Tang Zong shook his head: "Not yet."

"I'll go upstairs first." Liancheng Yazhi directly took the flowers upstairs to deliver to Rongyan.

Rong Nuo looked envious, turned his head to look at Tang Zong complainingly, and said with pouted lips: "Look at brother-in-law and then at you, have you ever sent me flowers?"

It was only then that Tang Zong realized that the number of times he sent flowers to Rong Nuo was indeed very, very seldom, and he was a little guilty.

Hurry up and say, "I will send you flowers every day from now on, okay, I promise, I will let you see the flowers one day and don't want to see them."

Rong Nuo's complexion improved a bit: "Huh...it's useless to say these things now, let's talk about them when I see them."

"I promise, really, really... I must do better than my brother-in-law."

……

Liancheng Yazhi gently opened the door, he wiped the flowers on his back and went in.

In the bedroom, Yan Yan had already got up, and was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, gently combing her hair with a comb.

Seeing Liancheng Yazhi coming from behind in the mirror, she asked with a smile, "I haven't seen you since I woke up early in the morning, where did you go?"

Liancheng Yazhi put her arms around Rongyan's shoulders from behind, "I thought I could come back before you woke up, but I didn't expect that something small would delay it."

Face turned around: "What are you going to do..."

Before finishing the last two words, the picture in front of her was filled with bright red locks.

The fragrance of roses lingers on the tip of the nose, and some of the delicate and beautiful petals can still see a little dewdrops. It seems that they have just been picked not long ago.

The expression on her face slowly changed from surprise to a full smile.

She really didn't expect Liancheng Yazhi to get up early in the morning just to go out and buy her a bouquet of flowers.

He didn't expect that Liancheng Yazhi said yesterday that he would give him a bouquet of better roses, and it would come true so soon.

Her face was slightly warm, and Liancheng Yaji was holding the bouquet of flowers. She felt that she was holding her heart, which made her truly feel the feeling of being cared for by heat.

Liancheng Yazhi squatted in front of her face: "Do you like it?"

Rongyan didn't immediately reach out to pick up the flowers, but embraced Liancheng Yazhi across the big bouquet, lowered her head and kissed his lips, and nodded with a smile: "I like it, you gave me everything...but..."

The face paused for a moment, and said, "I like you more."

Liancheng Yazhi's good mood was magnified many times because of this sentence, and he said: "Of course you have to like me more. It's fine if Miaomiao is a little girl. Even if you have this kid in the future, your favorite man has to be I."

Rongyan snatched the words from Liancheng Yazhi's hand, and said with a sneer: "If you are jealous with your son, he will cry."

Liancheng elegantly hugged Rongyan's shoulders: "Don't worry, my son won't cry so much, I will train him well in the future,"

Liancheng Yazhi has already figured it out. After his son is born and he can walk, it happens that he has trained well in winter. At that time, he will have time to come back and take care of him.

He has been trained from an early age on how to be a man.

In the morning, I was pleasantly surprised to receive flowers from my husband. As long as it is a woman, I will feel good. The flowers from Liancheng Yazhi are placed in a vase. I put nine flowers in the bedroom, a few flowers in the living room, and meow meow in the room. Gu Hesheng's room, Tang Cong Rongnuo's room.

99 roses are placed in many places in the house, almost everywhere you look.

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