Dear wife: please be gentle, president

Song jiachen winked at ye yimo, which made the man's jealousy dissipate.

However, fu qing's attitude was still tough and he only followed song jiachen into the office.

When they were still a distance away from the office, fu qing could already smell a faint fragrance. The fragrance was light and elegant, but it was not as strong as the rose fragrance, but it was refreshing.

It was a familiar and unfamiliar feeling. When fu qing was at the door, he couldn' t help but stop.

"What's wrong with xiao qing? Get in there, there's a big surprise waiting for you. "Song jiachen said excitedly.

Fu qing was a little confused. Before she could open the door, song jiachen eagerly opened the door for her. The fragrance was getting stronger and stronger as it rushed towards her, as if it was going to surround her.

Immediately after that, the house was filled with camellias.

Five years ago.

Ye yimo stood in front of fu qing with a bunch of roses in his hands. His face was a little flushed and he felt a little uncomfortable. Perhaps he was used to being tough in the past and felt embarrassed about such things to please girls.

"Wow! Like all the little girls, she was naturally excited to see that the roses were paid off.she took the bouquet from ye yimo and asked happily," is this for me?" ""

"You women don't all like it! "Ye yimo said dryly, his tone a little impatient, but his eyes were filled with affection that couldn' t be hidden.

"Thank you. I thought you were a rock that didn't understand the amorous feelings. Fu qing's face was bashful as she stood on tiptoe and kissed ye yimo affectionately on the cheek.

Just like the overbearing ye yimo today, when he saw fu qing's warm response, he naturally wouldn' t let go of this great opportunity. With one hand, he threw the bouquet of flowers in his hand onto the table and the other on her waist, starting to attack the city.

At that time, it was a cold winter, but the small room was filled with a beautiful spring, and the warm air spread around it.

"It turns out that the gift of roses is so good that I have to prepare them every day in the future. Ye yimo hugged fu qing tightly and smiled evilly.

Roses are very nice, but they are not my favorite flowers. "Said fu qing shyly.

'What flower do you like best? "

Fu qing thought for a while and said slowly," camellias! Mother told me that camellia represents an ideal love. The white camellias were pure and innocent, and the red ones were natural beauty. Camellias were much better than the roses in this greenhouse. They had already blossomed in the cold, and were even more charming in spring. "

"Then our house will be full of camellias. "Said ye yimo dotingly.

"It's just at home ..." Fu qing said with regret.

"Where you work and where you live, but where you and I are, you have to plant them, okay? "

"Then shall we not send roses in the future? "Asked fu qing, pouting.

"Well ... That shouldn' t be less. "Ye yimo promised.

...

"Camellias ..." Fu qing mumbled.

"Yes, the house is full of camellias! Isn't that a surprise? When night always let me do, I thought it was the moon, he said your favorite camellias. "Song jiachen stretched out her arms excitedly. This was what they started to decorate at four o' clock in the morning.

Song jiachen was too excited to say anything. After all, she wanted to pay in some form, even if it was the smallest thing. However, she did not notice fu qing behind her, and the color on her face gradually faded.

"Xiao qing, the things you like are different. The smell of this flower is really pleasant, and it's rare that president ye can get so much overnight ..."

Fu qing's head was getting heavier and heavier. She couldn' t help but reach out and grab her chest tightly, gasping heavily as if the oxygen in front of her was immediately cut off.

With a thud, fu qing felt his head was in a mess and fell to the ground.

Song jiachen turned around in surprise. When he saw fu qing lying on the ground, his head went blank. He quickly hugged fu qing and shouted," xiao qing, what's wrong? Xiao qing ..."

Fu qing was still panting heavily. The light in her pupils seemed to be fading away, and the color of her blood had already faded away. Her clean face was so pale that it was somewhat transparent.

"Master ye! Ceo ye ... Ye yimo! "Song jiachen yelled.

Three seconds later, ye yimo pushed open the door with all his might.

"What's going on? Xiao qing, what's wrong with you? "