Chapter 253： I heard that I can only give it to one person in my life (1/2)
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Chi Huan pursed her lips without speaking.
”I think Miss Chi is still very young, less than twenty-two years old ... there should be no need to get married in a hurry, it is better to wait a few more years ...”
Chi Huan looked down and said lightly, ”Don't he disagree one day, we can't get married one day?”
Although she is not in a hurry to get married, it is not the same as not being in a hurry to marry.
For example, when falling in love with a man, he didn't develop into the stage of getting married, and made it clear to the man that unwillingness to marry is a completely different concept.
Wen Min held his goblet with his fingers and smiled softly, ”You can wait ...”
Chi Huan didn't understand what to wait for.
The man beside him sneered, ”Wait for him to die?”
…………
On the car back, Chi Huan looked at the streetlight outside the window through the glass of the window.
Snowflakes fell in the dim light, as beautiful as the pictures in the movie.
She leaned her head on his shoulders and closed her eyes as she smelled the trusting breath in him.
The thought murmured, I really hope to stay together forever like this.
Chi Huan was immersed in this sad sweetness, and the car stopped suddenly.
Shakespeare.
She opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar street outside, apparently not yet home. She sat upright and looked at the man who was lowering his seatbelt, and asked, ”What?”
Mo Shiqian glanced at her and said lightly, ”Buy something and wait for me in the car.”
”I'll go with you.”
The man's lips chuckled, and his eyes were doted by warm tones. ”It's cold outside, so sit in the car.”
Chi Huan looked at him, and said, ”Hurry up.”
”Ok.”
He pushed the car door and got out of the car. Chi Huan looked at his figure, slender and upright, and felt a sense of endless security at first glance, with snowflakes falling occasionally on his shoulder.
Chi Huan was sitting in the car, boringly guessing what he meant to buy when he parked ...
Because she rarely sees what he buys personally, and there are people in charge of clothes, daily necessities, or other things at home. Sometimes she goes shopping and makes up for what she needs.
Until ... he folded back with two flowers.
Bright red roses, handsome streets covered with snow, handsome deserted men.
Different, yet strange harmony.
In deep winter snow, it looks like a lens in a movie.
Mo Shiqian returned to the car and handed her the flower. ”Hold it, go back and replace it.”
Chi Huan, ”...”
She took the flower, and the expression on her face was inexplicable.
Mo Shiqian is a master of color inspection and sees that there is no ”joy” on her face. She frowns and asks, ”don't like it?”
Didn't she think it was a pity that the flowers withered?
If you don't like it, you will die.
Chi Huan bowed and smelled, Pi Xiaorou said without smiling, ”No, I just think that you can express the behavior of giving flowers in various simple ways, and it is also very rare.”
It was pulled out of the dish last time.
This time ... it's also simple, casual, living, and grounded.
Mo Shiqian, ”...”
He glanced at her, started the engine, and said faintly, ”Did you not die in the flowers that sadly hurt you early in the morning?”
Chi Huan poked her lips, how could she have sad spring and autumn, and the woman's mind in love, the straight man really did not understand.
She reached out and fiddled with it casually. ”But it will die too, shall I not be sad and hurt again?”
”Well, flowers will die.”