Chapter 208: Why are two roses?

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It is almost impossible to guess who is coming.
She sometimes felt that Mo Shiqian was very attached to her.
But she couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, what exactly caused his persistence.
Love?
Or is he persistent?
Chi Huan stood up and opened the door.
Sure enough, a tall and tall man stood at the door, carrying ... well, a lot of things, at a glance, a lot of dishes.
Chi Huan, "..."
She glanced at what he was holding, "Are you free today, or are you prepared to come here every day if I don't let your chef come to cook for me?"
The man said lightly, "I will come when I have time."
Chi Huan turned over and asked him to come in, and took his slippers out of the shoe cabinet, then reached out to pick up the things in his hand.
He glanced at her hand and put all the bags on the entrance carpet, saying casually, "It's too heavy."
As soon as the man's tall body fell down, Chi Huan could see a layer of snowflakes falling on his coat. "You take off your clothes and hang them here. I'll pour water for you."
Just as Chi Huan turned around, the man called her behind, "Huan Huan."
She turned back, "Huh?"
Then she saw a handsome, indifferent man in a black coat with a strong momentum, rummaging through a pair of vegetables, um, um ...
One, no, two ... roses, pulled them out and handed them to her.
His expression was rather unnatural, but he forcibly looked cold. "I remember that you have a vase in your house, and it is good to have two flowers."
Chi Huan looked for a while, reached out to take over, couldn't help laughing, "You ... for the food?"
Mo Shiqian, "..."
The man's face turned black, and he ignored her, lowered his head to pick up the vegetables on the ground, still cold.
"Did you buy it ... but buy two ... is it one for one?"
Chi Huan received a lot of roses.
One, nine, ninety-nine, nine hundred and ninety-nine.
Only two flowers have not been received.
Is it really like shopping for food or buying one for one ...
Mo Shiqian raised the dish and entered the kitchen with a black face.
The flowers were sold at a level that wasn't a point of delivery. I knew he should buy a big bunch because he was holding vegetables in his hand and he thought he couldn't hold a big bunch of flowers.
Chi Huan still put the flowers in a vase and sprinkled some water.
There was snow outside the window, and the apartment was clean and unpopular.
These two roses are placed in the living room. They are bright and lively, making people's eyes bright, and they add a good mood inexplicably.
Good things always make people happy.
Playing with the flowers, Chi Huan turned to make a cup of tea, and gave it to the man who came into the kitchen as soon as possible.
The man looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Come and kiss me."
Chi Huan, "..."
I think she was not very happy, and he said lightly, "You can do it for me."
She turned and walked out.
The man looked at her back with a gloomy look.
Chi Huan returned to the living room, picked up the book that he had laid aside, and continued reading.
But looking at it, I still couldn't see it. I just threw it aside and turned on the TV with the remote control.
Some noise came from the kitchen, and after a long time, I didn't know how long, the fragrance gradually came out.
Chi Huan had eaten something casually at noon, and when he smelled it, he felt a little hungry.
But she was sitting on the sofa, listening to the man's busy movements inside, but she felt a little embarrassed again ...
He helped her cook noodles in the morning, packed her luggage in the morning, helped her move and personally brought her over, then went to work at the company, and came over to make dinner for her ...
Although these were not what she asked for, and even if he didn't want her to do it himself, most of them could assign servants, drivers, chefs to complete it. He chose to do it himself ...
But, uh ... if bystanders seem to be too lazy ...
She watched the bustling variety show on TV and wondered ... if he wasn't Lawrence's son, how good, profitable and at home ...
For about the same time, she got up and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as he reached the door, the man heard her footsteps, and did not even look at her. He said lightly, "Take two bowls for rice. The bowls have been useless for a long time, and they are flushed with hot water."
"okay."
She took two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, went to the faucet reflowed from the counter, and then washed the rice.
Turning on the rice cooker, a low man's voice sounded behind him, "Don't burn it."
Chi Huan, "..."
She is not mentally retarded.
Mo Shiqian's reticent temperament for nearly two decades is unlikely to suddenly become more talkative. In the past few days, Chi Huan has basically spoken to her, and almost never spoke.
So the whole dinner came down, rich, full of color and fragrance, and quiet.
Fortunately, the atmosphere was not very embarrassing and comfortable. The soup was braised with a sloppy white mist, rendering a feeling of quiet years.
After dinner, Chi Huan consciously said, "You go back first. If it is too late, the snow on the road will be deeper and it is not safe to drive. I can clean it myself afterwards."
Mo Shiqian only glanced at her and ignored her words.
He cleaned up the kitchen as if he had never used it.
Chi Huan originally thought that he was going to stay late, or even ... to stay here for the night, it was dangerous to drive on the ground that it was raining.
But after a half cup of tea and a break, he got up and said, "I'll come tomorrow."
She nodded. "Oh, be careful on the way."
Mo Shiqian picked up the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on her body. She suddenly stopped at halfway, looked at her sideways, and frowned, "You didn't send me a text message today."
Chi Huan froze for a while and didn't respond. "Ah?"
The man stared deeply at her, patiently reminding him, "You said this morning that you would text me."
Chi Huan remembered what she said in the morning--
[You can call me ... I'll text you when I have time, and I can eat together when I have time ... I just move out, just like other lovers who don't live together ... for the time being, okay? 】
She pursed her lips. "But I've been at home all day and I'm fine with you."
The man was displeased, "You said you have time to text, and you have time all day today, but none of them."
Chi Huan, "..."
He did call her at noon and asked her if she had lunch, what she was doing, etc., and talked for a few minutes ...
"Well, then you go back first and I'll text you when you're almost home."
Just text good night before bedtime.
He really doesn't have a clear positioning for himself, with his noble and cold texting style like gold texting ... if it is not something to talk about, but to chat for chat ...
Ha ha.
It takes 60 minutes to forgive him for a minute before talking.
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