"Lily, sprouts, snowy orchids, and gladiolus, all of them need five pots." Chen Yi wandered in front of a row of flower stands and pointed, "There are also peonies and wind chimes."
"Okay." The guard followed him with a tablet, writing the memo carefully.
While writing, he didn't forget to look at him, and a big question mark was drawn in his heart. Prince Louis looked quite masculine, how could he like flowers?
He is tall and looks like he is not masturbating at all?
"There are no red bamboos, no tulips or chamomiles here." Chen Yi wandered around, frowned and was a little disappointed.
He turned around and said to them, "Or this is the case. Let's not shop here. Load these cars first, and then I will issue you a order and buy them all according to the above."
"Yes, prince."
On the way back, the guards had their own doubts.
Everyone was thinking, is there any problem with Prince Louis's orientation?
How could a big man like these tender flowers?
Sitting by the window, Sheng Yi was holding a tablet in his hand. He was recording what flowers he was missing. From time to time, he would write down a flower name.
In the eyes of the guards, Prince Louis seemed to be very knowledgeable about flowers, and no one even heard of the names of the flowers on the tablet.
"Okay, let's buy these first, please make sure to buy them all for me." As he said that, he handed out the tablet, "I'll put it in my palace and yard in the afternoon, and I will give you another one. The planning map, those who are not afraid of the wind and sun will be put outside."
"The prince likes flowers very much?" The guard couldn't help but ask, "These flowers have exceeded the purchase volume of our royal family throughout the year, and they are usually only liked by princesses."
"Everyone has a love of beauty." Chen Yi looked at him, his voice calm and gentle, "When I see the flowers bloom, I feel good naturally. I like the vitality, which symbolizes hope."
Such an explanation is understandable. Prince Louis is a person who loves life.
The extended Lincoln car drove towards the majestic palace-
Driving steadily on the bustling street, Chen Yi turned his eyes to look out the window, looking at the scenery slowly flashing in front of him.
The last time I took a bus to pass by this street, it seemed like it was from the last century.
Everything here is so familiar, but strange, as if in a dream, it shines into reality from the dream.
Are the friends in Jiangcheng okay?
Is Jing Yao okay?
Chen Yi couldn't help but remember the scene on the day of parting, and he didn't have time to explain to her, and he really missed her a little.
This relationship is destined to have a lot of experience, and it is only a good result.
At this time, he still noticed that a car was following him not far behind the car. If he was even surveillance in travel, he would definitely call him.
He cannot implicate Jing Yao, nor can he implicate the Mo family.
He didn't want to implicate anyone until he found out who the murderer was who hurt his father.
Today is sunny.
Mo Jingyao sat near the window of the cafe, with warm sun passing through the window. She wore a high ponytail, a white shirt and a blue long skirt, and looked quite elegant.
He kept typing on the keyboard with his hands and immersed in his own thoughts.
When she hit the last end, she checked the written manuscript with a glance.
Then open the website page, copy the written chapters, and click on the mouse to publish.
After four chapters were updated in a row, she ordered the last chapter to publish, and finally took a sip of coffee with ease.
At this time, a black extended Lincoln car drove past the street outside...