She wasn't sure what kind of person Wen Ren was, because she didn't know his bottom line.
"Madam..." He Hua called softly at the door, holding a cup of steaming soup in her hand.
Jiu'er glanced at it, then waved. Hehua placed the soup on the table next to Jiu'er, then stepped back again, and stood cautiously in the side room outside.
Looking at the wide open courtyard door, Jiuer kept thinking wildly.
If Wen Renjue didn't take what she said to heart at all, then how should she deal with it?
Disappointed? That’s inevitable. Sad? Probably a little bit!
If that was really the ending, where should she go? For a moment, Jiuer felt a little depressed.
"Madam, the general is here." A figure suddenly appeared at the door of the courtyard, with a touch of surprise on his face. It was Qiu Ju, another girl who had been serving Jiu'er.
Although he told himself that he must be calm and calm, as soon as he heard those four words, Jiu'er's heart was shocked and her eyes lit up. And looking at Qiu Ju's excited expression, things were probably going for the better.
Everything she worried about was just unfounded and would never happen.
Jiu'er did not move, still sitting calmly on the couch, her eyes did not widen, nor did she show an expression of great expectancy... She even picked up the soup that Hehua had brought before, and pursed her lips.
On the edge of the bowl, I never touched the sweet and cloying soup.
A figure hurriedly entered the house, and then slowly stopped in front of the door where Jiu'er was. He waved gently, and the two people outside the door left in a hurry. For a moment, in Jiu'er's perception, only the two of them were left.
personal.
Jiu'er finally put down the soup cup, slowly raised his eyes, and immediately saw the wanton red color.
Slowly, as the red color got closer and closer, the corners of Jiu'er's mouth pulled higher and higher. When the big handful of red color was put into her hand, she finally grinned and could no longer close it.
He lowered his head, buried his nose deeply into the flower, and took a strong sniff, until the refreshing fragrance of the flower passed from his nose to the bottom of his heart. After a circle with his soul, he slowly raised his head and looked at the man who was still wearing the flower.
Man in mask.
"Do you like it?" Wen Renjue's eyes twinkled, looking at the face that was more delicate and charming than the flower... unwilling to move at all. People are more delicate than flowers, and they shy away from the moon. After seeing her, he felt profound
The experience, at this moment, is even more profound.