obsessed with love

Chapter 85
The mobile phone is at hand, and the employee's address book is on the file shelf in front of him. Qiao Anming only needs to make a phone call to know Du Ruo's situation.But the reason is still clear, knowing that I can't do it!
In the past few days, he thought of the scene of hugging Du Ruo out of the hotel room countless times, recalled his inner thoughts countless times, and convinced himself countless times that his impulsive behavior that day was just out of a boss's necessary concern for employees!

If that person was replaced by someone else, anyone, he would still rush back to the hotel to take her away!
It should be like this. Qiao Anming rubbed his swollen temples and forced himself to turn on the computer. On the desktop was the itinerary of the last week. Things.

Qiao Anming unbuttoned his coat and forced himself to devote himself to the mountainous work.

Saturday morning, the weather is fine.

It was almost noon when Qiao Anming returned to Chongshi, the concierge saw his car approaching from afar, and opened the remote control iron gate early.

Walking into the living room, Aunt Qin was inserting a bouquet of lilies into a vase. Seeing Qiao Anming walk in, she hurried up to meet him: "Master, are you back? Miss just woke up and is having breakfast in the dining room."

"Well. I'll go upstairs first."

He responded lightly, and took the simple luggage and computer he brought back upstairs. When he changed his clothes and came down, Gu Lan was already standing in the living room trimming the lilies that had just been inserted into the vase, and whispered softly to himself: "Oh, Aunt Qin, I've told you many times that you need to cut off the root of the flower when you put it in the bottle. Why can't you remember!"

At that time, the morning sun was pouring into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She turned her face slightly, pinned her short hair behind her ears, and was wearing a white knitted skirt and a thick dark green wool shawl. Although her face was a little pale , but the warm sun of late autumn just happened to cast on her side face, so the pale complexion seemed to be covered with a layer of pale golden honey, exuding a somewhat lazy atmosphere.

The action of pruning the flower branches is also very meticulous. First, arrange the bouquet according to the layers, and then hold it in your hand, and cut it down with the scissors.

She has done this kind of thing many times, so the movements are natural and skillful. Finally, after all the flower branches are cut, she picks out some withered petals, tore them off one by one and throws them into the trash can at her feet, and finally she is satisfied. The perfect bouquet of flowers was placed in a vase.

This is also caused by her personality, and there is no room for flaws in her eyes.

Since she was born in a very good family and was protected by her father, Gu Lan didn't suffer much. What she saw and heard in her eyes was the most beautiful in the world. Later, she married Qiao Anming, and there was another person who loved her. Over the past few years, Qiao Anming spoiled her perfectionist temperament even more, and she couldn't even tolerate the slightest trace of withering on the petals.

In her Gu Lan's world, everything must be the best, there is no "almost", no middle value!
Qiao Anming stood behind her all the time, patiently waiting for her to finish all this before walking over.

As soon as Gu Lan turned around, Qiao Anming was already standing beside her. Her originally quiet expression immediately turned into joy. She quickly put down the scissors and walked over. dead!"

"I've been standing here for quite a while, it's just that you were too serious to notice me." Qiao Anming responded gently, and the joy in the corners of Gu Lan's eyes grew stronger.

(End of this chapter)