Is Joey in love today?

Chapter 51 You give me a fallen sycamore leaf, and I will give you a never-changing infatuation.

She had wanted to plant such an old plane tree in her small garden before, but she couldn't get a tree to be airlifted from France.

It's not because of money, but because she doesn't have the right to transplant a tree from abroad and raise it by herself.

No way, who made her rich but powerless.

Wen Changqing saw that Qiao Rong, who was only two steps behind him, became even slower, and fell behind him by many steps in a short while, so she couldn't help turning her head to look.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the colorful clips crossed by the side of the little girl's hair.

The clip is in the shape of a cross, which is obviously pinned there by the little girl's ingenuity. It just forms a sharp contrast with her jet-black hair, and it doesn't look obtrusive at all. Pen.

Wen Changqing looked back at her, only to find that she was looking at the sycamore tree he had transplanted this Monday with her small head tilted.

A clear smile flashed across his pitch-black phoenix eyes, and he knew she would like this kind of tree, no, she was so fascinated that she couldn't look away.

Seeing her passionate love for this sycamore tree in her eyes, the smile on the corner of Wen Changqing's mouth froze again inexplicably, a little stiff.

How did he realize that the way she looked at that tree was much better than the way she looked at him.

Thinking of this, Wen Changqing couldn't help but feel a little complicated. He suddenly felt that it was superfluous to transplant this tree.

But when his eyes met the joy in her eyes, he suddenly felt that it was all worth it.

His little Qiao deserves all the best he can give her.

"You like it, Joe?"

"Ok!"

Qiao Rong nodded and admitted decisively, the enthusiasm in her eyes was undisguised.

"Then I'll give it to you."

The corners of Wen Changqing's lips curled up, a hint of pampering faintly flashed across his handsome face like a god's, but he concealed it very well, otherwise people would notice.

"Ah? Give it to me?" Qiao Rong was taken aback, with obvious surprise on her jade porcelain face.

"Well, here it is for you."

"Okay, thank you."

There was a huge smile on the corner of Qiao Rong's lips, and the red lips were parted, revealing the small pointed canine teeth on both sides.

Inexplicably cute.

Wen Changqing's eyes were pierced by her smile. What made her smile so brightly after such an experience?
It even made his heart pound for her.

Qiao Rong turned her head to look at the ancient sycamore tree, and the facial features on the side face were more delicate and three-dimensional.

Wen Changqing couldn't help brushing the broken hair from her ears behind her ears with her hands, with a gentle and tender expression.

A gust of cool wind blew by, and a few golden sycamore leaves slowly fell from the top, and one of them landed on the ground in front of Qiao Rong.

She bent down to pick it up, blew off the thin dust from the leaves, and handed it to Wen Changqing, who was tall and tall beside her.

"Wen Changqing, you give me a century-old sycamore tree, and I will return you a fallen sycamore leaf."

Wen Changqing took it with a calm expression, gently twisted it with his fingers and put it flat in the pocket of his trousers. He lowered his eyes and looked at the coldness that was still like the top of a snow mountain, but he thought in his heart.

Qiao Qiao, you give me a fallen sycamore leaf, and I will give you a never-changing infatuation.

"Can you transplant the tree into my little garden?" Qiao Rong looked at him with wide eyes, full of longing.

Wen Changqing almost agreed to her, but after thinking about it, he said, "Xiao Qiao, this tree was just transplanted last month, so it can't stand such a toss."

"Ah? What should I do then?"

"Well, I'll give you a key to my house. If you want to see the tree, come to my house directly."

"Well, that's fine too."

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(End of this chapter)