Unexpectedly, before the two children came back, they waited for the uninvited guest that the maid had told me about.
Xiao Lingyue originally wanted to take advantage of Han Han and Beibei before they came back to go to the front hall to check it out, but before leaving the door, they just happened to run into it.
What luck is this?
Xiao Lingyue sighed helplessly, but there was no clue on her face.
Han Han happily held the flowers he had just picked in his hand and held them in front of her like a treasure: "Give it to my mother, I picked them all by myself. Will my mother look good?"
"Yeah, it's so pretty."
Xiao Lingyue smiled and touched his head, "Have you picked it for a long time? It's sweaty on her head."
"Hehe, it's not long, it's enough for my mother to like it!" Han Han said and was about to hand the flower to her.
"The flowers you choose are very vulgar, and you're so embarrassed to say, don't stand in front of your mother." Beibei also squeezed over and handed the flowers in his hand, "Mom, give it to me."
Han Han said unconvincedly: "Where is the vulgarity? My mother said it was very beautiful."
"That was my mother coaxing you!" Beibei stared at him, "You picked all the big red flowers. Do you think they look good?"
"Why isn't it good-looking? Isn't the flowers just red?" Han Han said loudly.
It was obvious that the two children were about to argue.
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
She glanced at the two bouquets of flowers in her hand with a subtle expression.
All are freshly picked.
The flowers are somewhat like peonies, with large and complex flower plates and graceful petals. At first glance, they are flowers specially cultivated for noble people to watch.
But it is obvious that the two young guys cannot appreciate it, and they can only see the different colors of the flowers in their eyes.
On the left hand are seven or eight flowers picked by Hanhan.
All of them are bright and colorful, setting off the golden stamens, making them extremely rich.
On the right hand are seven or eight flowers picked from Beibei.
There are various colors of pink, pure white, light purple, and clear and elegant, which is in sharp contrast with the large red flowers picked by cold and cold.
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
Is the aesthetic difference between the two children so big?
When they saw them wearing horse riding suits before, Han Han liked the golden and gorgeous styles, while Beibei was just the opposite, and obviously preferred the light colors.
Looking at these two bouquets of flowers, the contrast becomes even stronger.
"Mom, come and judge, who can pick it better, me or Beibei?"
After a few arguments, Han Han bulged his cheeks and asked his mother to judge him with his waist.
Beibei snorted coldly and looked over.
Xiao Lingyue, who was looked at by two pairs of black eyes, felt the feeling of a sandwich biscuit for a moment.
“…”
She held two bouquets of flowers and couldn't help but remain silent for a moment.
Then she smiled, bent down and kissed the two children on the faces, and said with a smile: "As long as you pick it, my mother will think it looks good, and each one has its own good looks."
Han Han suddenly turned red in her cheeks, shy and happy: "Mom~"
Beibei muttered in a low voice: "Mom is so cunning..."
If you say so, it is obvious that no one chooses, just to make them happy.
When the mother and son are having fun.
The maid on the side was sweating anxiously and couldn't help but remind him: "Minister, it's time for us to leave. The nanny in the palace is still waiting in the front hall!"
When I said it in one sentence, the atmosphere came to an abrupt end. This chapter has been completed!