Hua Sheng's face gradually turned pale, and finally his lips trembled a little, "You are a devil, you belong to me."
Ginkgo listened in a daze, and looked at the young lady wonderingly.
"Miss, what? What are you talking to yourself?"
Hua Sheng looked at Ginkgo with complicated eyes, "The flower language of the black rose is... you are a devil, you belong to me."
"Ah? Some people say you are a devil?" Ginkgo didn't understand much, and Hua Sheng didn't explain too much.
Hua Sheng didn't talk to Gingko. After getting off the car, Hua Sheng stood at the door for a long time.
In the end, those black roses were thrown into the trash can.
But Ginkgo saw it, and the young lady became in a bad mood, and went into the room after she came back, without saying a word.
In the evening, when Jiang Liu came back, Ginkgo specifically told my uncle.
"Uncle, Uncle, our lady is not in a good mood today."
"what happened?"
As soon as Jiang Liu heard that his wife was in a bad mood, it was okay, so he immediately put down his briefcase and asked directly.
Ginkgo told the ins and outs of the matter, but in fact it was nothing, that is, the matter of the black rose.
Jiang Liu deliberately took out his mobile phone to check, but what he found was different from Hua Sheng's.
The language of the black rose is - you are my only and most cherished love forever.
But even so, Jiang Liu was depressed enough.
Is this an opponent coming to challenge
What does it mean to send black roses to her family, Ah Sheng
Jiang Liu then closed the phone and went upstairs.
Hua Sheng was still lying down at this time, but did not sleep because his eyes were open.
"Ah Sheng." He opened the door and went in.
Hua Sheng got up slowly, and leaned on the bed behind him, he really seemed not energetic.
She was wearing a dress of smooth satin, an apricot color, very light, and it was already white, so she looked fragile.
Jiang Liu was very distressed and immediately hugged her.
"A Sheng."
"Why, Mr. Jiang, why are you acting coquettish." Hua Sheng smiled.
"A Sheng, who sent the flowers?"
"Ha, that fast-talking Ginkgo, did you tell me everything?"
Jiang Liu continued acting coquettishly, "Well, I am very angry, and dare to send flowers to my wife, I am looking for death."
"To be honest, I don't know who it is, but I always feel that... black roses are not very auspicious."
It's true, Hua Sheng really doesn't know who it is
Xie Dongyang, definitely not.
Ling Xiao, it’s hard to say, after all, there is no evidence, but I feel that Ling Xiao’s rank and IQ are not like someone who can buy black roses.
As for the others... Hua Sheng was even less sure.
So I didn't talk to Jiang Liu too much, and Jiang Liu was not a pushover, so naturally he wouldn't ask too much.
The couple went downstairs to have dinner and then went to the study.
Hua Sheng played the piano, Jiang Liu drank tea, and often played with this kind of profound artistic conception.
It was only at eight o'clock in the evening that Hua Sheng suddenly received a call from Yu Ping.
"Xiao Sheng, have you read the news?" Yu Ping's voice was very flustered.
"No, what news." Hua Sheng still had armor on his hands.
"Look at our store..."
Yu Ping didn't know what to say, so she could only let Hua Sheng read the news by herself.
Hua Sheng looked at his phone, and his expression changed drastically.
It said - a remote commercial street in downtown Jiangcheng suddenly caught fire an hour ago, and a dozen or so shops on the street were all burned to ashes. The most important thing is that there are still people living in a few of them. There were 4 dead and 12 injured, one of whom was severely burned and was still in the intensive care unit.
Hua Sheng continued to read the news, the more he read it, the colder his heart became.