Huo Yannian looked at the flower basket on the passenger side. The cheap roses were not yet fresh, and the packaging was very street-style. But it was a coincidence that the little girl selling flowers was also named Midsummer...
Mr. Huo was in such a good mood that he started humming a song for the first time and went back to the villa smoothly.
At this time, Yu Shengxia was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw Huo Yannian coming in, she walked towards him out of habit. When she saw the flower basket in his hand, Yu Shengxia was stunned.
I couldn't help but think of the rose petals I picked up in Huo Yannian's car last time, and then look at the flowers in Huo Yannian's hands now... . The petals are shriveled, a lot of them have fallen off, and the packaging is rough.
This kind of aesthetics does not look like Huo Yannian's aesthetics. After observing like this, Yu Shengxia's eyes couldn't help but stay on the flowers for a while. Huo Yannian looked at her and felt a little proud in his heart. , who would have thought that as soon as he handed the flower basket in front of Yu Shengxia, he heard someone say: "Where did you pick it up?"
The smile that had not yet appeared on Mr. Huo's lips suddenly froze, and his eyes almost burst into flames when he looked at Yu Shengxia. What did she say? She actually said if he picked it up
wrong! What she meant by this was that she was sure that he picked it up, but she was just asking where he picked it up.
Could he pick it up? Does this woman have any brains
"I bought it!"
Yu Shengxia uttered these three words in a nonchalant manner, and looked at the flowers and people. He said he bought it, so was he buying it for her? It must be, otherwise why would you take it back
Joy spreads in my heart, but there is always a characteristic of creatures like women, that is, they will always be pretentious from time to time. I am obviously very happy, but when my words come to my lips, they become: "Your aesthetics are too bad. "
When these words came out, Mr. Huo's face became even worse, and the air pressure around him dropped. A wave of coldness spread. Yu Shengxia pursed his lips, it was over, he said the wrong thing.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, he saw a dark face, turned around, thrust the flower basket into Mo Sen's hand, and went upstairs.
Yu Shengxia looked at Huo Yannian's back going up the stairs, and gently and slowly leaned towards Mo Sen: "Steward Mo, your young master... seems to be angry."
Mo Sen tightened his old face, suppressed a smile, and said seriously: "Young Madam, I don't think so."
"He's not angry?"
"No, what I mean is that the young master doesn't seem to be angry, but he is angry."
Looking at the flower basket in Mo Sen's hand, the joy in Yu Shengxia's heart was still spreading. This was the first time she had received flowers from Huo Yannian. The little girl was full of pink thoughts. Facts have proved that people will lose when they are sad. Reason, you will lose your reason when you are angry, and it is similar when you are excited.
The obvious manifestation is that Miss Shengxia's first reaction now is not to apologize or act coquettishly, but...
"Butler Mo, what do you think about me going out first and letting him calm down?"
The corner of Mo Sen's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: Young Mistress, what kind of logic are you talking about
"Young mistress, I think you'd better go up and coax the young master now."
"I... coax him? Does it work?"
"it works!"
Yu Shengxia looked at Mo Sen with doubtful eyes, as if looking for confirmation. Mo Sen nodded affirmatively, and the girl Shengxia took a deep breath, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield.