Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 135 I have you in my heart, you never know
Wen Qing was so frightened that she couldn't believe that this kind of words came from her mouth, but it was true.

Tong En's brain circuit is very straightforward. She really thought that Luo Chaosheng was simply saying that Wen Qing was tired of the food at home. She thought that Wen Qing's house was the same as hers, and hired a servant to cook. road.

"If you're tired of the current chef's skills, let's change to another one. It's not too difficult. As long as you have money these days, why don't you worry about finding a suitable cook?"

Wen Qing was so frightened that her heart was in her throat. While screaming rationally, her mind instantly calmed down.

She was sure that her A Luo must be angry, his ambiguous words were not dishonest, they were clearly pointing at her!
Under the stress response, Wen Jiaqing Qingzi once again triggered the witty words skill, and said a word in a gentle and flattering way, full of a strong desire to survive.

"No, no, the food at home is the best! I'm not in a hurry to come out to eat this meal, I just don't want the cook to work too hard."

"Alo..."

Wen Qing carefully grabbed Luo Chaosheng's sleeve, tugged it slightly, pursed her lips, and looked at him with a pair of watery almond eyes, which were full of apology.

"I……"

"eat first."

Luo Chaosheng interrupted her quietly.

No matter how nervous Tong En was, she could see that something was wrong between the two of them. It just so happened that the cook brought over the menu at this time. Wen Qing always remembered that she was the one who invited Sister Tong to eat this meal, so she immediately gave her the details. Introduced the dishes here.

Tong En's attention was indeed easily diverted, and he quickly forgot the strange feeling just now, and concentrated on studying the menu.

In the end, Sister Tong finalized four dishes, namely roast suckling pig, barbecued pork, steamed Dong Xingban and boiled shrimp. The dessert after the meal was stewed snow clams with papaya.

The boiled shrimp needs to be peeled, and the store thoughtfully sent disposable gloves.

Tong En had just put on gloves for himself, and Luo Chaosheng had skillfully peeled a piece of shrimp meat and threw it directly into Wen Qing's bowl.

Tong En was stunned by his natural operation. She looked at Wen Qing, with envy flashing unconsciously in her eyes.

This is the life a married woman should live, alas, I don't know when she will have such a day.

Wen Qing has long been used to not doing it herself when encountering shellfish, and Luo Chaosheng is angry with her, so she won't make a fuss about such a trivial matter.

That's it, here Luo Chao was peeled, and Wen Qing ate it. In the blink of an eye, Wen Qing had already eaten three pieces of shrimp meat, while the poor sister Tong at the other end had only one piece.

"Hey, I said you two are enough! Are you treating me to dinner today, or are you treating me to dog food? Don't provoke me as a single mother, okay?"

Can't bear it, no need to bear it anymore!

Tong En complained without hesitation.

Wen Qing never thought that such a small matter could irritate Sister Tong, she blushed a little at what she said, and felt a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, she gave Luo Chaosheng two more peeled shrimps in the bowl.

"Alo, don't worry about me, I can skin myself."

Luo Chaosheng glanced at her indifferently, took off the gloves on his hands, picked up the chopsticks and ate the piece of shrimp that Wen Qing returned to him.

On the other side, Wen Qing also wore gloves. Unlike Luo Chaosheng, who was quick and quick, she peeled shrimp very clumsily, and it seemed that she didn't do it often.

After finally peeling off two shrimps that were not very complete, she hesitated and threw one into Sister Tong's bowl.

Sister Tong was overwhelmed with flattery: "Woooooh, Xiao Qingqing, you are the best for me. Meow, if I were a man, I would marry you no matter what!"

Wen Qing smiled shyly, a little embarrassed.

Luo Chaosheng laughed suddenly, as if it was just a joke, but Wen Qing felt cold all over, and decisively threw another shrimp into his bowl.

She whispered pitifully: "Ah Luo, don't be angry."

Luo Chaosheng fiddled with the incomplete shrimp with his chopsticks in distaste, and said in a calm tone, "I'm not angry. Everyone has the past, and everyone has the right to recall the past. I just suffer because I don't have it. It's me. I can't blame others for my own choice, so I have nothing to be angry about."

Wen Qing: "..."

Tong En immediately heard the implication of his words. No matter how stupid she was, she knew that the couple would probably have a little friction today.

Immediately, Sister Tong bowed her head in a sensible manner and started to eat like crazy, eat, eat, eat desperately, and she would withdraw when she was full, saying that she would not participate in the housework of the two of them!

