Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 1959 The Treasure of the Great Treasure

"Master..." Dabao's eyes flickered, but his attitude revealed a sense of alienation.

Zhao Wanru worried about gain and loss, her eyes fell on the pot of epiphyllum.

Suddenly, the epiphyllum bloomed, holy and beautiful, but only for a short time, like fireworks, beautiful but unstoppable.

Zhao Wanru stretched out her hand to pick off the flower, and picked it off before the flower withered.

"Master!" Dabao disagreed with such a move, but it was too late.

Zhao Wanru's eyes were burning: "Dabao, I will get whatever I like!"

Dabao took a step back and opened a distance.

But at this moment Zhao Wanru stepped forward boldly: "Dabao, you also know my current situation, don't you?"

Zhao Wanru showed a wry smile: "I'm like this epiphyllum, and the years I can still be beautiful are getting fewer and fewer, but your majesty has not come for a long time. I wait and wait, and I will wither."

Zhao Wanru handed over the plucked epiphyllum: "Pick it off before it withers, and if it dries, it can last longer, right? Why wait for it to wither?"

"Dabao, why don't you pick the flowers?"

Her eyes were too hot, and the meaning in her words was to say that she is the flower, and when the flower blooms, it is waiting for Dabao to pick it off and dry it carefully, so as to preserve her beauty.

Dabao pretended not to understand and scratched his head.

Zhao Wanru sneered: "You are an honest person, you don't even know how to lie, look at your eyes, they flicker left and right, you clearly understood what I said."

Zhao Wanru stepped forward again, this time with a big step, shortening the distance between the two of them.

She forced the epiphyllum in her hand into Dabao's arms, "Dabao, it's so beautiful, don't you want it?"

"Master..." Dabao gently held up the flower in his hand, his eyes were full of love and respect, "It's so beautiful, Dabao doesn't deserve it."

The loss and inferiority in Dabao's eyes replaced the pity and cherishment. With a sigh, he squatted down, put the flower on the soil, and took a few steps back to distance himself from Zhao Wanru again.

"It's so beautiful, if it stays in the soil, it can bloom again in the coming year."

"It's dried and preserved, but it can no longer be fresh and beautiful."

"What I can give is too little..."

He turned around, strode forward, and ran away in a panic.

Zhao Wanru watched anxiously, but did not chase after her.

She clearly saw the inferiority complex in Dabao's eyes, as well as the preciousness in Dabao's eyes.

She had never seen such a precious look in the eyes of any man.

It moved her and made her feel bitter.

Such a beautiful man, like the wind and picturesque, is also like that delicate flower.

How nice it would be to protect him all the time.

Ah Chou stood beside Zhao Wanru at some point, seeing Zhao Wanru lost in thought, she called softly: "Master."

Zhao Wanru came back to her senses, she looked at Ah Chou.

"Ah Chou, what do you think of Dabao?"

A Chou asked blankly, "Da Bao?"

It seems to think of something: "Is it sweeping the floor?"

"It's Dabao!" Zhao Wanru said coldly, "Don't tell him to sweep the floor!"

A Chou said awkwardly: "A Chou is used to it."

Ah Chou lowered his eyes, and a look of indifference flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Wanru looked at the direction where Dabao had just left, and said softly: "If he hadn't been framed, he might have become the number one scholar, he might have become an official, he might have a bright future, and he wouldn't be wasting years here, doing sweeping the floor. things."

Ah Chou sighed: "This is fate, it's only because of his suffering."

Life!Zhao Wanru's eyes became gloomy: "If he is destined to suffer, I will help him change his fate! Do you know what happened to those who framed him back then?"

(End of this chapter)