A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

When he passed by the table of the two of them, the vicissitudes of life with a little bit of emotion and laughter slipped out of his throat tremblingly, allowing the two of them to hear every word clearly.

——“Whether it’s confession, love, or marriage proposal. Using roses is too common and uncreative. It’s not as beautiful as the flower language of Phalaenopsis. I think back then, the old man, I picked two Phalaenopsis from the side of the road, just like my old woman begged Marriage! Hey, I didn't know the language of flowers back then, but this flower has witnessed the relationship between me and my old lady. I hope it can bless you all!"

The old man returned to the counter and continued to entertain the guests who had just come in.

With blushing cheeks, Bao Jinghan turned his head and glanced at the counter. It just so happened that the old man also saw her gaze, and when he delivered a piece of milk coffee to the customer, he did not forget to cast a kind and compassionate look at Bao Jinghan's little daughter. glance.

At this time, Lu Yan was holding the small flower with a light purple heart and an inexplicable shape that looked less gorgeous than roses, no fragrance of lilies, no hydrangea clusters, no grace of peonies, and no red plums. The end of the nose sniffed.

"What is the word of this flower?"

Hearing this, Bao Jinghan was silent again for a moment, blushing but trying to maintain his composure, and replied that he didn't know.

But Lu Yan took it as a matter of fact, took out her mobile phone and went directly to Baidu.

Until that line of small words came into view.

Lu Yan's finger holding the little flower tightened slightly.

There was also a shallow smile on his lips.

The eyes looking at that little flower gradually become soft and deep, keeping secret!

——I love you, happiness misses you.

Reciting that beautiful sentence silently in her heart, Lu Yan stretched out her hand and handed the flowers to her hand. At the same time, she picked up the cake in front of her. Like Bao Jinghan's gesture, she lowered her voice so that only she could hear it.

"I have received your wish. Right now, I will also borrow flowers to offer Buddha. This is what I want to tell you the most at this moment. Bo Jinghan, do you accept it?"

The heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

When Bao Jinghan reached out to take the Phalaenopsis in his hand, their palms touched lightly.

The scorching temperature has long been familiar with each other.

However, Bao Jinghan felt a strange feeling for the first time.

She felt as if the palm of her hand had been struck by an electric current, and the tingling sensation slipped into her heart all at once.

It seemed that even the heart was about to stop beating!

My heart is very sweet.

That sweet feeling gradually diffused into every cell from the bottom of my heart.

It can be said that this unprecedented sweetness slowly fermented surprised her, but also intoxicated her long-closed heart.

It feels—good!

However, the flattering Bo kitten has been arrogant for a long time.

Holding a small flower, he twirled the branch with his fingertips, and said angrily: "Over the years, there have been many people who gave me flowers. , gave me a pot, the high-grade peony that I have been looking for for my grandfather. Only you, Master Lu... you want to send me that Phalaenopsis? If I want to accept it, I will give you a bouquet anyway!"

"Ah-"

Seeing her charming appearance with winking eyes, Lu Yan stretched out his hand to snatch the flowers in her hand, "Okay, this time it doesn't count, next time I will propose with a bouquet. Remember what you said, don't Lie!"

"Hey! If you send it out, is there any reason to take it back?"

With a slight smile, Bao Jinghan swept the petals at Lu Yan and stretched out his hand, winking slightly and said: "This is mine, don't try to play tricks!"