He speaks softly.
She was nervous and excited.
Raise your hands and take the rose.
Looking at the rose in his hand, he couldn't speak.
"Count the roses."
She glanced around, 11.
Afraid that he was wrong, he silently counted again, "1, 2,... 11 roses.
There are 11 roses
Guan Zhisheng stretched out his right hand, held her face, looked at her, and asked in a low voice, "tell me how many flowers?"
Her heart trembled heavily when he looked at her like this.
She moved her lips, "ten... Eleven."
"Do you know the language of 11 roses?"
When she was a sophomore, the senior of her first year sent her 11 roses. At that time, she was so frightened that she threw them away. Later, the students in the dormitory specially checked the flower language of 11 roses for her: your favorite only cares about you.
Chongmou looked at the 11 roses in his hand. Brother Zhisheng sprinkled sugar on her again. It was too sweet.
Think of the sugar you ate last night, it's still sweet in your heart.
Now come again.
She felt herself galloping on the open grassland.
Guan Zhisheng said softly, "if you don't know, shall I tell you?"
Oh, my God!
Now she is so happy that she is ecstatic.
When he spoke the flower language again, she was afraid of sweet dizziness.
She quickly raised her hand, pressed his lips and said nervously, "I know. Don't say it. Can I hide it in my heart?"
"Yes, but I want to express it in other ways."
He raised his hand and opened her hand. "It's blocking me."
Guo Zitong: "
"He's so busy. He has something else to do."
As soon as the words fell, he kissed her.
……
Guo Zhuobin drove and saw a familiar car parked on the roadside. He slowed down and took a look.
He sighed.
Leng Xianxian: "what does my husband sigh?"
Guo Zhuobin did not speak.
Leng Xianxian looked down his line of sight.
See Guo Zitong of Guan Zhisheng.
She said with a smile, "well, at this speed, I'll upgrade soon."
Guo Zhuobin, who was driving, looked at the front of the car and asked, "what grade is it upgraded?"
"Be a grandmother!"
"Tongtong is only 22 years old. He is not in a hurry. He will consider these things in more than two years."
"I'm at home alone every day. I'm very bored. A child teases me. Life passes quickly."
"If you want to have fun with children, you can consider three children."
"I'm fifty. You don't have to think about it."
"It doesn't matter if you're fifty. You can rely on yourself. You don't have to place your hopes on others."
Leng Xianxian rolled her eyes.
**
When she was free, she regretted it.
If I had known, let him speak the flower language.
It's too tired to express flower language like this
After seeing her breath steady, she asked, "is this kind of flower expression good?"
Guo Zitong shouted, "I'm out of breath."
"It's all right. I'm a doctor. I can save you at any time. Do you need me to save you now?"
What to save? This big pig hoof has so many excuses. She quickly waved her hands and said, "no... it's no use. I'm breathing normally now."
Guan Zhisheng raised his lips and said, "it's good to breathe normally. If you need help, please let me know at any time and say as you call."
After a pause, the evil spirit said, "it's free."
Guo Zitong rolled her eyes and didn't leave. She didn't have to go to work today: "brother Zhisheng, send me to the company!"
Yesterday, the electric donkey stopped in the hospital. Today, I went to drive the electric donkey back from work. I can't ask brother Zhisheng to take me to work in the future.
The idea is beautiful, but it is difficult to realize.
Guan Zhisheng, "don't ride your little electric donkey to and from work every day in the future. I'll take you to and from work."
PS: good night