Chi Huan pursed his lips and said nothing.
"I think Miss Chi is still very young, less than twenty-two years old... There is no need to rush to get married. It's better to wait a few more years... "
Chi Huan lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Could it be that if he doesn't agree, we won't be able to get married?"
Although she is not in a hurry to get married, there is a difference between not being in a hurry to get married and not being able to get married.
For example, when you are in love with a man, but it has not progressed to the stage of marriage, it is a completely different concept to tell that man that you do not want to marry.
Wen Yi clasped the goblet with her fingers and smiled softly, "You can wait..."
Chi Huan still didn't understand what to wait for.
The man beside him sneered lowly, "Wait for him to die?"
… …
On the way back to the car, Chi Huan stared at the street lights outside the car window in trance.
The snowflakes fell in the dim light, as beautiful as a scene in a movie.
She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes while smelling his trusting scent.
I murmured in my heart, I really hope we can be together like this forever.
Chi Huan was immersed in this somewhat sad sweetness when the car suddenly stopped.
Destroy the scenery.
She opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar streets outside. It was obvious that she hadn't arrived home yet. She sat up straight, looked at the man who was lowering his head to unbuckle his seat belt, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
Mo Shiqian glanced at her and said calmly, "Buy something and wait for me in the car."
"I'll go with you."
A slight smile appeared on the man's lips, and his eyes were warm and loving, "It's cold outside, so sit tight in the car."
Chi Huan looked at him and said, "Hurry up."
"Um."
He opened the door and got out of the car. Chi Huan looked at his figure, slender and tall, and felt an infinite sense of security at a glance. Snowflakes occasionally fell on his shoulders.
Chi Huan sat in the car, bored and guessing what he wanted to buy when he stopped...
Because she rarely sees him buying anything in person, there are people who are responsible for the clothes, daily necessities or other things at home. Sometimes she goes shopping and makes up for what she needs.
Until... He came back with two flowers.
Bright red roses, streets covered with snow, handsome and lonely men.
Different, yet strangely harmonious.
On a snowy day in late winter, it looks like a scene from a movie.
Mo Shiqian returned to the car and handed the flowers to her, "Take it, go back and put it on."
Chi Huan, "..."
She took the flowers, the expression on her face was hard to describe.
Mo Shiqian was a master at observing words and expressions. Seeing that there was no "joy" on her face, he frowned and asked, "Don't you like it?"
Didn't she think it was a pity that the flower had withered
If you don't like it, just die.
Chi Huan lowered his head and smelled it, and said with a smile, "No, I just think it's rare that you can express the act of sending flowers in various simple ways."
Last time I took it out of the dish.
This time... it's also very simple, very casual, very life-like, and very down-to-earth.
Mo Shiqian, “…”
He glanced at her, started the engine, and then said calmly, "Didn't you mourn the spring and autumn early in the morning and your flowers died?"
Chi Huan pouted. How could she be sad about spring and autumn? Straight men really don't understand the thoughts of women in love at all.
She stretched out her hand and fiddled with it casually, "But it will also die. Don't I have to be sad again?"
"Well, the flowers will die."
She paused suddenly and turned her head to look at her, "Mo Shiqian."
"Um."
"Did you know that there is a flower on the market called the eternal flower?"
She originally thought he didn't know, but the next second she heard two faint words from him, "I know."
Chi Huan, "..."
The tip of her nose touched the petals, and she said somewhat dullly, "Then why don't you give that to me?"
"You like that?"
"I heard that you can only give it to one person in your life."
She used to be indifferent to these things, but when it comes to Mo Shiqian, she has inexplicable expectations.
The man driving the car looked sideways at her and said calmly, "Do you believe this? I can buy it as many times as I want to give it to."
Chi Huan, "..."
Take a deep breath and calm down.
Well, calm down and don't get angry with the straight guy. He just doesn't understand the taste. Don't get angry.
Men who are more pragmatic just don’t understand romance.
That's it, as long as he treats her well in every detail of his life.
She thought so, but she still tilted her head to the window angrily.
She had already mentioned it, so even if she thought so, what if she gave her a box as she wished
Low EQ, irritating.
Perhaps sensing her irritation, the man took the initiative and said, "Is the eternal flower really immortal?"
"No, but it can last a long time."
"Generally, immortality takes three years. If it lasts five years, you will still die."
“…”
Chi Huan didn't want to talk to him anymore.
A man's calm and methodical voice sounded in the car again, "There is no flower in this world that will never die, but as long as I live, I can always have roses in full bloom in your living room."
She was so caught off guard that her heart skipped a beat.
Then there was a bang, bang, like a drum.
She pursed her lips, and the displeasure she felt just now disappeared, and her heart was bubbling with sweetness.
She raised her hand to touch the petals again, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously, "Then you have to remember, you have to replace the flowers when they wither." Mo Shiqian listened to her brisk voice and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I like it so much, I won't get tired of it. ?”
The woman held the flowers, turned her head and looked at his side face, and said with a smile, "As long as I like you for a day, I will never get tired of you."
She leaned over and kissed him on the face, her eyes shining brightly.
Mo Shiqian held the steering wheel with one hand and stretched out the other hand to touch her head. There was a smile on his thin lips, "Little girl."
… …
Gust stopped at the parking lot of No. 10 Residence, and the man opened the car door for her like a gentleman as usual.
As soon as one foot landed on the ground, she saw the mother and daughter walking towards them behind Mo Shiqian.
Chi Huan's pretty face immediately turned cold.
Mo Shiqian looked at her face and followed her gaze at the two people behind her.
Mrs. Larry and Beth.
Mrs. Larry looked at the girl protected under the wings of the tall man with complicated eyes. She was holding two blooming roses in her hands, her eyes were as bright as stars, and her face was like a peach blossom.
"Huanhuan."
Chi Huan's eyes passed over them, and he put one hand on the man's arm, "Let's go."
Mo Shiqian said nothing, only hummed.
Mrs. Larry took a few steps forward and stood in front of them. Her makeup and hair were still meticulous, but her expression was helpless and gloomy. She said in an almost pleading tone, "Can I just say a few words for a few minutes?"
"I didn't even listen to a single word of your words," Chi Huan looked at her indifferently, "Besides, I remember I said it very clearly last time, don't call me Huanhuan, madam, you are a top student at Harvard, so Are simple things so difficult to remember?"