Chapter 1793 (2/2)
”You're right, that's what Miss Ben is!”
”You? kind? You threaten me with so many people. You mean it! ”
”I don't like ink. It's really boring to circle with you here. So, this method is the easiest and direct, you see, I didn't hurt you. White lily, sunflower, dry cotton all give me a little bit, packaging a bit better. ”
The other side of the party to help her to pack, she left contentedly, also ordered the people below, every three days to buy the same bouquet back to keep, but also to the balcony flowers water.
Every day, I will send some fresh ingredients to come here, afraid that ink right will come back suddenly. I will feel bad when I see the refrigerator empty and my family is not angry at all.
In any case, he has some reason to become the present.
Hal was playing by the question and just hit herself and Mo Quan alone, so she had to take charge of it.
It's just a simple friendship, nothing else.
Holding a sunflower, she returned to her private estate, and Mo Quan was standing in front of the window and looking at the bleak scenery outside.
”What are you looking at?”
”It's cold, thinking about when it snows in Manton.”
”It's not easy. I'll have a snow scene for you in minutes if you want it.”
Georgina said that she can do it.Mo Quan has no choice but to smile. It's true that money can make ghosts move the mill. It's hard to walk without money.
She saw the bitter smile of his mouth, some heartache, and took the initiative to pass the flowers in the past.
”This is my first time to send flowers to someone. Please keep them.”
”For me?”
”Yes, sunflowers, but why do you like sunflowers?”
”Do you know what the flower language of sunflower is?”
”Silent love?” she thought? Do you have a girl you like
Her heart thumped for a moment. I don't know why. When she asked about this, her heart felt very uncomfortable.
He didn't lift his eyes to her eyes, but looked at the sunflower attentively, opening extremely brilliant.
”It has another flowery language: pride, faith, brilliance, admiration Loyalty. ”
The last one is what he really wants to express.
Not all feelings are related to love. There is also a different kind of friendship between father and son.
He had not been fettered by other feelings in his whole life. He had devoted himself to Mulder, but he was ruined in the end.
She felt a little heavy when she heard his low husky voice.
I have seen Mo Quan before. He always looks like a villain who is determined to get it. He will be complacent, gloat and fall into trouble.
But never now, lifeless and lifeless.
Seems to have lost all confidence in life.
She looked extremely uncomfortable, she did not like the Mo Quan before, but also absolutely did not like him now.
As if a person, lost all the idea of living, like a walking corpse, every day seems to be in order to complete the task, from dawn to dark, day after day waiting for the arrival of the next day, until the end of life.
She originally thought that Gu Xi came to see him, and they drank wine and laughed like nobody else. The matter was over. It seemed that Mo Quan could not bear the blow.
”Can you stop being like this, the world is still beautiful, why do you feel so sad for someone who is not worth it?”