If Qiu Yunfeng didn't like other things, she wouldn't do them anymore, or she would like them. But when it comes to roses, she can't let go. She likes roses. This feeling seems to penetrate into the bone marrow. If you like them, you just like them. It's natural.
Irresistibly fond of it.
"Wait for me outside!" After thinking about it, An Luoluo said to Qinghe.
"Miss, the young master asked me to follow you." Upon hearing this, a hint of impatience flashed across Qinghe's face.
"Just wait if I ask you to wait. If you don't like it, go back to your young master." An Luoluo's eyes turned cold, and a cold look appeared on his beautiful face.
"You." Qinghe's eyes suddenly widened, staring at An Luoluo in disbelief.
"Either get lost, or I'll send you away." An Luoluo's mood suddenly sank, and the good mood he originally felt after seeing the rose disappeared.
What qualifications does a little guard have to show off in front of her? So what if she smells like roses? She is just a rose flower that moved back into a house. Let's see, what does Qiu Yunfeng have to say?
"Humph!" An Luoluo snorted coldly, and walked towards Qiangwei Flower Shop without even looking at Qinghe.
She likes rose flowers, and this feeling becomes stronger as she sees the roses and smells the fragrance of the flowers. It is so strong that as long as someone cannot accept the rose flowers, she can sever any relationship with that person.
His cold eyes drifted past Qing He who was standing there, and An Luoluo's eyes became colder again.
"Hello, what color roses do you need?" The wind chimes at the door of the store rang, and someone inside immediately asked softly.
"Rose Flower Shop, as the name suggests, it only sells roses." An Luoluo looked at the various roses displayed in the not-very-large flower shop, which instantly looked beautiful.
An Luoluo thought that she must like roses very much, because after seeing the roses of various colors, she clearly knew the flower language of the roses of various colors without anyone telling her.
"Luoluo." An Xiaomo called out in surprise and joy when he saw the person coming.
"Do you know me?" An Luoluo raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised that the owner of this small flower shop knew him.
"I am your eldest sister, An Xiaomo." An Xiaomo already knew that An Luoluo had lost her memory, but when she saw the way An Luoluo looked at the rose flower, she forgot for a moment that she had lost her former memory.
memory.
"My eldest sister?" An Luoluo blinked.
"Yeah." An Xiaomo nodded, and then pointed to the hanging chairs and flower tables in the flower shop that were overflowing with flowers. "Do you mind sitting down and having a drink?"
"I don't mind." An Luoluo said lightly, fell down and walked towards the hanging chair.
"I heard they said you lost your memory, and it seems to be true." An Xiaomo poured a cup of coffee for An Luoluo and said with a smile, "But even if you lose your memory, you still like roses as always."
"The roses in the morning were also sent by you?" An Luoluo took a slight sip of coffee and soon thought of the bouquet of roses in the morning.
"It was given by me, but I gave it for someone else. I wonder if you remember the flower language of red roses?" An Xiaomo looked at An Luoluo with a smile. Her sister, once and now, could not be simplified.
Live simply.
Every time I see her, I feel heartbroken.
"Passionate love." She knew the flower language of roses without searching on Baidu. She loved roses, even if that red rose was sent by someone else, and even if the words of those roses were of passionate love, she would still love them.
