Rong Zhi, a dumb girl: the warlord husband loves her

Chapter 168
The war was severe this year, and the number of times he was able to go home was rare, not to mention her cold eyes and avoidance every time she saw him.

Now, Jiangbei is in peace, he is safe and sound, and she is not as cold and disgusted with him as before.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

God is always kind to him.

"Major General Xu, please don't say this again in the future."

"I know, you still can't fully accept me now, I can wait." His eyes were sincere, and he wanted to dig open his chest and show her a heart, "I am already very happy that you can take the initiative to talk to me today." gone."

She didn't speak, and stared at the bird's nest in her hand with her eyelids slightly lowered, unable to see her expression clearly.

"By the way, I asked someone to dig hundreds of gardenias from Jiangnan overnight, and planted them in the greenhouse in the backyard. After drinking the bird's nest, I'll take you to have a look, okay?"

He watched her expression carefully, even if she was a little bit happy, he was content.

"Gardenias are not resistant to cold. You moved them to Jiangbei, didn't you force them to wither early?"

"No." He quickly explained, "I invited the best gardener to come, and the old master told me that as long as you take good care of it, you can survive."

"is it?"

"Well, the workers worked hard all day to get it done, and now the flowers are in full bloom, and I can't wait for you to see them."

"I see." Her voice was flat, she was still noncommittal, and she reached out to close the door.

He wasn't annoyed either, being able to talk to her calmly already made him feel very happy.

"Then I wait for you."

It had rained during the day, and the weather was still a bit cold. The dark clouds were entangled with the night, completely blocking the bright white moonlight.

In the huge courtyard, only the faint chirping of insects intertwined under the endless sky, making it look extraordinarily lonely.

He sat on the stone bench in the backyard and waited for two hours.

The sky began to rain again, and the icy rain seeped into his shirt, hitting the bone marrow, but he still didn't give up his desire to continue waiting.

Suddenly, an oil umbrella was lifted above his head, and when he looked up, he saw the person holding the umbrella. At that moment, no matter how dark and cold it was, it disappeared.

"You're here." He stood up, a head taller than the petite and lovely woman next to him, and consciously took the umbrella to protect her from the rain, "It's cold at night, why didn't you wear more?"

She didn't answer, but watched the rain dripping down his fine hair, and asked, "Why didn't you go back to the house, don't you know it's raining?"

He smiled, his obsidian-like eyes suddenly sparkled, "If I go back to the house, you will definitely not come."

She didn't like his scorching gaze, and lightly closed her lower eyelids, "Didn't you lead me to see flowers? What are you still doing here?"

"Yes, you come with me." He reached out to protect her shoulders and walked towards the greenhouse, but he didn't dare to put his hands on her body, so he just moved most of the umbrella to her to prevent her from being poured.

The flower house made of glass and stone bricks stands on the lawn and occupies one third of the yard. Its design integrates sunlight to a great extent to ensure indoor warmth.

When she entered, the unique fragrance and tranquility of gardenia came over her face. Hundreds of flowers were neatly arranged around the room, swaying in various poses, graceful and graceful, and she felt a sense of shock.

The gardenia pattern embroidered by A Niang is still imprinted in her mind, and at this moment, it overlaps with reality.

Beautiful.

(End of this chapter)