The wealthy and the cold are chasing love: the cute little wife

Chapter 180 Protecting (5)

She stood at the door holding the bouquet in a daze, puzzled, since there was no one she knew in this place, who would send her flowers?

The door next door opened, Shaozhe looked at her coldly, "Who sent it?"

She was inexplicably flustered, and subconsciously hid the flowers behind her back, "I don't know."

The corner of his mouth twitched, he stretched out his long hand, and grabbed the flower in her hand, "Idiot, bring it."

He flipped through it, and quickly found an exquisite card, on which it was written flamboyantly: Fragrant flowers for beautiful women, signed by Qi Hao.

His eyes flashed, his face darkened.

Danqing's eyes widened curiously, "Hey, why is it him?"

Not only sending roses, but also attaching such an ambiguous card, it's so strange.

She wasn't narcissistic enough to think he was in love with her.

He pursed his lips and ordered coldly, "Keep a distance from him in the future and don't talk to him too much."

She pouted unhappily, "How could I have such a chance..."

Obviously he provoked it, so what does it matter to her?

Is this also her fault?
There is no reason at all!

These words annoyed him, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were not friendly, and he said in a neutral tone, "Do you really want it? If you want it, I can help you."

Dan Qing rolled his eyes, not to mention how depressed he was, who is this?

She stretched out her hand to beg for something, "Huh, give me the flowers."

"It stinks." He wrinkled his nose, and casually handed it to a cleaning aunt, "Auntie, take these flowers and dispose of them."

Auntie's eyes lit up, what a beautiful flower.

"Huh? No more customers? Okay, okay."

Holding the bouquet happily, she took a deep breath, her face full of intoxication, and she walked away lightly, even forgetting to take away the cleaning tools.

Danqing stared angrily, "Hey, how can you handle my things without authorization?"

At least ask her opinion.

He sneered coldly, "You actually like that kind of vulgar thing? It's too tasteless."

She almost vomited blood, what do you mean?
"I just like it, I just have no taste, and it annoys you the most."

She pushed him, and turned her head into the room angrily. Damn it, he will bully her, bad brother.

His eyes flashed, and he followed in generously. She pouted and ignored him, and packed her luggage on her own.

Hmph, I'm leaving here tomorrow, she's going to Provence to see lavender.

She is a common person, she just likes all kinds of beautiful flowers and plants.

He can do whatever he likes, she just ignores him!
He crossed his arms and kicked the table intentionally or unintentionally, "Are you really angry? I wanted to take you out for sightseeing, to see the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysees, the Seine..."

Her eyes lit up, she was very pleasantly surprised, she nodded desperately, "I'll go, I'll go."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately teased her, "Aren't you bothering me? Why should I take you there?"

She rushed over and shook his arm, smiling obsequiously, "Hey, brother is the best, take me to play..."

Speaking of this, the sound suddenly disappeared, and the expressions of the two were extremely complicated.

The familiar words made both of them stunned, as if they were separated from each other, with mixed feelings.

When she was a child, she loved to say this sentence and pestered him to go out to play.

Exactly the same words, exactly the same actions, exactly the same expression, as if time has been reversed, back in the past, both of them are in a trance.

He sighed in his heart, one day, just one day, as if nothing happened.

He took the initiative to extend his hand, "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)