of sweetness in his ears.

Returning to his bedroom, he carefully placed the essential oils and aromatherapy lamp on the table, found some white home clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hu Xiaodie stayed in the rain for a long time and her skirt got wet. When she returned to her house, she found some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

Because of the gauze that has been wrapped under her breasts, she has not taken a proper bath for more than ten days, and has always wiped her body with a towel. She thought that her body felt stuffy on rainy days, and she wanted to take a good wash and clean herself.

Slowly untied the gauze and looked at myself in the mirror. Perhaps due to the injury, my face was a little pale, and I looked even more haggard than when I was divorced. The skin covered by the gauze on a hot day had water-white wrinkles.

My skin is not as fair and supple as it used to be, and I feel distressed when I look at it.

Just when I wanted to turn on the shower to rinse myself, I found that my arms couldn't lift my body without the gauze restraints. I wanted to wrap the gauze back but couldn't, and I regretted my behavior just now.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she came to the door of the room and shouted: "Aunt Wang...Aunt Wang, are you there?" I called several times, but got no reply from Aunt Wang.

Zheng Yuanyang happened to go downstairs with essential oils and aromatherapy lamps. He seemed a little anxious when he heard her shout, so he walked downstairs quickly and came to her door.

Finding that the door was half ajar, Hu Xiaodie showed her head and poked out.

Zheng Yuanyang looked at Hu Xiaodie who stuck his head out and asked curiously: "What do you want from Aunt Wang? She just went out, probably to go shopping at a nearby market."

Hu Xiaodie looked at Zheng Yuanyang with some embarrassment. A trace of red appeared on her originally thin face, and she secretly said: "No...it's nothing. Let's talk about it when Aunt Wang comes back." After saying that, she turned around to close the door.

Zheng Yuanyang didn't know what was going on, and he was anxious to give her the essential oil and aromatherapy lamp. When he saw her closing the door, he rushed forward: "Don't close the door, I'll give this to you."

Zheng Yuanyang rushed forward in a hurry and bumped into the door. Hu Xiaodie hid behind the door and was slapped hard by the door. She fell to the ground and hurt the wound, making a sound of pain.
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