Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 116 His Country of Champagne and Roses
Luo Chaosheng said to Tania in French: "My wife is a generous person, she is willing to forgive your impoliteness, you can do it yourself."

His tone was gentle, but his words were serious. Wen Qing understood, but she was curious how he would explain this sentence: "What did you say just now?"

Luo Chaosheng led her to turn around and walk out the door: "I thank her for her hospitality today, but we still have some personal matters to deal with, so I will take you away first."

"..."

Believe in your evil.

Wen Qing followed him obediently, feeling very happy in her heart. She heard Alice tell so many stories about Tania along the way, and of course she knew how loyal her Arlo was.

The reason why he behaved like that just now was to tease him and see how he would react in front of her.

In the end, she was very satisfied, but the expression on her face was still displeased, and she hummed softly: "Who has a private matter with you to deal with."

She made a gesture to push him away: "I came with my friends, not to find you, let me go and let me go to my friends."

Luo Chaosheng forcibly hugged her, controlling Wen Qing's movements to prevent her from leaving his arms, but with a smile on his face and a relaxed tone.

"Just tell me, I won't believe a word."

Wen Qing: "..."

It's over, this man ate her to death.

Tanya stared blankly at the back of Luo Chaosheng holding Wen Qing, who was pushed away again and again by Wen Qing, but he took the initiative to move up again and again.

Never before had she realized so profoundly that it was over, that her first love was over.

Wen Qing was stuffed into his co-pilot by Luo Chaosheng, and he pursed his lips in a good mood the whole time.

There were very few vehicles on the roads in France, Luo Chaosheng drove very fast, and the two returned to his manor in France all the way.

At first Wen Qing looked out the window curiously for a while, but she didn't see the yellow roses he mentioned earlier, she felt a little inexplicably disappointed.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Chaosheng dragged her into the villa. Before Wen Qing had time to appreciate the decoration and structure of the French-style building, she was pressed against the brown background wall.

Luo Chaosheng's eyes were very dark, and he looked at her intently. His deep pupils couldn't hold anything other than her reflection.

He stared deeply at the little girl whom he hadn't seen for many days, his long eyelashes drooped down following the movement of his lowered eyes, thick like a small brush, tickling Wen Qing's heart.

"Qingqing, believe me, I have nothing to do with that person, that dance is just..."

Not wanting to leave any misunderstanding in Wen Qing's heart, as soon as she entered the house, she was finally sure that the little girl could not escape, and Luo Chaosheng immediately explained for herself.

In the middle of the conversation, he was interrupted by a kiss from the little girl who suddenly stood up on tiptoe.

Luo Chaosheng was stunned, a moment of blankness flashed across his face, he looked at her in a daze, wanted to speak, but first laughed.

Wen Qing was also smiling softly, she raised her face delicately, and put her arms around his waist, her movements were bold, but her cheeks and ear tips turned red: "Ah Luo, how do you know that I don't miss you?"

Without outsiders, this is her answer to his question just now.

There is no need for any redundant explanation. At this moment, no redundant words should be said.

Luo Chaosheng's eyes darkened, and his hands slowly touched Wen Qing's rosy side face, his dark eyes stared at her faintly, with a dark color in them: "Do you still remember how you hooked me with your legs just now?" ?”

Wen Qing blushed, and rolled up his trousers with her tender calf and rubbed them lightly...

She later regretted it a bit, why did she cooperate so much.

She really shouldn't be that cooperative.

... tens of thousands of words are omitted here.

It was at midnight that Wen Qing realized that Luo Chaosheng didn't draw the curtains at all. Fortunately, there was no one on the other side, and it was his garden.

The dark blue sky carries the most primitive and vast beauty.

The moon seemed unable to bear to see what happened between the two of them just now, and shyly hid behind the clouds.

Only the delicate and charming champagne roses are left to bloom brilliantly under the baptism of stars.

So these were the roses he had mentioned.

gorgeous.

Wen Qing's eyes showed admiration.

She really liked it.

After all, he came to his country of champagne roses.

Luo Chaosheng suddenly kissed her earlobe from behind again, Wen Qing trembled instinctively, and pushed the person away firmly after a groan: "Ah Luo, you have to follow the path of sustainable development, and you can't consume too much at one time."

He smiled softly in her ear, his voice was indescribably hoarse and sexy after he was satisfied, his chin lightly landed on her shoulder: "Qingqing, those flowers were planted by me when I missed you, you Like it?"

Wen Qing knew that he had built a manor for herself, but she didn't know that these flowers all symbolized his longing for her.

