Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1720 Rose Manor (26)

Scaring myself, no one can scare me like this.

Old man Liu chuckled and shook his head, "How can there be ghosts in this world?"

"Xiao Zhang, take care of yourself."

He squatted down and put the fat big cat down.

The cat quickly got into the bushes.

Inside the flowers, there was a familiar rustling sound.

That's the sound of cats running around. Who is there?

The servant who scared him didn't speak anymore, completely ashamed.

However, after his doubts were dispelled, he was not so afraid.

Now when he saw the rustling of the flowers on the other side, he began to see it as normal.

He just muttered: "It's that stinky cat again..."

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The big fat cat that got into the flower thorns quickly got into the flower bushes and stretched out.

Bounce and roll in it.

Humming, humming, as if with a purpose, he headed towards a certain direction in the depths.

"Meow~"

It raised its dirty paws and patted the dew-stained rose.

The tiny rays of light that seemed to be resting in the rose were caught off guard.

Floating in mid-air, soundless.

"Meow~"

The cat meowed again, and the big round eyes seemed to be able to see the magical gleam.

But the beautiful and glamorous person did not show up.

Only a rose with spikes next to it bent down, pushing it as if consciously, signaling it to stop making noise.

"Meow~"

The cat is very spiritual, and when pushed away, it ran away at once.

Shuttle in the flowers again, jumping around.

Very much enjoyed it.

And the disturbed star light slowly fell among the flowers.

Hiding among the delicate and safe stamens, it seems to have fallen asleep again.

Extra lazy.

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Mr. Qiao came to see Huahai again, and this time he was still alone, walking slowly downstairs with a cane.

There are stairs at the back of the villa, and after going down a few steps, you can reach the sea of ​​flowers all over the ground.

Looking from afar, there is no end in sight.

The thin mist in the early morning shrouded this fairyland hazily, like a Utopian paradise, with an indescribable sense of illusion.

Like a mirror in water, it shatters when touched.

Since it rained a few days ago, Mr. Qiao rarely came down.

Even if he came down, he never came here again.

Today the sun is good, maybe it was a whim, and he came again.

A person, staggering, came to this place quietly.

Early in the morning, there were servants cleaning and gardeners watering the sea of ​​flowers.

The roses who have just woken up from sleep are looking up comfortably to welcome the warm sunshine in the morning.

The cold dew accumulated in the night is crystal clear, dotted on the branches and leaves, reflecting the rising sun in the sky.

I can vaguely see the rainbow light, soft and clean.

Mr. Qiao, who got up early, stood there without speaking.

Quietly looking at this vast sea of ​​flowers, seems to be a little lost in thought.

The clear morning sun shone on his warm and white face, as if dispelling some of the innate coolness in him.

The figure is thin and beautiful, and the joints are white and distinct.

The eyebrows are gentle, but the eyes are very light. Looking at this beautiful scenery lightly, I don't know what I'm thinking.

A servant passed by, saw him, and subconsciously bowed slightly.

He didn't respond, his extremely dark eyes were still quietly watching the flowers, his whole body was like a sculpture.

Very silent.

(End of this chapter)