Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 191 Tacky
"Servant? I eat alone and live alone. If there are more than one person, there will be more expenses. It's unnecessary, and I can still move."

Hong Jiaqi grew up in the countryside, so she naturally knows that rural people are very pragmatic, and many things they can do will not be done by others.

Thinking this way, Hong Jiaqi could completely understand.

"It's from Zhihan." Seeing the ring on Hong Jiaqi's finger, the old woman's thin face burst into a smile.

Hong Jiaqi blushed and nodded.

"It seems that he really cares about you, Jiaqi, you are a good girl, and he is also a good boy. My aunt is happy that you can be together."

"I'm still thinking about it."

"Consider? Auntie can tell that you don't mean nothing to our family, otherwise this ring shouldn't be in your hand."

"Mother-in-law" Hong Jiaqi took the old woman's arm and said softly, "You may not know that this ring was forced into me by Pei Zhihan. I've never seen anyone propose like that when I grow up..." Hong Jiaqi Barabara said A bunch of things, the old lady understood everything, "It's not bad that Zhihan can do that, even for Bingqing, he hasn't even bought a ring."

"Mother-in-law also knows about Bingqing." Hong Jiaqi was a little surprised.

The old lady smiled slightly, "Look, you know him, Zhihan never mentions Bingqing to anyone easily."

"I also knew it from other people's mouths. He didn't tell me."

"When two people are together, even if they are honest and honest, there are some things that they don't want to tell others, but that doesn't prevent them from being together. Do you understand?" The old lady held her little hand in her palm, Hong Jiaqi It can be felt that her palm is as warm as her words, "I understand, who can not have a little past. It's just Bingqing, how... died?"

The old lady couldn't help sighing when she heard the words, "It's just that people get tricked by the world, it's fine if you don't know, as long as you know that this ring was left to him by Zhihan's grandma, and let him give it to his future wife."

Hong Jiaqi looked down at the ring on her finger, did it make sense?No wonder Pei Zhihan didn't say anything, just slipped the ring to her and proposed.

"For Bingqing, is he also unromantic like this?"

Listening to her simple words, the old woman just smiled and said nothing, "You didn't get up for dinner last night, you must be hungry now, hurry up and fill your stomach with two hot buns."

"Thank you mother-in-law"

"I want to call my aunt."

Hong Jiaqi blushed, "Auntie." After calling out, she quickly ran into the house with the plate of buns. The old woman laughed and was very satisfied.

Pei Zhihan should really thank this kid for not taking that dead end.

After eating the buns, Hong Jiaqi really didn't feel hungry anymore, and walked along the path to the corridor, where the green radishes hanging on the top were swaying in the wind, and the cold wind gusts.Hong Jiaqi tightened her coat and went to the octagonal pavilion in front.

The easel was still there, but the drawing paper was a little damp and cold, and the paint tray beside it was frozen.Hong Jiaqi took down the drawing paper, went into the house and replaced it with a new one, and then returned to the pavilion. There was something she wanted to draw in her heart, so she picked up the brush, thought about it carefully, and then wrote.

As time passed by, the sun became more and more intense, and even the cold wind seemed to gradually warm up. Hong Jiaqi couldn't stop drawing with ease.

Pei Zhihan looked at her focused and serious face, and slowly walked behind her, "Why do you want to paint the chrysanthemum so bright red?"

"Because it's a celebration." Hong Jiaqi replied casually, and then realized that there was someone behind her, and turned around to see Pei Zhihan, "That...I, I...Drawing for fun."

Chrysanthemums come in many colors, but none are red.

And red does not know where to start, many people think it is tacky.

"Happy? What's happy in your heart?" Pei Zhihan took the paint tray in her hand, mixed the champagne-colored paint and continued to fill it in. Hong Jiaqi stood back carefully, "July doesn't mean there are happy things."

"That's a happy event."

"No happy event either."

"Then why be so tacky?"

(End of this chapter)