When An Jingxing came back to her senses, she found that Tang Qianrong had walked up to her at some point and took off his suit jacket.
He put his arm around her shoulder and immediately put his hand around her arm, walking in sync with her like a lover.
Just as An Jingxing and Tang Qianrong walked off the bridge, there happened to be a little girl carrying a flower basket next to them, shouting something as they walked.
She was a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She had many fine freckles on her face and a pair of big eyes like sea water, which made her look very attractive.
She must have spoken German or some other language. An Jingxing couldn't understand what she said, but he could probably guess that she was selling flowers. There were not many people on the street, and there was still something in this little woman's basket.
There are a dozen roses left.
When she saw Tang Qianrong and An Jingxing, the little girl's eyes flashed and she ran to them in small steps.
The girl smiled and said something to the man beside her. An Jingxing paused when he saw him, seeming very interested.
After a while, Tang Qianrong knelt down and the girl whispered a few words in his ear.
A warm smile appeared on Tang Qianrong's usually frozen expression. The next moment, he glanced at the roses in her basket, and finally took out all the banknotes he had and handed them to the girl.
He took over a dozen roses in the basket.
An Jingxing watched the little girl running away happily. Although she couldn't understand what they said, she felt that the scene just now made the man's image seem to become much gentler.
At least, it wasn't as cold as she thought at first.
"Give it to you." While An Jingxing was secretly lost in thought, Tang Qianrong put the rose in the basket and handed it over.
An Jingxing was stunned for a moment, took the basket and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, I originally bought it for you."
They continued to walk forward. An Jingxing looked at the roses in his hands and suddenly remembered the words that the little girl had just said while looking at Tang Qianrong with a smile, and the last words she whispered in his ear, and he suddenly became curious.
.
"What...did you just say???"
"Well...she is a Spanish girl. She thinks you are my wife and asking me to buy you some flowers will make you happy."
As he walked, he talked as if it was just a trivial matter.
But An Jingxing's face turned red and he felt a little shy.
"That's all?" She looked at them talking for a long time. Could it be that the difference in language also made the sentences longer?
Hearing An Jingxing's question, Tang Qianrong curled his lips mysteriously and looked at her with deep eyes, remembering what the girl just said.
I feel more and more that this fact is a bit illusory, and I can only listen to it as a joke. If I tell her, she may have to think more.
"Um."
He responded in a low voice and ignored the last words the girl said in his ear.
However, just as Tang Qianrong finished speaking, suddenly... An Jingxing felt that the tip of his nose was wet, as if water was dripping down.
She reached out and touched it, and then she felt the second drop, the third drop, the fourth drop... more and more water fell from the sky onto the back of her hand.
The roses in his hands were wet by the rain. Soon, An Jingxing felt that his hair was gradually getting wet. The first signs of light rain soon turned into a downpour. And the two of them were caught off guard...
When An Jingxing came to her senses, she found that Tang Qianrong had walked up to her at some point and took off his suit jacket.
He put his arm around her shoulder and immediately put his hand around her arm, walking in sync with her like a lover.
Just as An Jingxing and Tang Qianrong walked off the bridge, there happened to be a little girl carrying a flower basket next to them, shouting something as they walked.
She was a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She had many fine freckles on her face and a pair of big eyes like sea water, which made her look very attractive.
She must have spoken German or some other language. An Jingxing couldn't understand what she said, but he could probably guess that she was selling flowers. There were not many people on the street, and there was still something in this little woman's basket.
There are a dozen roses left.
When she saw Tang Qianrong and An Jingxing, the little girl's eyes flashed and she ran to them in small steps.
The girl smiled and said something to the man beside her. An Jingxing paused when he saw him, seeming very interested.
After a while, Tang Qianrong knelt down and the girl whispered a few words in his ear.
A warm smile appeared on Tang Qianrong's usually frozen expression. The next moment, he glanced at the roses in her basket, and finally took out all the banknotes he had and handed them to the girl.
He took over a dozen roses in the basket.
An Jingxing watched the little girl running away happily. Although she couldn't understand what they said, she felt that the scene just now made the man's image seem to become much gentler.
At least, it wasn't as cold as she thought at first.
"Give it to you." While An Jingxing was secretly lost in thought, Tang Qianrong put the rose in the basket and handed it over.
An Jingxing was stunned for a moment, took the basket and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, I originally bought it for you."
They continued to walk forward. An Jingxing looked at the roses in his hands and suddenly remembered the words that the little girl had just said while looking at Tang Qianrong with a smile, and the last words she whispered in his ear, and he suddenly became curious.
.
"What...did you just say???"
"Well...she is a Spanish girl. She thinks you are my wife and asking me to buy you some flowers will make you happy."
As he walked, he talked as if it was just a trivial matter.
But An Jingxing's face turned red and he felt a little shy.
"That's all?" She looked at them talking for a long time. Could it be that the difference in language also made the sentences longer?
Hearing An Jingxing's question, Tang Qianrong curled his lips mysteriously and looked at her with deep eyes, remembering what the girl just said.
I feel more and more that this fact is a bit illusory, and I can only listen to it as a joke. If I tell her, she may have to think more.
"Um."
He responded in a low voice and ignored the last words the girl said in his ear.
However, just as Tang Qianrong finished speaking, suddenly... An Jingxing felt that the tip of his nose was wet, as if water was dripping down.
She reached out and touched it, and then she felt the second drop, the third drop, the fourth drop... more and more water fell from the sky onto the back of her hand.
The roses in his hands were wet by the rain. Soon, An Jingxing felt that his hair was gradually getting wet. The first signs of light rain soon turned into a downpour. And the two of them were caught off guard...