Allo, allo, her allo...

What kind of mentality does he have, so that he can still keep his original intention for Tania under the pursuit of a cute young girl like Tania?
While feeling lost, he suddenly kissed her earlobe heavily from behind, calling all Wen Qing's thoughts back to reality.

"Qingqing, everything here belongs to you, including them, including me."

The heart beat violently.

A Luo is a person who can always say love words to her that she can't resist at some strange times.

Wen Qing was happy, she turned over and returned to his arms, her pink face was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the two of them tossing each other just now, her temples were wet, but her wet eyes looked unusually delicious.

With the clear and joyful eyes like a deer, she met Luo Chaosheng who had been falling on her, and never looked back from the hot eyes.

"Alo, I learned something French today, do you want to listen to it?"

Luo Chaosheng asked her seriously.

"Which one?"

Wen Qing smiled and said, "The weather is fine today."

Luo Chaosheng still didn't understand what she meant.

In the next second, I heard the little girl say a sentence very softly, slowly, and accurately:
"Je t'aime."

Luo Chaosheng was stunned, and fixedly looked at Wen Qing. After a brief moment of stupefaction, he was in an uncontrollable ecstasy.

He was so happy that he couldn't wait to ask Wen Qing to do something to celebrate.

Wen Qing laughed and refused, and after the two had messed around for a while, the little girl yawned shamelessly, buried her face in his arms, and fell asleep.

sleep...

Luo Chaosheng: "..."

There is indeed a bit of time difference between China and France. It is not easy for the little girl to survive until now. Seeing that she has worked so hard today, he will spare her first.

Luo Chaosheng kissed Wen Qing's sleeping side face, and waited for about ten minutes. When she breathed evenly, he got up and took a cold shower, and let go of the body caused by the little girl, but completely Not going to be angry with him.

When he returned to the quilt, he felt the cool air from the cold water on his body, which was very pleasing in the sweltering heat of July, and Wen Qing crawled into his arms instinctively.

He hugged the soft person in his arms carefully, and stared at it for a moment with lingering eyes.

I endured it, but I still couldn't.

He held Wen Qing's ring-wearing hand with his ring-wearing hand and took a photo.

Twelve o'clock at night.

Everyone has seen the circle of friends sent by 24 filial good unmarried Comrade Fu Luo.

"All wishes come true, you are by my side, by your side."

The accompanying picture is the hands of the two gently cuddling, and the two platinum rings on the hands collided quietly, exuding a soft brilliance.

After showing the circle of friends, Luo Chaosheng was complete, and put a soft kiss on Wen Qing's forehead.

"Good night."

Wen Qing woke up to the fragrance of flowers the next morning.

When I opened my eyes, I saw bright yellow roses beside the pillow, the flowers were blooming, and the petals were even stained with last night's dew.

A daze flashed across her eyes, but she was still pleasantly surprised, and reached out to touch the petals of the flower.

He was so careful that he broke every thorn on the flower.

Wen Qing was very happy, picked up the flower and took a deep breath of its fragrance.

Yesterday's skirt was obviously sacrificed, but luckily Luo Chaosheng's room had a built-in wardrobe, and Wen Qing took his light blue shirt and went in to wash.

After coming out of the bathroom, Haruko was clean and energetic again.

She was thinking about his garden, and couldn't wait to get out of the villa and run there in the direction she remembered.

Luo Chao was born very early, he took advantage of Wen Qing's natural waking time, rushed to Luo's for a morning meeting, and then hurried home.

A subordinate saw his circle of friends last night and joked with a smile: "Is Xiao Luo always in a hurry to go home for breakfast?"

Luo Chaosheng replied calmly: "Almost, I am in a hurry to go back and make breakfast for my wife."

The French subordinates were stunned on the spot by the traditional virtues of their superiors.

Frank smiled and gave him a look: "Just get used to it, just get used to it."

He has seen this kind of thing a lot in Shanghai, and his jaw dropped from shock at the beginning to the fact that he is used to seeing it now.

Luo Chaosheng didn't expect Wen Qing to wake up so early.

In France, it is only six o'clock in the morning.

But there was no one in the room.

He looked around in confusion, and finally saw his little wife in the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The little girl was only wearing his shirt, and the light blue cloth wrapped her fair and delicate body, her sleeves were half rolled up, revealing two white lotus arms.

The little girl showed her long legs, happily running around in the garden he planted for her, lowering her head from time to time, sniffing the fragrance of the flowers.

