"When others send flowers, they are either whole flowers or bouquets. Where did you learn this quirk? They have to be broken into petals one by one. It's hard to hold and ugly. How can I squat on the ground and pick them up one by one?
Reassemble into a flower?”
Nangong Han scratched his head. He also felt that he was wronged, "The military advisor was not hired well!"
The first time the roses were pulled by Teng Yue and the others. The second time the cherry blossoms flew away by themselves without having to pull them. The third time the lilies were too fragile, and they withered away as soon as he threw them away.
Isn't it so difficult to just give flowers to girls?
After becoming pregnant, Xiang Yimo was very sleepy, and due to jet lag, she fell asleep soon after.
The refreshing sea breeze sways the mottled tree shadows, the shades lengthen, and the sun sets in the west.
The fiery red sun shines on the water of the sea, rendering the magnificent blue water orange-red, dyeing it red. The clouds are steaming in the sky, and the sea water grows together, as if they are just one color.
At the turn of the night, twilight gathers, and the bright moon quietly climbs over the treetops.
The cicadas are chirping everywhere, hysterically, and noisy with the beautiful artistic conception of nature.
The glass door is wide open, and the white window screen is fluttering in the breeze. The bright light penetrates the curtains, casting a thin and delicate halo.
The pure white bed was as soft and white as clouds. Xiang Yimo lay sideways in the middle, with her hands pillowed under her cheeks. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with the breeze, her mouth pouted slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her cheeks.
Just like the Madonna in Raphael's paintings, she exudes the brilliance of motherhood.
She was surrounded by bright red roses, one by one, blooming beautifully and turning into fire. Xiang Yimo was surrounded by thousands of roses, which made her fair skin look white and rosy.
Nangong Han stood by the bed, staring at this poetic and dreamlike scene, and muttered in confusion, "You can't eat this thing, and you can't play with it. I really don't understand why women like it so much!"
"A sneeze!" Xiang Yimo was smelled by the strong fragrance of flowers, sneezed, rubbed her nose, and opened her sleepy eyes. Suddenly, a bright white light penetrated her eyes, making her vision blurry, with masses of red.
Broken light swayed in front of her eyes, and as she gradually adapted to the light, she suddenly found large swathes of roses surrounding her.
She suddenly got up, "This..." There was surprise in her eyes, and her bright water eyes shone with surprise.
"Don't you like flowers?"
"This..." Xiang Yimo's mouth twitched, "Isn't this too much?"
"Will you accept flowers from other men in the future?"
Xiang Yimo shook his head, "How dare you! I only collected flowers once, and you treated me as a dead person and surrounded me with flowers. Then if I collect them again, wouldn't I be drowned by you with flowers?"
"It's good to know!"
brush--
Nangong Han opened the flawless white window screen and suddenly found that the window glass was covered with flowers. The four floor-to-ceiling window glass appeared in front of her like a wall of flowers. The delicate and tender flowers only had two colors, white lilies.
On the flower base, red roses spell out an English word - sorry.
A smile flashed across Xiang Yimo's eyes, then she turned her head and looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Where did you learn these tricks to please girls?"
"I have a huge military advisory group!" Not only the butler He, it is composed of three lonely people: Teng Yue and Ren Sichen.
"Why are you apologizing to me! Don't you always think that whatever you do is right and everything others do is wrong! Do you, Nangong Han, also make mistakes?" Xiang Yimo knew what she was doing when she said this. The anger has not subsided. She is still like this. She likes to hide everything and doesn't want her emotions to affect others or ruin other people's emotions.
When she laughs, she will laugh loudly to infect others. But when she cries, she will hide silently by herself and not let others cry with her.
Nangong Hanyou sighed, lowered his voice and said, "You clearly know what is going on!"
"Pregnant women are forgetful, I don't remember!"
"It would be best if you don't remember!"
"However, this is an intermittent inability to remember. Maybe I will remember it in the next second."
Nangong Han couldn't quibble with her and said, "I'm just using Shen Mengni to make you angry!"
"You admit that you are a chicken?"
"It's natural to be angry!" Nangong Han still refused to give in, "However, there is something wrong with the way I handled it!"
Although Xiang Yimo's face was tense, his heart was already filled with joy. It was such a sense of accomplishment to make such an arrogant and ruthless person bow his head!
"Last time, I apologized and set off fireworks. This time I apologized and sent flowers... What are you going to do next time?"
Nangong Han reacted quickly, "There will never be a next time!"
"What should I do with these many flowers?" Xiang Yimo was in trouble.
"What to do with it! If you get tired of looking at it, just throw it away! If you like the flowers, send fresh ones over!"
"You think I'm a nymphomaniac!" Xiang Yimo frowned, "Throw away all these flowers, what a waste!"
"Then what are you going to do about it?"
"Take a flower petal bath!"
Nangong Hanying's plump forehead was covered with black lines, "That's not to tear it into petals!" Fortunately, he was worried that the thorns on the roses would prick Xiang Yimo, so he specially asked people to cut off the thorns one by one. .
Xiang Yimo picked up a bunch of words and threw them to him, "I'll leave such a difficult task to you!"
The bright red petals are densely spread into a bathing pool, as if the water in the pool is dyed red, and the fragrant fragrance fills, floats, and swirls in the silent air...
"I want to take a shower, you can go out now!" Xiang Yimo finished using Nangong Han and pushed him out of the bathroom.
"Then I should stay!" Nangong Han's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could not move at all despite her pushing.
"Why?"
"You are pregnant now. What if you accidentally slip and fall while taking a shower? And you also suffer from gestational hypertension. What if you suddenly faint?"
Xiang Yimo frowned, "I'm not that fragile!"
"The baby in your belly is very fragile!" Nangong Han took advantage of her being unprepared and kicked the bathroom door shut, "I can help you!"
Xiang Yimo was about to cry but had no tears, "Actually, you don't have to be so diligent..."