Chapter 277

She is such a person. When she encounters something she likes, she will do it with extra concentration, completely immersed in it, forgetting space and time.

At this moment, Tang Qiaoer suddenly remembered that Xie Jinhuan was still waiting there.

She hurriedly turned around and saw that he was still standing there patiently, with a straw flower basket in his hand filled with magnificent and restrained pink flowers.

It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but think of Szymborska's words: "Only roses can bloom like roses."

"Miss Tang." Xie Jinhuan called him and approached her holding a flower basket in his hand.

"Hey, don't come in! Be careful of getting your clothes dirty!" Tang Qiao'er saw that he was dressed too cleanly and hurriedly stopped him.

However, the man didn't care at all and still walked straight through the thorns and flowers, only wanting to get to her.

Tang Qiaoer pursed her petal-like red lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Miss Tang, this is for you." Xie Jinhuan's deep eyes were filled with the soft light of the sunset, and he sent the flower basket to her.

"Fourth Young Master, thank you for your kindness. But this flower... I can't accept it." Tang Qiaoer declined with a faint smile.

Although it was just a flower basket, it was still a rose with an ambiguous meaning, so it was inappropriate for her to accept it.

Xie Jinhuan guessed that she would refuse, so he changed his words and said with a smile: "Flowers match beauty, this is only one aspect. More importantly, I saw Miss Tang that you are very interested in the roses I planted, so I wanted to send them Give me a basket and let you go back and study it carefully.

There is also soil here below. You can take it back with you and transplant it into your own yard. If you take good care of it, it will bloom continuously. "

In this way, Tang Qiaoer no longer had any reason to refuse. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the flower basket, "Well, thank you Fourth Young Master for the gift."

Xie Jinhuan suddenly frowned and leaned towards her with his hands behind his back.

A face as handsome as jade gradually enlarged between Tang Qiaoer's astonished crystal pupils. She took a breath and her long eyelashes flickered.

"Fourth Young Master, what's wrong? Is there... something on my face?"

"Yes." Xie Jinhuan nodded seriously.

"Where?" Tang Qiao'er was confused. She raised her hand to wipe her face, and another streak of mud hit her cheek.

This time, he has completely become a "Tang Maoer".

Xie Jinhuan's eyes were full of doting. He took out a pure white silk handkerchief from his arms and wiped the dirt on her cheeks and forehead in a natural manner.

He moved so fast that Tang Qiaoer only came back to her senses at this moment and said in a panic: "I can do it myself."

"It's okay, it's been wiped clean." Xie Jinhuan stared at her deeply and retracted his hand neatly.

He was always like this, always just when she felt their interaction was too intimate, he would stop it just right.

Inexplicably, a sexy word came to Tang Qiaoer's mind - indulge in lust.

However, she quickly gave up the idea. Maybe Xie Jinhuan was so considerate to her because of his gentle temperament and because of his childhood affection.

At this time, a series of footsteps approached them.

Tang Qiaoer suddenly raised her eyes and was startled.

A few steps away.

Shen Jingjue's mountain-like figure stood stiffly in front of them, neither excited nor angry, only a pair of stunningly beautiful peach blossom eyes faintly glowing red.

The sea is also so calm when a tsunami is brewing.

Shen Jingjue had a panoramic view of all the interactions between Tang Qiaoer and this man just now. His fists were tightly clenched under the delicate cuffs, and the veins on his forehead were jumping!

He watched her take the rose from Xie Jinhuan, watched her smile at him like a flower, watched him gently wipe the dirt on her cheek...

There is a tacit understanding and intimacy, like a pair of beautiful people who play the piano and the harp in harmony.

Shen Jing felt his back tense up, his teeth clenched, and a throbbing pain like the roar of an airplane flashed through his mind.

It turns out that Tang Qiaoer came here not for the beard-cutting project, but to enjoy the flowers with her new love.

But he was willing that she was here to fight, rob, and torture him, and he was willing to give everything up to her.

Nor did she want to see that she turned around and gave everything that once belonged to him to this man without reservation...