When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 320 Housekeeper, your clothes smell so good (52)

"Jinhuan, why do you think this grass is so rare?" Nan Xing's eyes brightened, and he stared at the grass intently.

"Of course it's because Miss waters well." Jin Huan replied seriously.

Hearing this, Nan Xing looked a little unnatural.

She grabbed the grass in front of her, "What do you think I married him?"

"Ah?" Jin Huan put down the pastry, walked over in two or three steps, raised his hand to touch Nan Xing's forehead, and asked nervously, "Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

Why did you start talking nonsense?

Taking Jin Huan's hand away, Nan Xing continued to mutter: "Only if I marry him, will he let me hold him."

She didn't understand why there was still a condition for a hug.

Jin Huan was about to cry from fright, "Miss, stop talking, I'll call the doctor."

Why do you want to marry a grass?
She ran out and saw Lu Lian walking towards this side, rushed up and shouted: "Mr. Lu, go and have a look, Miss is a little out of her mind."

"What's going on?" Luan asked while walking quickly.

Since the system didn't have an early warning, it means that Nan Xing is fine for the time being, but Jin Huan's flustered expression doesn't seem to be fake.

Jin Huan was out of breath while running along.

"Miss has been holding a pot of grass for the past few days, and today she even started talking to that pot of grass, so I asked curiously. As a result, Miss said that she wanted to marry this pot of grass. Mr. Lu, do you think Miss is a demon?" I'm stunned, otherwise how could I have such an idea?"

"A pot of grass..." Lubit repeated hesitantly.

"Yes, Miss has always said that the pot of grass looks good."

"I see."

Lubit went up the steps and pushed open the door.

Jin Huan stopped tactfully and asked Mr. Lu to ask.

In the room, Nan Xing still hugged the green grass in front of him, raised his head, and watched intently.

Lubit slowed down and walked in, walked to her side, and softly called: "Miss."

Nan Xing's body moved slightly, but he ignored the deer title.

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Lubit bent down and picked her up, but Nan Xing still hugged the pot of grass like some precious treasure.

"Miss, is there something on your mind?" Putting her on the bed and putting on a coat for her, Lu Xie looked sideways at her and asked.

Nan Xing raised his head from the pot of grass, and asked softly, "Why is Mr. Lu here? Didn't you want to keep a distance from me?"

Lu Lian's eyes flickered, "I heard that the eldest lady is in a daze, let me take a look."

"I'm not crazy, Mr. Lu, let's go." She put the flowerpot on the bedside, then lay down on her side and closed her eyes.

Lubit half-bent down, put one hand on her pillow, lowered his head to her ear and asked softly, "I heard that Missy wants to marry a pot of grass?"

Nan Xing's eyelashes trembled, but he still ignored him.

"So Missy is willing to marry a pot of grass and doesn't plan to respond to me, right?" He reached out to hold her little hand on her waist, and gently squeezed it.

Nan Xing withdrew his hand shamelessly, and said very forcefully, "You're obedient."

Hearing this, the corners of Lu Lian's eyes couldn't help but smile, he held her hand again, and said in a hoarse voice: "The kitchen brewed some glutinous rice wine, do you want to drink it?"

"Really? Can I drink?!" Nan Xing immediately sat up, grabbing the quilt with one hand and his clothes with the other.

"Miss, I want to marry you." Lu Jian stretched out his hand to touch her small face, his voice was gentle but solemn.

(End of this chapter)