The sun cast a small spot of light on the tip of her upturned nose, Wen Qing wrinkled her nose, her seaweed-like long black curly hair was casually pinned behind her ears, floating slightly with her movements.

She is like an elf growing out of a sea of ​​flowers all over the sky, beautiful and bright.

Luo Chaosheng quietly watched Wen Qing's scene by the window for a while, smelling flowers one by one like a bee gathering honey, then rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen with his lips hooked.

When Wen Qing came back, she brought another large bouquet of roses in her hand, and happily filled every vase in the villa.

The house decorated in cool tones and simple style also showed a bit of vitality because of her arrival.

When Luo Chaosheng came out with the fried steak, Wen Qing had already sat down at the dining table very consciously, and Bai Shengsheng leaned on his face with his small hands, looking at him with smiling eyes.

"Businessman, I took your shirt again, what do you want me to exchange this time?"

The little girl's voice was very soft, with a deep smile, obviously she was joking with the two of them.

Luo Chaosheng put the steak and tableware in front of her, and he cooperated very well. He looked her up and down, and replied gently: "Would you like to exchange the rest of your life?"

Wen Qing blinked, her palm-sized face was lively and playful, as if she was really thinking, she spoke slowly: "But I'm hard to raise, do you really want to?"

Luo Chaosheng had already cut the steak on his plate. He got up and switched the plates between the two of them. Hearing this, he looked at Wen Qing seriously, and said solemnly, "As long as you want, I will support you forever."

Wen Qing smiled with two dimples, lowered her eyes and began to happily enjoy the delicious food that was almost directly fed into her mouth.

The new clothes were delivered quickly, and Wen Qing happily changed into a brand new little skirt.

Luo Chaosheng insisted on bringing her to work together, but Wen Qing couldn't resist him, so she followed.

The French are more casual than the Chinese, and Wen Qing was relieved that the two of them didn't receive as much attention as they did in Shanghai.

When Luo Chaosheng was working hard, she had nothing to do. After thinking about it, she went to learn how to grind coffee with his personal assistant.

When Luo Chaosheng finished processing the last order in the morning, Wen Qing happened to bring someone to deliver coffee to him.

Luo Chaosheng didn't think much about it, he did have the habit of drinking some coffee to refresh himself after he was busy, and took a sip in front of Wen Qing.

Then he frowned slightly.

"Jocks has become more and more careless recently, and he can't even do small things like making coffee well."

Yorkes was his personal assistant.

As you can tell by the name, he is a 1.8-meter-tall French man.

The smile on Wen Qing's face disappeared. This was the finished product that she could barely manage after three failed attempts.

As a result... she may not be as strong as a strong man.

Wen Qing was unhappy, and took the coffee away with her mouth flattened: "If you don't like it, don't drink it."

She wanted to pour the coffee away, and she didn't want to hurt the burly French man outside who was polite and warm to her.

"I ground the coffee. It has nothing to do with your assistant. Don't blame him."

Luo Chaosheng, who was gargling with soda water, heard that he had choked on the soda water, and hurried over to stop Wen Qing who was about to pour coffee.

In front of the little girl's angry face, he grabbed her hand and brought the coffee cup to his lips and took another sip.

Wen Qing: "?"

Luo Chaosheng's expression was serious: "After tasting it carefully, I found that although the entrance of this cup of coffee is astringent, the aftertaste is relatively mellow, especially the aftertaste, which has a strong..."

"Ah Luo." Wen Qing interrupted his words with a look of reluctance, her ears turned red again, she whispered.

"Actually, I tasted the coffee before sending it over, and it was really bad..."

Luo Chaosheng, who had just typed out a [-]-word rainbow composition in his heart, was about to express his desire to survive: "..."

He looked at Wen Qing with complicated eyes, and the scene fell into a strange silence for a while.

After a long time, when Wen Qing was secretly laughing, he gently pulled her into his arms, let out a heavy breath under her teasing gaze, and rubbed her hair.

Sighing authentically: "In the future, things like catering will be left to me."

There is a secret that he has kept in his heart for a long time without telling her.

The last time at Luoshi in Shanghai, Wen Qing went to deliver porridge to him, but the shrimp in the porridge... more than half were not cooked.

Like opening a blind box, he resisted and ate half a bowl. From then on, he silently swore in his heart that he was still the one to do the cooking.

As for Qingqing... She'd better wait and eat.

Love is tolerance, tolerance, unhesitating maintenance, and blatant preference.

(End of this chapter)