"Well, since you're sober, I'll go back first." Mo Shuo looked at the alarm clock at the head of the bed and said softly to the pig.

"Ah, so late, do you want to go back?" Looking at the alarm clock, the little pig said with surprise that the clock was at one o'clock.

"Yes, the company will open tomorrow. I'll arrive early." Mo Shuo light way, although all have been arranged properly, but the first business, Mo Shuo still some worry.

"Can I go tomorrow?" Little pig looked at Mo Shuo and asked,

originally, little pig was going to go secretly, but she didn't expect Mo Shuo to come to see her this evening. She was very satisfied. Little pig suddenly remembered the bright red of the place when she came in and asked, "Shuo, what's the red in front of my house? How do I feel like petals? "

Piggy can almost be sure that the rich fragrance, that gorgeous color, she just want to hear Mo Shuo speak.

"Ah, then That... " Mo Shuo then remembered that the rose, which represented love, had already been dismembered, and he bought it for the first time.

"Shuo, what's that?" Piggy continues to ask.

"Well, I'll buy it for you next time." Mo Shuo refused to say the word rose.

"That's a rose, isn't it? Mo Shuo, when you bought flowers for the first time, you... " Piggy sniffed. It was the first time that Mo Shuo bought flowers and gave them to her, but they all became corpses.

"I'm sorry, I won't take out my anger next time. I'll buy it for you next time." Mo Shuo thought of the roses that had cost him eighty-eight yuan, and his heart ached. It was enough for him to eat instant noodles for a week, but now, it's better to appease the pig first.

"I don't care. I want the body." Piggy said to get up to pick up the petals.

Mo Shuo understands Piggy's stubbornness, so he has to follow her and pick up the petals outside the door one by one

Piggy carefully washed the petals and put them on the windowsill to air. Then he gently said to Mo Shuo, "is this flower very expensive? I'll buy it again when I propose. I'm not greedy. "

"Fortunately, enough instant noodles for a week." Mo Shuo thought out.

Pig looked at Mo Shuo in amazement, and then said with a smile: "I hate that when it's so romantic, you should say instant noodles..."

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