After receiving Nan Weiwei's response, Shen Zhou immediately launched a fanatical pursuit. The bombardment of flowers every day turns the assistant's room into a small flower shop.
Such an eye-catching action naturally aroused discussions among the company's employees. It didn't take long for Nan Weiwei's "princess" status to be actively entertained by the masses. Suddenly, the fairy tale love of the real version of "Prince" and "Princess", I do not know how many people are envied.
When the hidden wheat, who was immersed in work, realized the news with hindsight, his mouth opened into a big O shape. Feeling happy for a good friend from the bottom of my heart, this girl can be regarded as a bitter and happy.
He rushed to the assistant's room to find out the question, and turned Nan Weiwei's delicate and charming face into a red tomato face. Later, the "black-faced Yama" came in to explain the work, and his curiosity was still not stopped. But in the end, I was still amazed by the red roses that bloomed freely in the room.
Back to the design department, my mind turned around, my eyes lit up suddenly, and I sent Peng Chen the photos I just took with my mobile phone, with a side note: "Look, look, how romantic it is for people to follow their girlfriends.
A few minutes later, Peng Chen returned the text message. It is truly short, with only two words: "vulgar!" plus a disdainful and nonchalant expression.
"Then show me you'not vulgar'."
"I sent it."
"Xia Mi? Then why don't I know?" Qianmai didn't believe that he would have amnesia at his age.
"Just put it in the new house and come to see it after get off work."
In this way, Qianmai stepped back into the new house that had been gone for two weeks.
The furnishings in the room remained unchanged, except that the squint bear and the sleepy bear, which were supposed to be placed on the wicker chair in the small living room, were carried on the living room sofa respectively.
Latent Wheat was a little puzzled: "Why put them in the living room, so they occupy more space?"
Peng Chen put down the food box and walked over to hug her from behind: "You are not here, the room is empty. I have to take them out for company."
Wow, when did he become so sentimental? Seeing that he was so wronged and lonely, he looked neglected. May I ask, hasn't he been hanging around at her house until midnight? This new house has the function of sleeping at best. When I got home, I fell asleep after washing, where the feeling of emptiness came from.
Qian Mai determined to ignore his disease-free groan, and his eyes were attracted by a beautiful pot of oranges on the corner coffee table. The fruit is exquisite, small, golden, and looks very rich and lush. It is simply a Chinese Christmas tree.
Although this pot of New Year oranges is not novel enough, it is better than the meaning of "auspicious every year", and festive festivals can not be more suitable at home. Therefore, Qian Mai reluctantly gave it full marks in his heart. Looking at the greedy eyes, the bottom of the tongue is producing fluid, and one will be peeled off easily.
Peng Chen saw black lines all over, and quickly reached out his hand to grab the little kumquat, and said, "This can't be eaten." In order to keep it fresh, who knows if the fruit has been sprayed with potion.
Latent Wheat deliberately sneered, swallowed exaggeratedly, and said, "It is clear that it is good for me, but I am not allowed to eat one."
Peng Chen encountered this kind of heavenly soldier, it was justified and unclear. Thinking of her love for oranges, she said: "I didn't give this. If I really want to eat it, I will go out to buy it after the meal."
"Can't you buy it now?..."
"No, then you will only eat fruit and not eat again." Peng Chen flatly refused. Who doesn't know her Sima Zhao's heart, this time she can't think about repeating the same tricks again.
At the dinner table, Latent Wheat picks the rice in his mouth like a few grains of rice, the taste is the same as chewing wax, and his face is bitter and bitter. Seeing Peng Chen, it was difficult to swallow, "Is it really so bad?"
"Yeah." Qianmai nodded his head innocently: "I'm tired of eating. Think about it, who can eat in the same restaurant for half a year without being tired?"
Peng Chen raised his eyebrows for a moment, and it seemed to make sense. But the "Xin Peng Ji" menu was ten pages long, and her meals were all made by the chef, so he didn't give her a few more dishes. But still said: "From tomorrow, we will go to other people's restaurants to eat."
"Then today..." With the success of the revolution, Qian Mai smiled and stopped talking, silently fighting for his own interests.
Under her eager gaze, Peng Chen reluctantly put down the dishes and got up to take the coat, coaxing the child and said: "I'm going to buy oranges. You have to eat all your food when you buy oranges."
Qianmai suddenly produced fluid under his tongue and smiled very cunningly: "Of course..." No.
As soon as Peng Chen left the house with her front foot, she slipped to the balcony with her back foot holding the table and chopsticks. Standing in front of the big porcelain urn that she had transported back so hard, she "plopped" and "plopped" to poke rice in it. The swaying surface of the water attracted a few small red carps to compete for food.
After all, the little red carp's food intake is limited, looking at the small half bowl of rice left, she can't do anything about it. I was thinking about whether to "turn into spring mud and protect the flowers", burying some rice in the two pots of bald branches that Peng Chen next to him as a treasure offered to use as fertilizer, a certain thought flashed through my mind, and I stopped "feeding". He ran into the living room and took the phone, and patted the little bald branch back and forth. Then passed it to his sister Xiao Mo, waiting for the answer.
Why didn't she think about the small bald branches of these two pots of flowers and trees? Hum, she didn't believe that she couldn't get the answer when he looked at his mysterious pretending to be profound. Don't forget, her family also has a future flower expert.
Sure enough, Qian Xiaomo did not live up to her expectations, and quickly told her the answer-it turned out that these two pots of small bald branches were called "black mulberries."
While listening to her sister's explanation, Qianmai said, "In spring, the little black mulberry tree has sprouted branches and sprouts. Shouldn't Peng Chen raise silkworm babies at home?"
Fortunately, after explaining all kinds of popular science knowledge, Qian Xiaomo finally mentioned the flower language that girls are most concerned about. It turns out that the humble black mulberry flower has such a classic and beautiful flower language: "Life and death together, we share happiness and sorrow." It was the two words she quoted when she told him the story of the great aunt and the great uncle.
Suddenly, Qianmai's heart was soft and messed up! Walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, grabbed the sleeping bear next to him, held it in his arms, patted its head, pulled its tie, and then whispered to the squinted bear next to him and asked: "Little Qian, actually, you also think … We Xiaopeng is very good, right?"
Peng Chen bought the orange and opened the door. What he saw was Qianmai holding the dozing bear tightly in his hands, dozing off in a daze in its neck. The crystal light shone on her plain face, quiet and gentle. In an instant, because of her, there was a strong warmth of home in the room.
Peng Chen was not in a hurry to walk in, but leaned against the wall and stared at her leisurely, his eyes focused and deep. Then, when she realized that there was a hot sight and forced her eyelids to visit, her eyes quickly turned to sneer, staring at the hand she was holding on the sleepy bear's chest, joking: "Dianmai, you're wretched. Take advantage of it. I'm not here, so I secretly touched my chest..." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)