The man who couldn't hold down the ninety-nine roses stayed in the living room at midnight that day watering the phalaenopsis.
After leaving the rhizomes, the flowers were a little limp and were hanging loose in the low vase. He could only find a narrow-mouthed vase of similar height to put them in. Now the bouquet could finally be put together.
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After watering, he stood in front of the collection shelf for a while, looking at the pink, blue and white flowers. He touched the petals with his fingertips and gently stroked them through the middle.
Phalaenopsis does indeed look like a butterfly, and also looks like the fluttering skirt I saw outside the bathroom that day.
This is a nice return gift.
When Yun Shu sent flowers, did she know the flower language?
She was so happy when he sent the liaison device? Was she squatting in the garden picking out the final Phalaenopsis? When handing the flowers to her aunt, was she smiling at him with tears and anticipation that day?
?
His fingertips slid along the petals of each flower, and finally stopped on the last flower. Gu Xingze gently scratched the edge of the petals, and the butterfly's wings closed for a moment.
He originally thought that the contact device would only be used when she needed help.
He doesn't agree with what Chang Jin said about "love at first sight", but his love is true. Now that the other party has given a little response, maybe this is a signal that he wants to contact him in advance?
She just doesn't know when she will be able to find the switch and turn on the communication network.
The moist and delicate Phalaenopsis was touched by the hot fingertips, and it drooped even more, but it was not as sluggish as before. The petals curled up slightly, more like... shivering.
Just like in the dream that night, Yun Shu shivered with tears in her eyes.
it's beautiful.
In the villa on Yuntai Road.
Yunshu spent the most relaxing night in more than a month.
There were no "eyes" in the bedroom, so she finally no longer had to toss and turn nervously.
Before this, she always felt that there would be many people around her staring at her as soon as she closed her eyes. That kind of nervousness, uneasiness, and the negative emotions of wanting to sit up and throw slippers to the bed to drive away "those eyes" made her
She couldn't sleep well at night, so she had to catch up on sleep during the day.
Today was different. She went downstairs in high spirits and met Aunt Qiu who came to make breakfast. She said hello with a smile and followed her to the kitchen, hesitating to make a request.
"Auntie, I want to eat soybean noodles, is that okay?"
This was the first time she made a request. Aunt Qiu said "ouch": "Of course! Honey, what kind of spicy food do you want to eat?"
This cry of obedience sounded natural and doting, but Yun Shu felt a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"Just mixed sauce, thank you auntie."
After saying that, she ran out of the kitchen.
In the past, at home, her mother would usually call her by her name, because it was just two words and it sounded like uncle, which was not good. Her father would occasionally call her Yunzai, saying that she was the baby of their Yun family.
Other than that, there is no other name.
The sound of "good boy" made her get goosebumps, as if an eighteen-year-old was pretending to be cute like an eight-year-old.
Do people in their city like to call people like this?
Yun Shu twisted her eyebrows and couldn't think anymore. She picked up the book "I am a Cat" and continued reading.
Zhou Jingmo came at noon.
As soon as he arrived, Yun Shu felt that the lights in the villa were dimming a bit.
"Why are you here at this time?" she asked.
Zhou Jingmo walked into the living room slowly, glanced at her frowning expression, and asked lightly: "Can't I come at this time?"
She frowned: "Don't you have to work?"
"Of course," he sat down and asked Aunt Qiu for a glass of water, "but I have many people working for me, so I don't need to worry about everything. What, you're not happy to have lunch with you?"
Yun Shu pursed her lips: "Does anyone stipulate that I must be grateful when others accompany me to dinner?"
"...You don't want me to come over?" Zhou Jingmo narrowed his eyes and asked slowly.
Once he speaks in a deep voice and slows down, it gives people a sense of threat, as if he is saying, "You should think about what to say next."
She thought about it in silence for a moment to save her face, and then said expressionlessly: "Of course not, I'm very happy, and I'm honored that you can come."
"..." That's not what your expression said.
When lunch was served, she adhered to the principle of not talking while eating and ate hard without even giving the person opposite her the slightest glance.
She actually kind of hates it when someone sits across from her and stares at her all the time, which makes her indigestible.
Zhou Jingmo also likes to eat without talking, but this kind of deliberately silent dinner table culture is a bit boring, especially compared with the previous two dining experiences, he lost his appetite without picking up the dishes twice.
But the person opposite him was not prepared to raise his head and look at him, so he couldn't find the right opportunity to speak.
After a while, Yun Shu started to eat her second bowl of rice. The pervert-like direct gaze from the opposite party finally moved away. Then Zhou Jingmo said, "Lu Mingzhu will call you tonight."
Yun Shu raised her head and said, "Really? If you lie to people, you will lose money while walking."
"..." He paused his chopsticks in mid-air, then took them back, stared at her and said, "Don't you want to answer the phone?"
"Stingy, I won't tell you. What time is it tonight? The tablet you gave me is out of power, and you didn't give me anything to charge it."
She was picking up vegetables as she spoke, and she spoke as casually as if she were asking for help from family members.
As if this place is a home, they should eat and talk like family members who live together as equals. Zhou Jingmo opened his mouth and said: "The assistant said that if you play with your tablet every day, the screen will hurt your eyes."
It sounds like a mother.
Yun Shu took the time to glance at him: "I'm here alone, and the only thing I can play with is this. What else can I watch if I don't look at the tablet?"
Zhou Jingmo was silent for a moment.
"What else do you want? Someone will deliver the monkey toys in the evening."
She was still not allowed to go out, so she could only make some pretense to make up for it in a place like this.
She was prepared and said casually: "I'll tell you when I think about it."
Looking out of the corner of her eye, she saw his elegant posture while eating food without touching his lips. She pushed the ginger rabbit in the middle of the plate a little further.
"This dish is delicious, Aunt Qiu's specialty."
It is said that Aunt Qiu has taken a training class and has dozens of specialty dishes. But to lie, you have to say half and hide half.
Zhou Jingmo tasted it proudly. The spiciness of the ginger had completely penetrated into the rabbit meat. The spicy and stinging feeling burned from his mouth to his throat, making him cough immediately.
The dignified and serious man coughed until his face and neck turned red. It was a very beautiful sight, especially with oil on his lips.
Yun Shu handed over a glass of water.
"Is it so spicy? I ate a lot and didn't even feel it."
Watching him drink water, he added: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you couldn't eat spicy food. I won't recommend it to you next time."
This pitiful tone made people feel soft. Zhou Jingmo wanted to recommend it next time, but the spicy taste in his throat was so uncomfortable that he couldn't hold it down even with a glass of water.
Finally he coughed until sweat broke out on his forehead.
I wanted to blame her, but she had indeed eaten a lot of rabbit meat, so she probably didn't know that he couldn't handle the spiciness.
Seeing no reason to blame her, Zhou Jingmo simply put down his chopsticks and looked at her eating with a heavy gaze.