Ji Shao, he is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 168
"Are you concerned about my physical condition?" Ji Mo paused slightly, with a smile in his voice.

Qi Shaoqin snorted, "Who cares about you! I'm quite surprised that you, a seriously ill person, can move me. Didn't you mock me earlier than Qi Xinyuan and Tan Yirou!"

Ji Mo resumed his previous foot speed and was not answering the phone.

Qi Shaoqin didn't take the initiative to talk to Ji Mo either.

A breeze came from the side, and the sick man blocked it for her.

She looked sideways with the fragrance that accompanied the breeze.

On both sides of the road, a large area of ​​tea plums looks very spectacular.

Qi Shaoqin couldn't help exclaiming: "What a beautiful tea plum!"

"Well, most of the well-known gardens and parks in our country, as well as the tea plum potted plants in the hotel, are cultivated here." Ji Mo said lightly.

Qi Shaoqin looked intently, and saw that the petals of these tea plums were oval, with fine serrations on the edges, of different sizes, and the colors were light and beautiful.

Her family once planted several pots of sasanqua, which were planted when her mother was alive. Later, her mother passed away, and the sasanqua withered without taking care of it.

It has been many years since I saw such a beautiful camellia at close range, especially the endless sea of ​​camellia flowers in front of me, which is both spectacular and lingering aftertaste.

Qi Shaoqin's anger and dissatisfaction due to his empty stomach dissipated in an instant.

She suddenly felt that this road didn't seem so bad anymore.

Curving the corners of his lips, Qi Shaoqin asked: "Sick Yangzi, did you choose to go this way because you knew there was a piece of camellia here?"

Ji Mo said: "It's a slap in the face, it seems that you like Chamei very much."

"Of course I like it!" She didn't tell Ji Mo the reason for liking it.

Even the application to discuss marriage with her was mistaken.

Her favorite flower is the fiery, delicate rose.

After her mother passed away, and after the two pots of tea plums withered, she no longer had any interest in admiring flowers and plants.

But, until today, after seeing so many tea plums, she realized that she likes flowers in her heart.

Is there any woman who doesn't like flowers?

The flower language of red tea plum is: elegance and humility.

The flower language of white tea plum is: ideal love.

Her mother, as elegant and modest as a tea plum, was just the ideal love she longed for, but she gave it wrong in the end.

I will definitely not follow my mother's old path, definitely not!
"Go 200 meters ahead and we will be there." Ji Mo said.

Qi Shaoqin saw someone walking by not far away, she suddenly thought of something, and said to Ji Mo, "Put me down."

Ji Mo didn't ask why, and leaned over to put her down.

Qi Shaoqin tidied up the folds on the skirt, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted a lot of plaster on Ji Mo's light beige sports suit. When he lowered his head, his white skirt was also dusty.

She glanced at Ji Mo secretly, and saw that he didn't seem to notice anything.

Qi Shaoqin cleared his throat and said, "Well, what should I do when I go back? I can't let you carry me back, can I?"

When Ji Mo heard her ask this question, he gave her a strange look, and said, "You really think beautifully."

Qi Shaoqin complained: "Who told you not to drive! Go back the same way, it's so far! Even if you have enough food, you will be very tired after walking so much, okay?"

"You're full when you go back, I can't carry it." Ji Mo said helplessly.

Qi Shaoqin was annoyed: "You!!"

You won’t gain much weight if you are full or not, okay?

The speaker really doesn't like to listen to this sick young man.

(End of this chapter)