Walking into the door, she saw Li Yichuan wearing a light gray shirt, his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at her with a cold face.
Oops, Ran Mi suddenly thought of the rose she was holding in her hand. She hadn't come over just now. She didn't know if the person who sent the flowers would leave a card on the door or something like that...
Who cares, so what if someone gives me flowers? It’s none of your business, Li Yichuan, it’s better than your mother giving me injections!
She also turned cold and walked quickly past him.
"Stop, where are you running?" Li Yichuan called her as expected.
She turned around, stared at him for a few seconds, shook the flowers in her hand, and said, "Buy flowers."
There was a strange look on Li Yichuan's face. He watched her striding into the room, then closed the door and followed her in.
Ran Mi washed her hands, found a large vase, and put the flowers in it. The bright red color made people energetic. At least looking at this was better than looking at Li Yichuan.
Taking a bath, washing clothes, and blow-drying her hair, she treated Li Yichuan completely as if he were invisible.
After coming out wearing purple cotton-padded pajamas, Li Yichuan was still sitting in the small living room watching TV. She went over gently to pour some water and wondered who sent the flowers. Was it sent to the wrong person? But at the end of this road
There are only a few dozen meters leading to her. Anyone who has the guts to pursue a woman who lives here must have good skills and won't even go to the wrong place.
So, is it Shen Sichen? Shen Sichen mentioned the dance she held when she was eighteen. Did Shen Sichen come that night?
Ran Songwu felt that she was usually too quiet and didn't like to make friends, so he held a dance party for her in the hotel, hoping that everyone would introduce young boys to her.
But Ran Mi, that little rose, hid in the rocking chair on the terrace and fell asleep when the dance was only halfway through.
She really doesn't like that kind of noisy place, she just wants to have her own quiet world alone.
Ran Mi knew that she would never have such a peaceful terrace for the rest of her life... Her life now was like a war, full of smoke and overgrown with thorns.
Suddenly she was shocked. When she first came here, the place where the vase was placed in the living room was empty!
She rushed out to take a look, and sure enough, the vase and flowers were gone. She yelled at him angrily, "Li Yichuan, where are my flowers?"
"Lost it." Li Yichuan's cold voice came from outside.
"Why are you like this!" Ran Mi was so angry that she almost vomited blood, but they didn't even give her the freedom to hold a few flowers!
Seeing that he ignored her, she stamped her feet and went to look for flowers in the trash can outside the door, hoping that they would not be crushed by his claws.
"You're a bastard, a rotten person, a scumbag..." She didn't find any flowers in the trash can, and she felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.
After being unlucky for so long, he finally got a little warmth, but he just lost it to her! A gust of wind blew over, and Ran Mi's eyes were blurred by the fine dust. She stood under the moon and rubbed them hard.
"What are you doing?" Li Yichuan asked.
"The sand is blinding me, do you think I'm still crying?" Ran Mi sneered.
"I brought the flowers upstairs for you." He pulled her hands away and looked into her eyes.
Ran Mi was stunned and angrily stretched out her hand to hit him, "Why do you have so many hands and feet!"
"You have many hands and feet, please be quiet." He scolded, pinched her little face hard, opened his eyelids and started blowing her.