Mu Yannian got up early this morning. In fact, after Tingyun left last night, he sat alone on the terrace and thought about his life for a long time, and he also had insomnia last night.
I didn't sleep well last night, but I was quite tired today, but he woke up very early.
And he did something particularly romantic early in the morning, which was what he thought about last night for a long time and immediately took action.
There were two small trucks parked in the yard of the villa where he lived. Ten staff carefully moved the rose seedlings from the truck, and the roots were wrapped in thick soil.
A car drove in slowly and stopped not far away.
The car door opened, and Huo's mother got out of the car. She was dressed elegantly and took steps towards Mu Yannian. The early winter wind blew on her face and she wrapped herself in a cloak.
The elegant temperament that emanates from her bones is always with her.
Mu Yannian directed behind the truck, "Slowly, don't break the roots, don't remove the soil, it doesn't matter if you take some time, but things must be done well."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to look at Huo Ma.
Then I helped move it myself, as if these rose seedlings were more important than customers.
Huo Ma didn't mind either, and came to him.
"Good morning." Mu Yannian took the time to turn his eyes and looked at her, "Thank you so hard today, you're getting up so early."
He held the rose seedlings in his hand, but his eyes fell back to the workers who transplanted the rose seedlings. "Be careful, don't get rid of the soil."
Huo Ma said, "It's okay, I'm used to getting up early anyway."
"Of course I have to thank you for your generosity. I have moved half of your yard. I hope these little guys can survive." Mu Yannian was looking forward.
As for Ma Huo, although she likes roses, she is the kind of person who gives roses and leaves the fragrance on her hands.
What's more, his best friend's ex-husband spoke?
"Compared with a good marriage that can be repaired, what is the rose in half of the yard?" The elegant middle-aged woman looked at everyone with a smile on her face.
She is also looking forward to the day when this place becomes a yard of roses.
Many of these seedlings have buds, and the soil wrapped at the roots is also very thick, so the survival rate is still very high.
After hearing her words, Mu Yannian sighed softly in his heart, "I hope she likes it."
In fact, in his opinion, the fact that his ex-wife Ling Mei was able to agree to live in his vacant Western-style building also proved that there was much less gap in her heart.
In order to make up for the regrets in his heart, he is willing to do something within his ability.
"The freshly planted roses need to be watered thoroughly. It has not snowed yet. In fact, the temperature is still appropriate. With so much soil at the roots, the survival rate will be very high." Huo Ma was not worried at all that her roses would die.
"Okay." Mu Yannian was full of gratitude to her, "Thank you, Mrs. Huo."
"As Meimei's best friend, of course I hope she can be happy." The woman turned her eyes to him, "My husband and I have talked about this topic, and he also thinks that your remarriage is the best choice. Meimei's temper is still the only one who is Meimei's temper.
Be tolerant.”
The middle-aged man put his hands behind him, looked up at the clouds in the sky, narrowing his eyes slightly, "I am tolerant because I care."
Mrs. Huo turned her eyes and looked at his white hair, as if she had seen the traces of time. She was missing the best years in her life... What kind of regret is that?