Xu Wanqing said oh, she was not interested in the language of flowers, but Xiao Meng was very interested, "I checked online last night, and the flower language of light purple hyacinth is: sadness, jealousy, melancholy love."
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"Sadness, jealousy, melancholy?" Xu Wanqing muttered in her mouth, and then said: "What a mess, people are perverted, even the flowers they bought are perverted."
Xiao Meng is a girl from out of town and has only been here recently. She is not aware of the relationship between Xu Wanqing and Xiao Zhuoyan. Furthermore, every time Xiao Zhuoyan comes to the flower shop, Xu Wanqing basically treats him as an invisible person and doesn't even bother to say anything.
Tell him, Xiaomeng often wonders: "Why are you so good with his mother, but your relationship with him is so bad?"
Xu Wanqing replied to her confusedly, "We are half-brothers and sisters."
Such an answer was so nonsensical that even Xu Wanqing herself didn't know why she gave such an answer at that time. It was purely an unconscious behavior. She seemed to really not want others to know about his relationship with her...
But Xiaomeng has taken it seriously since then, and is no longer surprised by the situation between the two of them. I wonder if she will be shocked if she learns the truth one day.
Xu Wanqing's thoughts were still focused on how to avoid contact with Xiao's mother. When Little Mengcha was free, she was chirping like a little sparrow.
"Sister Xu, has your brother Xiao ever experienced any unforgettable feelings? Or has he had a crush on a woman?" Xiao Meng asked curiously.
Xu Wanqing looked at her for a while. After all, she was still young, with eyes full of novelty and innocence. In fact, he was only four or five years older than her. Why did he feel like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life?
While her thoughts were ups and downs, Xiao Meng asked again, "Is that so? Sister Xu, your brother Xiao..."
That sentence about your brother Xiao made Xu Wanqing dumbfounded. He quickly interrupted her and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes."
In fact, she didn't know what Xiao Meng's last question was about, so she just answered it casually.
Xiao Meng exclaimed, "Oh my God, can such a handsome man have a woman he likes so much but can't get? How excellent, beautiful, incredible, and happy that woman must be.
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Xiao Meng was there | I sighed with emotion. I guess I have watched too many idol dramas, and even my sighs had the flavor of a Korean drama.
Xu Wanqing lowered her head and still sat there pruning the hyacinth. The lavender flowers were not very pretty. She had never liked this kind of flower. She preferred lilies.
Therefore, Zou Yelei always gives her perfume lilies, saying that they complement her very well. In fact, in many cases, he is always very considerate and aware of her thoughts and preferences. Marrying such a man will last a lifetime, and the love will flow forever.
It couldn't be better. But, since I don't like hyacinths but like lilies, why do I inexplicably pick up hyacinths and play with them every time instead of the lilies I have always liked?
While she was studying the depths of her heart, whether she liked hyacinths or lilies, a figure flashed outside the door. Xiao Meng stood up in surprise and called out, "Mr. Xiao."
"A dozen purple hyacinths."
Xu Wanqing heard Xiao Zhuoyan's indifferent voice, but she still didn't even turn her head, she was still staring at the two flowers in a daze.