President's Private Spoil Rule

In the flower field, the girl bent over, picked up the most enchanting flowers on the flower branches, cut them and put them in the basket.

Different from the usual flower picking women's headscarf apron and sleeve dress, Fu Qingyu is like a prodigal son of flower picking. His white shirt is half rolled up, and his flower cutting action is not as gentle as Zuo Xiaoyou. Instead, he sees which flower to start directly. As soon as he cuts down, only the bare flower branches are shaking. And she had already left, aiming at the next one, like a free and easy youth, very neat.

Fu Qingyu is really a young man with a simple mind. Because she didn't have too many complex thoughts, she seemed very focused and serious in everything she did.

Many people grow up and are easy to worry. When doing things, they are easy to think of other things, especially girls. Fu Qingyu was still in a state where there was nothing else in his mind, especially no sorrow.

After picking the flowers, Fu Qingyu jumped out of the flower field in three or two steps, agile like a little white rabbit, and suddenly ran to Zuo Shaoqing. He handed Hualan to him, smiled and bent his eyes, "look, roses are used to mix juice, and the surplus can be used to make flower tea after dinner; Jasmine can be used to make meat. It's super fragrant... "

Zuo Shaoqing walked back with her and listened to her. These things sounded very much like the contents of his memories, which made him a little trance.

The European family disappeared very early. At that time, he was only Xiaoche's age, but his memory had been there.

The mother in the memory also looked up at her father in the memory, pointing to the famous flowers carefully planted by her father cut out of the basket, "well, the taste of Epiphyllum is very fragrant. I cut the flower buds to make tofu wine, which must be fragrant; Ah, this rose is very special. It must taste very special when it is used in new wine... "

His father's voice was painful. "This is the rose of perfume, transplanted from Z Jiangnan. Wine making is the most suitable."

At that time, he did not know about flowers and plants. Later, he grew older. He turned over information from his paintings in memory. He knew that Epiphyllum and perfume rose were difficult to maintain in L.

"Shaoqing, when we finish our lunch, we'll pick some roses and brew them into the bar." Fu Qingyu suddenly looked at him with an excited face. "Rose wine is so sweet. Drink it well."

"OK." Because she was still immersed in her memories, Zuo Shaoqing didn't think about it.

When he recovered, he saw Fu Qingyu showing his teeth and smiling obscene. Only then did he react that the flower field was made by yerui for Zuo Xiaoyou. He said he had to be cheated by yerui again.

Zuo Shaoqing asked, "why do you like flowers?"

"Like flowers?" Fu Qingyu looked up and shook his head like a rattle. "How can I like flowers? I like cooking."

Yes, she likes cooking. Flowers are just seasoning for her.

Zuo Shaoqing nodded clearly, "then why do you like cooking?"

In fact, he remembered that she once said to cook for the old man. At the moment, he suddenly wanted to hear her say it again. As if to confirm something again.

"Because in the early years, when her father was away, the old lady ate very little and fell ill for a while. The doctor said that she was often malnourished and had an irregular diet. I'll make delicious food for the old lady. I didn't like it at first, but I think the more the old lady eats, the more I like it. " Fu Qingyu was a little complacent. "It's hard for me to do anything to satisfy the old lady. I'm very happy to have one to satisfy the old lady."

Zuo Shaoqing raised his hand and touched her head, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "you're fine."

Fu Qingyu, who works hard for his family, is very good.

Fu Qingyu suddenly stopped, took his retracted hand and pressed it on his head. He was surprised and opened his eyes. "Will you often rub my head like this in the future?"

Zuo Shaoqing smiled and bent his eyes. His voice was very gentle, "why?"

Fu Qingyu looked at him excitedly and excitedly. "It's like my father. My father touched my head like that when I was a child."

"Oh? Really... "Zuo Shaoqing's pale blue eyes were still curved with a smile, but his voice was raised dangerously. Gentle or so gentle, warm or so warm, luxurious or so luxurious, but inexplicably, the surrounding suddenly cooled down.

Zuo Shaoqing carelessly took back his sleeves, put them into his pocket and smiled at her, "yes, I've grown you ten years old."

Ten years old... Is it enough to be like her father?!

Zuo Shaoqing was silent and depressed. He raised his feet and walked slowly towards the castle with elegant steps, leaving only Fu Qingyu with a cold back.

Fu Qingyu felt his head. She always felt that something was wrong with Zuo Shaoqing, but she couldn't figure out where it was after thinking for a long time.

Forget it, I'd better go home and cook first.

Fu Qingyu followed, "Shaoqing, wait for me."

What she doesn't know is that Zuo Shaoqing and ye Rui are essentially the same. They are both equally stingy and careful. But in different forms.

As soon as ye Rui was angry, it was a storm. There was no grass in a few miles. Zuo Shaoqing was angry that the atmosphere was frozen. Strangers in a few miles should not be near.

Fu Qingyu was as stunned as he thought that he and Zuo Shaoqing seemed to have returned to before liberation overnight, but he didn't know that he had annoyed the master.

At noon, Rolls Royce with a royal badge drove into the gate of the castle. Zuo Xiaoyou and ye Rui, Zuo Shaoqing and Fu Qingyu had already waited at the door. When Princess Shirley and ye Mei got off the bus, several people greeted them.

Shirley and everyone gave a warm hug, and then stood in the gate with yerui holding Xiaoche one hand, waving to the media outside the gate until the big iron gate of the castle closed slowly, separating the media from the big iron gate.

When I turned around, everyone relaxed. So far, yesterday's dinner has been named.

The news that Princess Shirley personally sent Xiaoche back to the family will be released soon, and the intimate relationship between the night family and the royal family will be settled. The princess's love for Ye's heirs will also spread throughout the upper class circle.

Lunch is on the lawn. Zuo Xiaoyou specially asked people to move from the flower field and decorate some famous flower pots.

The dining table is full. The combination of China and the west makes people laugh and move their forefinger at the same time.

Princess Shirley and night charm sat in the main seat. Night Rui sat side by side with Zuo Xiaoyou and Ming size, while Zuo Shaoqing sat side by side with Fu Qingyu and Jiang Haodong.

Zuo Xiaoyou holds Xiaoche between himself and yerui, points to a large row of Chinese meat and says, "these are prepared by sapphire for you."

Xiao Che looked at everything. They were all his own dishes yesterday. Nodded with great satisfaction, "they are all my favorite food. Thank you, sect leader Fu." Looking to the left again, Shaoqing said, "thank you, uncle."

"Why thank me?"

"Because sect leader Fu likes his uncle, he cooks for me."

Xiao Che's big truth made the whole audience laugh and dissipated the hidden discomfort.

Zuo Shaoqing smiled and said nothing, but Fu Qingyu generously admitted, "of course, but I don't cook for you because I like Shaoqing."

Xiaoche asked in surprise, "isn't it because of loving the house and the house?"

"What black and black... I still love white..." Fu Qingyu's Chinese always gets stuck at some time. She said, "I cook for you because you are cute and I like you."

Xiao Che raised his eyes and swept his eyes. Zuo Shaoqing, who was still smiling, turned his big eyes and said, "since you like me, it's better for me to marry you when I grow up."

"No!" Night Rui and Zuo Shaoqing speak in unison.