I'm married to a bigoted man

Chapter 129 Cleanliness Feeds the Dog

So, in order to prevent the girl from being afraid of him, Huo Sicheng asked Zuo You to order a bouquet of roses under Shen Sheng's love guidance.

Yellow roses have the flower language of apologizing for love.

Therefore, it is most suitable to send yellow roses.

Baijiu asked the servant to take the roses and put them in a vase, and then took the basket handed over by the servant and carried it in his arms.

The girl's movements are very familiar, obviously she has done this kind of thing before.

Shencheng is an international metropolis with a developed economy, but there are still places like Ping'an Street that are relatively backward both in terms of weather and economy.

There is a small vegetable field behind Bai's house, but Bai's father and mother neglect to take care of it on weekdays, and the vegetable seeds planted can only grow a small section of vegetable seedlings, and then they all dry up and die.

There was no food at home, so Mother Bai went to pick some from the garden of the aunt's house next door, regardless of whether people would mind or not.

Later, Baijiu went to junior high school, and not only did all the housework in the family, but the vegetable garden in the backyard was also handed over to her to take care of.

So Baijiu is quite good at these things.

"Help me carry the basket." It was already dark, but the yard was brightly lit, Baijiu handed the basket to the man behind him, rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the muddy vegetable field.

Huo Sicheng silently helped the girl carry the basket, always paying attention to the girl's feet, not caring about the dirt on his high-end leather shoes.

Severe cleanliness is like feeding a dog.

Zuo You watched from the side exhausted physically and mentally, and didn't want to complain anymore.

All the young master's taboos will be turned into nothingness as soon as he meets his wife.

Uncle Zheng, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, smiled as always: "It's nice to be young."

Zuoyou glanced at him sideways: "Your old man is no worse than a young man."

"No." Uncle Zheng shook his head with a smile, "Old man, I don't know if the old man can still watch the young master get married and have children with his own eyes."

Zuo You said lightly: "It's already half done."

Marriage is over, just short of having a child.

Uncle Zheng thought of something belatedly: "Speaking of which, aren't the young master and his wife planning to have a wedding?"

Zuo You glanced at a man and a woman on the side of the vegetable field: "The young master didn't order."

After thinking about it for a while, Uncle Zheng understood that it's not that the young master doesn't want to hold a wedding, but Huo Sicheng wants to keep the liquor privately rather than hold a wedding.

Keep the world from prying eyes.

The identity of Mrs. Huo's young lady not only represents the supreme status, but also a series of entertainments.

If you have entertainment, you must get along with all kinds of different people.

As far as Huo Sicheng's perverted possessiveness is concerned, when people other than him come into contact with liquor, his face will darken.

If Baijiu is allowed to socialize, the probability that Huo Sicheng can hold back his possessiveness towards the girl is zero.

To put it bluntly, the temptation of a wedding is not as great as the desire to hide a girl.

"Just pick this." Bai Jiu glanced at the celery in the basket and found that it was enough.

"I'll take it." Huo Sicheng stretched out his hand and took back the basket that was snatched by the girl just now.

"It's not heavy." Baijiu muttered in a low voice, but with a gentle smile on his face.

Huo Sicheng subconsciously reached out to hold the girl's hand.

Bai Jiu dodged to the side, hiding his hands behind his back: "My hands are dirty."

"Not dirty." Huo Sicheng insisted on pulling her.

Baijiu turned his head to look at Zuo You and Uncle Zheng who were standing on the stone road.

Zuo You understood, and quickly asked the servant to bring a basin of water.

Baijiu washed his hands, wiped them clean, and stretched out his hand towards the man: "It's not like I can run away, why are you still holding hands?"

The man's generous palm wrapped her white hand, and when he heard this, he looked sideways at her and said indifferently, "You don't want to?"

　#These days cold and pneumonia are more serious, babies take precautions, it is really hard for me who has a cold for a few days#
　　
　
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