That night, Haitong had a restless sleep and kept dreaming. When she woke up the next day, she felt a little out of sorts.
As usual, she dried the clothes she washed in the washing machine last night on the balcony.
Only then did she realize that a long stainless steel crossbar had been installed on the balcony for her to dry her clothes. The large balcony was also filled with various potted flowers, many of which were in bloom.
Or with flower buds, no matter the size of the flower, the petals are all complicated.
Haitong's attention immediately fell on these potted flowers.
After she dried her clothes, she assembled the flower stand she bought yesterday morning and moved the potted flowers onto the flower stand.
After struggling for a while, she realized someone was staring at her. She raised her head sharply and met Zhan Yin's dark eyes. His eyes were sharp and cold.
After all, they had been married for a few days, and Haitong was already used to his cold demeanor.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhan."
Haitong said hello and then praised him: "Mr. Zhan, these flowers are very good, you are really good at doing things!"
He can complete everything assigned to him perfectly.
Zhan Yin said in a low voice: "If there is anything you can't solve in the future, just tell me."
The things she asked him to do were all small things to him.
"OK."
Haitong smiled and continued playing with the flowers.
"Which flower shop did you buy them from? These flowers are well grown."
Zhan Yin lied: "I went to many flower shops, but I don't remember the names of those flower shops." Chapter 29
That night, Haitong had a restless sleep and kept dreaming. When she woke up the next day, she felt a little out of sorts.
As usual, she dried the clothes she washed in the washing machine last night on the balcony.
Only then did she realize that a long stainless steel crossbar had been installed on the balcony for her to dry her clothes. The large balcony was also filled with various potted flowers, many of which were in bloom.
Or with flower buds, no matter the size of the flower, the petals are all complicated.
Haitong's attention immediately fell on these potted flowers.
After she dried her clothes, she assembled the flower stand she bought yesterday morning and moved the potted flowers onto the flower stand.
After struggling for a while, she realized someone was staring at her. She raised her head sharply and met Zhan Yin's dark eyes. His eyes were sharp and cold.
After all, they had been married for a few days, and Haitong was already used to his cold demeanor.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhan."
Haitong said hello and then praised him: "Mr. Zhan, these flowers are very good, you are really good at doing things!"
He can complete everything assigned to him perfectly.
Zhan Yin said in a low voice: "If there is anything you can't solve in the future, just tell me."
The things she asked him to do were all small things to him.
"OK."
Haitong smiled and continued playing with the flowers.
"Which flower shop did you buy them from? These flowers are well grown."
Zhan Yin lied: "I went to many flower shops, but I don't remember the names of those flower shops."
Haitong agreed and didn't ask any further, as long as what he did made her satisfied.
"What did you buy for breakfast today?"
After he asked this question, Haitong remembered the breakfast issue. She quickly took out her phone and checked the time. It was already past seven o'clock. She stood up and said sheepishly: "Mr. Zhan, I forgot to buy breakfast this morning.
Fortunately, it's not too late to buy it now. You go wash up first and I'll go downstairs to buy it. What do you want to eat?"
Zhan Yin said calmly: "I'm not picky about food, you can buy it as you see fit."
Even if he is picky about food, he can't be picky with her, otherwise he will be in trouble, because everything he likes to eat is too expensive.
"OK."
Haitong was very fast and quickly went downstairs, got on her electric bicycle and went out to buy breakfast, which she quickly brought back.
She bought two steamed dumplings, two fried dough sticks, and two cups of soy milk.
Zhan Yin looked at the breakfast she bought and couldn't eat it for a long time.
Haitong didn't notice this. She put her breakfast on the dining table, ate her portion in a few seconds, and then went back to the balcony to play with her flowers and plants.
After being silent for a long time, Zhan Yin reached out, picked up the fried dough stick, and took a tentative bite. The smell of oil was strong, but it was also quite fragrant, but he didn't know how long the oil for frying the dough stick had been used.
Is it hygienic?
Forget it, even if you eat one occasionally, it won't kill him.
At this moment, Zhan Yin regretted that he had concealed his identity as the eldest son of the Zhan family in Guancheng, and worked hard to create the image of an ordinary working class. It was really difficult!