Quit pampering

There is a very tall osmanthus tree at the side door of Tanyuan. The Han family also has one. She grew up with Han Xiuya. After she married and came to Hong Kong City, Wen Zeshu planted another one specially in the Wen family to dote on his wife. That energy was known throughout the city.

When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in winter, Wen Ying can smell the strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus while sitting on the terrace of her room.

Wen Ying put down her phone after replying to the message, "I'm going to pick some sweet-scented osmanthus. Mommy said I'm going to make sweet-scented osmanthus soup. Just wait for me here."

Fu Yanlou put down the teacup and spoke calmly, "The Fu family doesn't have an osmanthus tree, and I haven't picked one either. Can I come with you to have a look?"

Wen Ying couldn't refuse, "Okay."

The wall of Tanyuan is not high, and heavy branches protrude from the wall. The golden petals fall to the ground, some of them have fallen for a long time and are crushed in the soil of the tree roots.

Wen Ying holds a flat basket made of bamboo in her hand. She wears mostly comfortable clothes at home, a loose goose-yellow sweater and cotton wide-leg pants, and wears cotton slippers, looking lazy, simple and gentle. dress up.

It’s just that the sleeves of the sweater are too long, almost covering the back of the hand.

The exposed skin is smooth and fair.

Those hands had made sobering tea for him a few days ago, so her hands were obviously so delicate.

She smiled at her and he would give her anything.

Fu Yanlou's eyes were filled with thousands of emotions, but only a trace of aftertaste was revealed. His voice was clear and soft, and the tone of every word was gentle and sweet, "I'll pick it, and you can continue below, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Ying used to ask servants to help hold down the branches. She enjoyed the process of picking flowers. Now that Fu Yanlou opened her mouth, it was natural.

Fu Yanlou grew very tall, and when he raised his hand, he lowered the branches. He picked the sweet-scented osmanthus with his other hand, and his posture was extremely relaxed.

Wen Ying used a flat basket to catch the sweet-scented osmanthus he picked with one hand, and he couldn't help picking it with the other hand.

After picking the sweet-scented osmanthus on this branch, he put it back and bent another branch.

Just like this, the sweet-scented osmanthus in the flat basket was quickly full.

Wen Ying glanced down and said, "Oh, that's enough."

Fu Yanlou let go of his hand, and the osmanthus branch was released and bounced back to its original position.

The sweet-scented osmanthus that had been picked but not picked clean could no longer hang on the branches and fell down with the wind. The two of them stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and were showered with petals.

Fu Yanlou will never forget this scene. She stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with a smile on her face. Her charming beauty made his soul tremble.

It also disturbed his soul.

Wen Ying didn't notice his eyes, but said happily with a smile on her face, "Let's go back. The osmanthus soup made by my mother is delicious."

A faint smile escaped from Fu Yanlou's throat, "Then I'm in a good mood today."

Wen Ying grabbed a handful of petals and put it under her nose and smelled it. It was very fragrant. She turned around and said, "Smell it too."

She had already raised her hand, and when her eyes met Fu Yanlou's dark eyes, Wen Ying realized that her behavior seemed a bit ambiguous.

Before she could take back her hand, Fu Yanlou had already lowered his head and smelled the flowers in her hand. While Wen Ying was still dazed, he nodded in agreement, "Yes, it smells very good."

Wen Ying threw the sweet-scented osmanthus back into the basket, turned around and walked forward.

Fu Yanlou suddenly called her, "Wen Ying."

Wen Ying stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yanlou stroked the top of her hair with his palm. Wen Ying saw a few petals in his hand, and suddenly realized, she touched her hair and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, let's go."

Wen Ying continued to move forward, and the wind blew up her hair. Fu Yanlou raised his hand and felt her hair passing through his fingers. He closed and loosened his fingers, but in the end he couldn't catch anything. Only a trace of fragrance is left.

He looked at her flying hair.

His expression at that moment was extremely forbearing.

Osmanthus flowers occasionally fall behind him, and he quietly licks his sorrow, carefully hiding his love. Only the wind knows how warm the temperature in his hands is.

Han Xiuya took the flat basket from Wen Ying and asked, "Yanlou, do you like less sweet or more sweet?" Fu Yanlou said, "less sweet."

In fact, he doesn't like sweets the most.

Han Xiuya wanted to show off her skills, "Okay, then I'll put in less sugar. Both Yingying and Xingyu like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus soup. You'll be rewarded later."

Han Xiuya walked to the kitchen. Wen Xingyu happened to be back home at this moment, so Wen Ying had an excuse to go back to his room.

Seeing her father come out of the study, Wen Ying stopped and put his hands behind his back, "Daddy, didn't you tell me to stay away from Mr. Fu at the beginning?"

Wen Zeshu patted her head and pretended to be stupid, "Is there any?"

"..." Wen Ying opened her eyes wide, "Yes, why not? You clearly said so."

Wen Zeshu smiled and said, "That's true, but Yanlou and Daddy still have a cooperative relationship. He is Daddy's guest."

This sounds like there is nothing wrong with it, but...

"Your mommy is going to make sweet-scented osmanthus soup. I'm going to see if there's anyone who needs help."

Wen Ying, "..."

Daddy's attitude is a bit strange. Is it her imagination?

To be honest, this was not the first time Wen Xingyu saw Fu Yanlou at home, but he did not expect that his mother ordered him to go home for dinner because of him, and had no choice but to ruin the appointment with his friends. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Fu , can you play games?"

The man wears a suit and tie, is handsome and noble, and may be very good at business, but when it comes to gaming, he doesn’t care?
Wen Zeshu came downstairs and happened to hear these words, "What game are you playing? Do you think Yanlou is the same as you? It's almost like learning from Yanlou Management Company."

Wen Xingyu curled his lips, and after his father entered the kitchen, he said, "My sister likes to play games."

Fu Yanlou looked at him carelessly, "Really? I can't tell."

Wen Xingyu chuckled, feeling slightly proud, "It seems you still don't know much about my sister."

Fu Yanlou asked casually, "What else does your sister like?"

"My sister likes..."

When Wen Xingyu said this, he suddenly paused. This man was trying to trick him. He was so unconcealed that he almost fell into his trap!

Fu Yanlou smiled like the breeze and the bright moon, as if he was not the one who set the trap.

Wen Xingyu raised his lips and smiled, "Mr. Fu, please play a few games with me. It's a duel between men."

Fu Yanlou nodded slightly, "Yes, but I don't know how to do it. You have to teach me first."

Wen Xingyu was not afraid, "Okay, I'll teach you."

Wen Ying stood at the top of the stairs, unable to understand why Fu Yanlou, who was in the clear breeze and bright moon, would play games with her brother.

Moreover, her brother seemed to have lost.

After Wen Ying looked at it for a while, he turned around and went back upstairs.

Wen Xingyu put away the game console and looked at the man beside him. He had reason to suspect that this man was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

A smile twitched at the corner of Fu Yanlou's lips, "Brother, I accept."

Han Xiuya made sweet-scented osmanthus soup, and the servant prepared dinner.

When it was time for dinner, the servant came in and announced, "Sir, Mr. Huo is here."

Huo Zhiqian came in behind the servant.

Han Xiuya looked at Wen Zeshu and secretly pushed his hand.

Wen Zeshu laughed and said, "Zhi Qian."

Huo Zhiqian's eyes swept across the people in the living room, "Uncle, aunt, you came uninvited, sorry to disturb you." (End of Chapter)