The two sides were confronting each other, and the situation was tense.
"Mr. Shen, I don't know whether I should say it's a coincidence or I should say it's unlucky." Lin Su was smiling and didn't use his words at all.
"Tang Qiao'er, are you inside?" Shen asked in a deep voice, surprised by her sharp eyebrows.
When Jin Enrou heard this name, her scalp felt numb and her heart suddenly tightened.
"What? Isn't it possible?"
Lin Su sneered, and his words were thorny, "Mr. Shen didn't take over the contract here again."
"Hiss... It's nothing to do with Mr. Shen. We're just asking! You've taken the medicine and say something!" Han Xian couldn't bear the retort.
"Nothing? Hehe, you're embarrassed to say this, but I'm embarrassed to hear it." Lin Su's eyebrows were thickened and his eyes were pressed, and his words were full of contempt.
"you!"
"Okay, A-Xian."
Shen Jingjue screamed, and then asked with a cold look in his eyes, "Tang Qiao'er, what are you doing here?"
Lin Su coldly glanced at the lovable Jin Enrou and raised his eyebrows teasingly, "What is Mr. Shen here for? That's what our eldest lady is here for."
Shen was surprised to find his eyebrows darkening again and again.
Sure enough, Tang Qiaoer also became interested in the rose field, but this time, he would never let her succeed again!
…
At this moment, Tang Qiaoer had picked up her skirt and stepped into the rose bush. Under the bright sunshine, she was as lively as a flower goddess.
She squatted in the muddy flower bed without any pretense, kneading the soil with her delicate hands, carefully observing the stems and petals of the roses, taking photos and taking detailed notes on her mobile phone.
The other girls came to enjoy the scenery and take photos.
The eldest lady seems to be here to dig for treasure and gold.
Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman would run counter to her romantic feelings and have "pragmatism" and "business thinking" written all over her face. She only wants to pursue a career and make money.
Ambitious women are very cute.
Xie Jinhuan stood with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for her outside.
He slightly bent his eyes, his doting smile could not be concealed between his handsome brows, and murmured to himself: "Qiao Qiao, you are still the same as when you were a child. It's great."
At this time, the secretary called, disturbing his thoughts.
Xie Jinhuan's eyebrows suddenly froze and he answered: "What?"
"Mr. Xie, Shen Jingjue is here."
The secretary lowered his voice and said, "People from the Shen family have contacted me before and wanted to discuss the Rose Manor cooperation project. But as you said, I did not give them a clear answer.
I didn’t expect them to move so quickly, and they actually came here today with people to inspect the project. It seems they are determined to cooperate with us.”
Xie Jinhuan looked straight at the busy Tang Qiao'er and asked in a deep voice: "Besides Shen's people, who else is here?"
"There is also Shen Jingjue's legendary fiancée. Even on such an occasion, he would bring that woman over, which shows that the relationship between the two is really inseparable." The secretary's words were full of irony.
Tang Qiaoer, who is with Rose, doesn't know all this yet.
Qiaoqiao, is this the man you once loved?
Is this the man you would rather change your name and marry, but still stay with him for three full years?
Qiaoqiao, you are really stupid.
Xie Jinhuan's heart was filled with secret fire, and his cold lips twitched: "Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"
"Ready, Mr. Xie!" the secretary responded hurriedly.
"Bring it here, and send someone to lead Shen's people this way." Xie Jinhuan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, with an imperceptible sneer flashing in his eyes.
Tang Qiaoer squatted for too long and her waist was a little sore, so she slowly stood up from the flowers, panting and raising her hands to wipe the sweat.
She is such a person. When she encounters something she likes, she will do it with extra concentration, completely immersed in it, forgetting space and time.
At this moment, Tang Qiaoer suddenly remembered that Xie Jinhuan was still waiting there.
She hurriedly turned around and saw that he was still standing there patiently, with a straw flower basket in his hand filled with magnificent and restrained pink flowers.
It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but think of Szymborska's words: "Only roses can bloom like roses."
"Miss Tang." Xie Jinhuan called him and approached her holding a flower basket in his hand.
"Hey, don't come in! Be careful of soiling your clothes!" Tang Qiao'er saw that he was dressed too cleanly and hurriedly stopped him.
However, the man didn't care at all and still walked straight through the thorns and flowers, only wanting to walk to her side.
Tang Qiaoer pursed her petal-like red lips, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Miss Tang, this is for you." Xie Jinhuan's deep eyes were filled with the soft light of the sunset, and he brought the flower basket to her.
"Fourth Young Master, thank you for your kindness. But this flower... I can't accept it." Tang Qiaoer declined with a faint smile.
Although it was just a flower basket, it was still a rose with an ambiguous meaning, so it was inappropriate for her to accept it.
Xie Jinhuan guessed that she would refuse, so he changed his words and said with a smile: "Flowers match beauty, this is only one aspect. More importantly, I saw Miss Tang that you are very interested in the roses I planted, so I wanted to send them to you
Give me a basket and let you go back and study it carefully.
There is also soil down here, you can take it back with you and transplant it into your own yard. If you take good care of it, it will bloom continuously."
In this way, Tang Qiaoer no longer had any reason to refuse. She hesitated and reached out to take the flower basket, "Well, thank you Fourth Young Master for the gift."
Xie Jinhuan suddenly frowned and leaned towards her with his hands behind his hands.
A face as handsome as jade gradually enlarged between Tang Qiaoer's astonished crystal pupils. She took a breath and her long eyelashes flickered.
"Fourth Young Master, what's wrong? Is there... something on my face?"
"Yeah." Xie Jinhuan nodded seriously.
"Where?" Tang Qiao'er was confused. She raised her hand to wipe her face, and another streak of mud hit her cheek.
This time, he completely became a "Tang Maoer".
Xie Jinhuan's eyes were full of doting. He took out a pure white silk handkerchief from his arms and wiped the dirt on her cheeks and forehead in a natural manner.
He moved so fast that Tang Qiaoer only came back to her senses at this moment and said in a panic: "I can do it myself."
"It's okay, it's been wiped clean." Xie Jinhuan stared at her deeply and retracted his hand neatly.
He was always like this, always when she felt that their interaction was too intimate, he would stop it just right.
Inexplicably, a sexy word came to Tang Qiaoer's mind - indulge in lust.
However, she quickly gave up this idea. Perhaps Xie Jinhuan was so considerate to her because of his gentle temperament, and partly because of his childhood friendship.
At this time, a series of footsteps approached them.
Tang Qiaoer suddenly raised her eyes and was startled.
A few steps away.
Shen Jingjue's mountain-like figure stood stiffly in front of them, neither excited nor angry, only a pair of stunningly beautiful peach blossom eyes faintly glowing red.
The sea is also so calm when a tsunami is brewing.
Shen Jingjue had a panoramic view of all the interactions between Tang Qiaoer and this man just now. His fists were tightly clenched under the delicate cuffs, and the veins on his forehead were jumping!
He watched her take the rose from Xie Jinhuan, watched her smile at him like a flower, watched him gently wipe the dirt on her cheek...
There is a tacit understanding and intimacy, like a pair of beautiful people who play the piano and the harp in harmony.
Shen Jing felt his back tense up, his teeth clenched, and a throbbing pain like the roar of an airplane flashed through his mind.
It turns out that Tang Qiaoer came here not for the Hu-cutting project, but to enjoy the flowers with her new love.
But he was willing that she was here to fight, rob, and torture him, and he was willing to give everything up to her.
Nor did she want to see that she turned around and gave everything that once belonged to him to this man without reservation...