In fact, the taste of this Cantonese cuisine is really good, but unfortunately, the three people present have their own concerns, and no one has a good taste of those delicious ingredients.

Almost as soon as she was full, sister Tong couldn't wait to run away from the two people who made her feel so depressed, on the grounds that she still had a job.

Before sending her away, Wen Qing held her hand tightly, her eyes filled with pleading for help.

Don't go, take me with you if you want to go.

Under Luo Chaosheng's gentle gaze, Sister Tong smiled and pushed her hand away.

Ask yourself to be blessed, Xiao Qingqing, the enemy is too coercive, sister, I can't help you.

Wen Qing: "..."

For some reason, Luo Chaosheng didn't show any signs of displeasure, but she still felt stressed, so after seeing off Sister Tong, she didn't return to the co-pilot, but chose to sit in the back seat.

Luo Chaosheng glanced at her thoughtfully from the rearview mirror: "Do you like it there?"

Wen Qing can't be picky about the car seat, but her mental quality is too low now, and she can't bear the pressure of sitting next to Luo Chaosheng.

So she responded with a dry laugh: "Well, it's spacious."

Luo Chaosheng smiled lightly and didn't speak again.

Until they returned to the inner courtyard of Luo's villa, there was a strange but calm silence between the two of them.

This is actually a very normal phenomenon, Wen Qing rarely talked to him while driving, for fear of distracting him.

But when she got out of the car, Wen Qing began to feel that there was something wrong.

Luo Chaosheng got out of the car first, and opened the door of the rear seat. Wen Qing originally wanted to go in the direction he opened the door, but after he opened the door, she didn't get out of the way, but bent over and got into the back seat.

Wen Qing: "?"

She looked at Luo Chaosheng blankly, not understanding what he meant.

"Qingqing, let's talk."

Luo Chaosheng looked at her tenderly, his dark pupils concealed emotions that people couldn't see through: "If we meet again someday, how should I congratulate you, with silence, with tears. This is Byron's poem to commemorate the lost love .”

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, she never expected that he would launch an attack at this time.

Luo Chaosheng still looked at her very gently: "Qingqing, who are you missing when you recite this poem?"

Wen Qing opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer, she really did something stupid today, and now it seems that no matter how she answers it is a proposition.

She drooped her shoulders dejectedly and lowered her eyes, like a child who has done something wrong, not daring to look at him.

Luo Chaosheng moved closer to her, his tone still gentle: "Qingqing, if you regret being with me, you can just say so."

He sighed softly, mixed with countless sorrows: "I am not like you, who graduated from a place full of romance like film school, I am a businessman who studies finance and trade, and my mind is full of money and money. Benefits, where do you know what poetry."

"If you really start to miss your past, miss your five years, you can tell me directly that I am not a stalker, as long as you make your demands clear, maybe I will give you your freedom... "

Luo Chaosheng looked at Wen Qing tenderly, but behind the warm eyes was a cold and distorted storm.

The words "maybe" need to be put in quotation marks. If she really dared to talk to him like that, he would immediately pack her up and take her back to France without stopping!She really turned against her, and dared to miss her ex in front of him in this sad spring and autumn.

"Alo, don't do this."

Wen Qing didn't know what was going on in his heart, she only heard his words full of disappointment, his tone was so gentle, but her heart ached when she heard it.

It's all her fault, she's crazy, isn't she, what kind of poetry is she talking about today... poetry?
Wen Qing suddenly realized, raised her head, and grabbed Luo Chaosheng's hand under Luo Chaosheng's gentle gaze.

She said eagerly: "Ah Luo, I like many poets, not only Byron, but also by Yu Xiuhua."

"Yu Xiuhua?"

Hearing this name suddenly, a strange color flashed in Luo Chaosheng's eyes.

He pursed his lower lip, and looked at Wen Qing faintly: "Where did you hear this name?"

With pitiful eyes shining, Wen Qing whispered, "You taught me."

"Oh, is that so?" Luo Chaosheng lowered his eyes, his tone light and light: "Why don't I remember, it happened a long time ago, right?"

Wen Qing bit her lip, suddenly realized something, and looked at him in surprise, with sudden realization, remorse, and a little... shyness in her eyes.

"Well, it's been a while."

She looked at him and answered softly.

Luo Chaosheng moved closer to her, and asked with a smile, "How old were you then?"

Wen Qing couldn't help stepping back a little bit, and said softly: "...16 years old."

