But Zhongqing dragged his hand and refused to go inside: "Young Marshal, don't go in, you will die! I said, I don't like flowers, why did you put a room full of flowers in it? Let's go back to our hometown.
………”
Yi Jian smiled lowly, stretched out his hand, rubbed her hair, picked her up, and stepped into the house.
Zhongqing was very nervous. Ever since Yi Jian fell ill, she went to Xu Ang to get some medicine and kept it with her. At this time, the back was filled with colorful flowers. She was afraid that he would fall ill, so she
He quickly took out the medicine.
Seeing Zhong Qing's nervous look, Yi Jian's heart became softer and softer. He stretched out his hand and hugged her, then took a flower and handed it to Zhong Qing.
Only then did Zhong Qing notice that the flowers here were different.
She took it from Yi Jian's hand and looked at it carefully, only to realize that they were all fake... all made of paper.
Roses and lilies.
Slowly one room at a time.
And it is stacked with colorful paper.
At a quick glance, I saw that they were exactly the same as real flowers.
Zhong Qing's heart trembled, and she looked at Yi Jian, dumbfounded and unable to say a word.
Yi Jian hugged her into his arms, looked at the flowers in the room with her, and said, "Zhongqing... do you like it?"
Zhong Qing didn't say anything, she just looked at the flowers in her hand carefully. After a long time, she raised her head, looked at the young marshal and asked, "Did you fold them?"
"Yeah." Yi Jian said casually. A while ago, she was at the eldest wife's place, and he couldn't sleep alone, so she simply asked Xu Ang to find paper and learn how to fold it. She thought in her heart that other men could give it to her.
Why can't he not do it when he gives his woman bouquets of flowers and looks at her smiling brightly in the sea of flowers?
Zhong Qing, with an indescribable sweetness, reached out her hand and gently touched the flower in her hand, with deep satisfaction in her eyes.
Yi Jian slowly let go of Zhong Qing and walked aside. There was some unused paper. He pinched one and put it on his fingertips, flying.
Zhongqing was curious, staring and looking at it carefully.
After a while, a lifelike rose was born in his hand.
Zhongqing but joyfully took it out of his hand, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, feeling that it looked much prettier than real flowers.
