"Hello, is anyone here?" Along with the knock on the door, a male voice came.
Lan Chu finally understood what coincidence was today. Every time he finally made up his mind, something like this would happen. This was the second time today. He turned around and took a deep breath.
Yang Xiaoyun looked at Lan Chu's embarrassed look, suppressed his laughter, turned around and walked towards the door.
Opening the door, a large pot of purple water lily stretched out a hand through the flower vine, with a customer signature on it. The hand was very slender, and it didn't look like someone doing such a job at all. It also reminded Yang Xiaoyun of the first time he met her.
When Ji Yuhao smiled, he took the order and signed it.
When he moved the flowers into the room, he turned his head and met Lan Chu's fire-breathing eyes.
"Who sent it?" That tone was definitely not a good one.
The hand holding the flower froze for a moment, and when he raised his head, Yang Xiaoyun said, "I don't know either!" He looked around the flower, but there wasn't even a card.
He looked up at Lan Chu with a snicker on his face.
"Is it from you?" I felt a little happy. It turns out that this man also has this kind of romantic gene.
But, unfortunately, what I got was...a gloomy face and suffocating silence.
Huh? Is it really not a gift from him? Then...
Turning her head and looking at the blooming water lily again, Yang Xiaoyun was confused, who gave it to her? Was it a wrong gift? She didn't remember that Yang Xiaoyun had such an admirer!
While thinking about it, I felt a little disappointed. This Lan Chu was really...
Lan Chu, on the other hand, was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette dully, and when he glanced sideways at the pot of water lilies, he felt a little cold.
Ji Yuhao, why don't you give up after this! The price of this purple water lily is considered to be one of the more expensive flowers. He doesn't believe that ordinary men would be willing to give Yang Xiaoyun this kind of flower. After all, it is also a luxury.
A category of goods.
He turned around angrily, pulled Yang Xiaoyun over who was thoughtful, lowered his head, and engaged in a passionate kiss, a very domineering one.
Lan Chu's hand also slid down at the same time, but unlike the previous gentleness, this time Lan Chu seemed to be carrying some kind of anger.
Turning his head, Yang Xiaoyun pushed him away when he saw the naked anger in Lan Chu's eyes.
Panting, she said, "Chu, what's wrong with you?" Yang Xiaoyun stroked her sore red lips with her middle finger as she spoke. She didn't understand where Lan Chu's anger came from. If it was just for this pot of flowers, then
...It’s not necessary!
Lan Chu gasped and raised his head, looked deeply at Yang Xiaoyun, pulled her into his arms, and said: "Yun, promise me, no matter what happens in this life, you will never leave me, okay?"
At this moment, Lan Chu is like a child, a child who has finally found a little warmth, and Yang Xiaoyun is the source of warmth. He is always afraid that if he doesn't pay attention, he will lose this warmth.
"Well, okay!" Thinking that Lan Chu was afraid that she would give up on him because of her parents' disapproval, Yang Xiaoyun smiled and nodded.
At the same time, she made up her mind that she would convince her parents.
In Yang Xiaoyun's view, her love is like water, and it is still plain water.
Use it every day, drink it when it's hot or drink it when it's cold. You can also use it to wash your face and hands overnight. It's pure and simple.
It would be difficult and useless to ask her to explain why it tastes good or how nutritious it is.
In the face of love, all the excitement and romance are like a fish drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold.
Now, this is how Yang Xiaoyun feels about her love with Lan Chu.