"16 years old, what a good age." Luo Chaosheng smiled lightly, with a look of nostalgia on his face, he raised his eyes to Wen Qing again, and asked her gently.

"Qingqing, why do you think I taught you this?"

It was just now that Wen Qing had a flash of inspiration to understand this question. She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, her ears were bright red, and she avoided looking at him.

"I... I don't know... I really didn't know at the time..."

She covered her face in shame, not daring to look at him.

"Don't you know?" Luo Chaosheng approached Wen Qing again, and Wen Qing retreated helplessly until her back touched the car body, and she had no room to move.

Luo Chaosheng approached again, so close that the two of them were almost stuck together. He moved her hand covering her face away, but saw that her eyes were still closed tightly. He suppressed all his smiles and looked at her expressionlessly. to her.

"Since you said you didn't know, why don't you dare to look at me now?"

There was a little coldness in his tone, and he gave an order suddenly.

"Qingqing, look at me."

Wen Qing didn't listen to him, but tried to hide back again.

Too bad there wasn't any space behind her, so she just huddled herself in a futile little ball.

"Alo, I was wrong..."

Luo Chaosheng laughed angrily at her cowardly appearance, he leaned into her ear and asked softly, "Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Qing dared not speak.

He smiled softly: "Little liar, you obviously already know."

In Wen Qing's crouching posture, he hugged her into his arms gently but not allowing the other party to resist.

"Qingqing, you were pre-ordered by me when you were 16 years old. I have spent so much time growing up with you. Tell me why you are so hard to think about it, why do you have to like others? Huh?"

How dare Wen Qing speak, she dare not!
She dared not even move.

Luo Chaosheng went to kiss her lips that were bitten out of small tooth marks because of panic.

"Relax, Qingqing, you know, I won't hurt you."

Wen Qing finally opened her eyes pitifully, with puddles of water in her almond eyes, she looked at him without crying: "Ah Luo, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

Luo Chaosheng put his hand into her skirt: "Knowing your mistake is not enough, Qingqing, you have to be obedient, and let me see your attitude of admitting your mistake."

Wen Qing flinched, and grabbed his hand with a blushing face, not letting him go any further: "Shall we go back to the room?"

Luo Chaosheng looked at her lightly, curled his lips into a smile, and his eyes were warm: "But I like this place."

Wen Qing looked at him pitifully, Luo Chaosheng was unmoved, with a palpitating smile on his lips all the time.

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, and finally let go of her hand, and closed her eyes in resignation, Luo Chaosheng ordered her: "Don't close your eyes, I want you to look at me!"

Wen Qing's ears turned red again in an instant, but she had no choice but to open her eyes pitifully and look at him watery.

……

So when Xiao Qingqing was 16 years old, what poems did Aluo teach her?
In fact, he is not a businessman whose mind is only on economy and trade, as he said, and even in literature and art, he dabbles in more and more extensively than Wen Qing.

When Wen Qing was 16 years old, Luo Chaosheng.

At that time, her Chinese performance was not very good, especially in composition, she was in a mess.

Luo Chaosheng couldn't see it, and one day he suddenly brought her a collection of modern poetry.

Wen Qing can't remember what that collection of poems looked like, but she seems to be vaguely able to remember the voice of her A Luo when she taught her to read poems, it was gentle and gentle, like a fine song in spring Rain, just listening to it, feels like a kind of enjoyment.

He has always been patient with her, even if she is very playful, he always has various ways to restrain her.

There are really too many poems he read to her, but the one that really left her in memory, and it can even be said to be deep in her memory, was a short three-character sentence by Yu Xiuhua.

"I have a pagoda in my heart, and I never turn it around.

I have cassocks in my heart, and I never wear them.

I have you in my heart, you never know. "

Since she was young and didn't know it, she was still ignorant, so how could she understand his tender and secret thoughts.

Allo, allo, her allo...

I have you in my heart, you never know.

A tear suddenly fell from the corner of Wen Qing's eyes, Luo Chaosheng paused, a look of stupefaction flashed across his face, and asked her in a warm voice: "Did it hurt you?"

Wen Qing shook her head, hugged his waist, buried her face in his shoulder, choked up and said, "Ah Luo, I love you, I really love you."

Luo Chaosheng seemed to be smiling, but it seemed to be just a gentle gasp.

He looked at the little girl in his arms, with deep tenderness flowing in his eyes, and under her tearful gaze, he held her face and gently kissed away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "Okay... I see."

"Hey, don't cry."

(End of this chapter)