Flowers bloom silently

Chapter 130

When dinner started, An Keer hadn't come downstairs yet, which made him very worried.

Because he loves her so much, he never told her that after the loss, the world wanted her. He wanted to give her a safe and comfortable life in his own way, but things backfired. This girl is not ordinary stubborn. The friend's reluctance and loyalty destroyed the protective layer he worked so hard to build.Character determines destiny, and it is doomed that things have developed to this point.An Ke'er had to face the cruel truth after all, and before Ming himself came to the door, there was nothing wrong with giving her a vaccination.

Butler Dai went upstairs to call An Keer for the second time, and when she finally came down, Cheng found that her eyes were slightly swollen, she must have cried.

"Are you okay?" He asked her who was seated.

An Keer nodded, raised her glass and took a sip of water.

Cheng didn't say anything else, all he had to do was to accompany her through the difficulties.

The dessert after the meal was ice cream, which Butler Dai said was made by Yang Xueer herself.Cheng was surprised and praised her for her dexterity.

Yang Xueer, who was praised, was a little smug. She recently went to a cooking class, and after a lot of hard work, she was finally able to make some decent things and show them to others.

"Shall I make supper for everyone tonight?" It makes sense to catch a man's heart first by grabbing his stomach.The things made by An Keer are not on the table, but because of their good taste, the four brothers of the LE family eat them happily.The impact of the pornographic news was expected, but those abuses failed to defeat An Keer who was as tenacious as Xiaoqiang, so Yang Xueer decided to change her strategy.

Uh-
Although the ice cream tastes good, cooking is another matter. Cheng, who is very picky, is not very willing to make fun of his stomach.

But Yang Xue'er kept looking at him pleadingly with starry eyes, and he reluctantly gave this young lady a chance to show up on a whim.

"Okay, let Ke'er rest for the night, you have to do it well, if it's too bad, I'll be hungry at night."

"Well, I will work hard!" Yang Xueer said with a smile.

An Keer put the last sip of ice cream in the cup into her mouth, and looked at Yang Xueer casually. The other party's complacent look really made her hard to understand-it's easy to make a midnight snack, but it's difficult to do it every day, and let Those who eat are satisfied.How can a rich lady who never cooks do anything?
Yang Xueer doesn't think so, she thinks that as long as she can do well once, it's enough, she wants to show that she is also very capable and virtuous, and she wants to consolidate her image in Cheng's heart.With her status, everyone knew that she couldn't cook every day.

... After dinner, Cheng went for a walk in the garden, and Yang Xueer followed him idly. Recently, she was always very clingy, and Cheng seemed to have gradually gotten used to it, and was happy to chat with her.

Looking at the man and woman walking along the garden path through the floor-to-ceiling windows, An Keer lightly pursed her cherry lips - it seems that they are still impossible!
Dai Mengmeng entered the hall from the back door of the piano room, and walked to An Ke'er with a fresh-keeping box in her hand: "Ke'er, can I do you a favor?"

"Well, tell me." Anker glanced at the box, which contained sliced ​​figs.

"Zimo didn't come back for dinner tonight, so can you send him a box of figs? He doesn't really like to eat other than this kind of fruit." Dai Mengmeng said while handing the box to An Keer .

An Ke'er really wanted to know why Dai Mengmeng didn't send Zimo there in person, but she kept the question in her stomach.She took the fruit box: "How is Auntie? Are you feeling better?"

"I have a low-grade fever. I took the medicine and the fever went away. I'll be fine after two days of rest. Thank you for your concern!" Dai Mengmeng has to go there tomorrow morning. Xihe ordered a lot of things before leaving. Not much, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid that the other party's confession will not be handled properly when he comes back.

"That's good! I'll send this fruit right away, do you have anything else to do?" An Keer asked Dai Mengmeng before leaving.

"...Remember to ask Zimo to add more clothes at night. He often opens the door of the backyard to ventilate. It will be very cold at night." Dai Mengmeng confessed worriedly.

"Okay!" An Keer nodded, and rode down the mountain with Dai Mengmeng's concern for Zimo.

The door of the studio was closed, and An Keer rang the doorbell several times but no one responded, so she had to call Zimo.

"What's up?"

"I'll bring you some food for Mengmeng, are you not in the studio?"

"Oh, I'm here. Wait a minute, I'll open the door."

After waiting for a while, Zimo came to open the door.There are only a few small lights in the exhibition hall, which faintly illuminate the whole world.An Keer carefully avoided the paintings that were everywhere, and followed Zimo to the office.

Zimo turned on the fluorescent lamp in the office, and the gloomy office suddenly lit up like daytime.

"This is the water that Mengmeng asked me to bring to you." An Keer took out the box of cut figs from her bag and handed it to Zimo.

"Why doesn't she come by herself?" Zimo took the fruit box and sat down on the sofa.

"..." An Keer was about to answer Zimo's question, but she caught a glimpse of the floor-to-ceiling curtain in the small studio next to the office being opened from the inside, and she vaguely saw a pair of big brown eyes. "Uh, Milan is still there?"

"Hmm!" Zimo answered while opening the lid of the fresh-keeping box.

What are you doing sneaking around there?
An Keer couldn't help but glanced at the studio next door again, the curtains were closed again, and then she saw Milan coming out of the studio. Before she entered the office, she checked the sling on her body and straightened her chest. Crooked bow.

In the studio with the curtains drawn, Milan's small movements of arranging clothes can't help but let Anke's imagination run wild.

Ci Ao, she rang the doorbell for so long and didn't answer the door. Could it be that she was doing that kind of thing inside?

An Keer looked at Zimo in surprise, who just happened to look up at him, she couldn't help gnashing her teeth, and cursed inwardly: You bastard Zimo, you can't see it, you did something that I'm sorry for Mengmeng, no wonder people don't want to meet you.

Zimo seemed to understand the rich expression changes on An Keer's face, and he couldn't help but smile slightly with his thin lips: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." An Keer rolled her eyes and said angrily, then turned her back to him, "I'll go and see my flowers."

"Your flower?" Zimo put a piece of fig into his mouth and asked in confusion.

"Of course, the jasmine planted in that field is mine." An Keer snorted and told her not to worry, how could she rest assured, this female assistant named Milan didn't know what was going on in her heart all day long, who knew? Did she take good care of those delicate little flower seedlings?

"Hi Keer!" Milan walked into the office smiling like an angel, and greeted An Keer who was about to go out.

"Yeah!" An Keer responded lightly, passed by Milan, and went to the backyard.

(End of this chapter)