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"Did you hide my childhood photos?" After sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Liang thought about it for a long time. Finally, he decided to ask about it. She was very curious and asked, "Which photo did you hide?"

"Your son is talking nonsense!" The man was holding the wheel, but serious.

Qi Zhifei: "Really."

Little Devil King indicated that he did not care about those two words. Instead, he pointed at his father's pocket and looked at him consolingly: "Old Qi, don't worry. Mother will not divorce you for my sake.

Qi Ye took some time to return and glare at Little Devil King. Little Devil King immediately realised his kindness, and became somewhat terrified.

He reached out to pat her warm shoulder, and said weakly: "Mother, our teacher said that people have their own secrets, and must respect the privacy of others. If Old Qi isn't willing to show it to you, then you won't see it!"

President Qi was very pleased. At least this brat was a little like him.

However, just when President Qi was in a state of mind like this …

"Anyway, I've used my cellphone to take the photos. I'll send it to you!" As he spoke, his meaty paws quickly escaped from his phone. Then, he skillfully opened WeChat, found a warm WeChat message, and sent Wen Liang the photo that he had treasured for a long time.

As he moved his claws, he continued, "I thought I was Old Qi's only son, which was why Old Qi kept the photos of me when I was young in his wallet at all times. I may not be my father's. "

Qi Ye was trapped inside the safety belt. When he extended his hand to remove the safety belt, the quick-sighted woman had already clicked on the photo.

And then … Qi Ye laid on his back and stared at the photo on the woman's phone in a daze.

It was an artistic set taken during the three months of being warm and cold. The painting was extremely touching, but it was exceptionally adorable. She was sitting cross-legged in a wooden basin, wearing a red apron and red underpants. In the black background, her beautiful eyes were smiling into a slit. The apron was a bit small, and it tightened around her stomach like two or three swimming rings.

The domineering position in the barrel was like a Maitreya Buddha.

Seeing this photo, Wen Liang's eyes went wide, he was silent for around half a minute, before turning his head, pointing at the photo and asking Qi Ye: "How did you get this photo?"

Seeing Mrs. Qi's expression, which was on the verge of exploding, Mr. Qi shrank his neck in guilt and replied, "The wedding present your sister gave me the day we received our certificate."

Wen Liang threw up his hands. "Give me your wallet!"

Qi Ye shook his head. He quickly fastened his seat belt and started the car.

Wen Liang was about to snatch the purse when he heard him say in a serious tone, "Wife, don't move. Your son is still in the car! I get excited when you touch me, and I can't control myself when I get excited. "

"Then stop the car!" Wen Liang sat obediently on the spot.

Qi Zhifei leaned against the safety seat and said in an aged voice, "It's already getting dark after a while."

Finally being able to say something reliable, Qi Ye took out a hand and gently touched his head: "Good girl, you will definitely come over obediently tonight."

That's more like it! Wen Liang pushed the man's hand away.

A journey of more than two hours was merely the time for Qi Zhifei to sleep. When he woke up, he found that he had already arrived at Flowless Town. The Flowless Town was very quiet at night. This was a small town close to the sea, but unlike the other small towns near the sea, they were fishing for a living.

As soon as they entered the town, they could smell the fragrant smell of earth.

The town was like an illustration in a fairy tale. A huge iron gate separated the town from the asphalt road outside. Entering the rusted gate, what entered his sight was a straight road. Warm yellow street lights extended the road all the way to the end.

On both sides of the road, there were neat flower fields. In the flower fields, there was an ancient lamp placed at intervals. Under the hazy moonlight, the beauty was like a dream.

Outside the flower field, it should have been the sea. When Wen Liang rolled down the window, he could hear the sound of waves rolling gently. The smell of the sea breeze was also in the air.

Qi Zhifei's small head curiously went out, pointed at the large field of flowers, and asked: "What's that flower?"

"The pansies." Wen Liang saw that the little fellow was already half out, so he turned to Qi Ye and said, "How about we stop the car and walk around?"

It was still late at night, and many tourists were taking pictures around the flower fields. The streetlights drew the pairs of people in long, romantic lines.

Hearing this suggestion, Qi Zhifei became a little excited. Qi Ye parked the car on the side of the road, and the little guy unbuckled his seat belt and ran out. Wen Liang quickly opened the car door and shouted after Qi Zhifei: "Slow down!"

Upon hearing her warm voice, the little guy instantly became obedient. He ran back to her side with a smile, grabbed her clothes, and asked, "Is this purple, white, and yellow all called pansies?"

Wen Liang looked up. In the flower field, purple, white, and yellow pansies were shining together. She touched the little guy's head and nodded with a smile. "En, these are the national flowers of Iceland and Poland!"

"Then does our country have a national flower?" The little fellow's face was filled with the desire to know.

Wen Liang squatted down and wrapped the little guy's coat tighter, saying, "In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, the peony was once considered a national flower. But by now, our national flower should be undetermined. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a poet, Liu Yuxi, who once wrote a poem about peony. Do you want to hear it? "

"En!" The little fellow nodded its head devoutly.

Wen Liang thought about it for a moment, then said with a smile: "The peony demon in front of the court has no sense of propriety. "What's behind it?"

"Only peonies are the true colors of the country, and when the flowers bloom, they can move the capital." Qi Ye's voice sounded from behind Wen Liang. He held out two white scarves, and gave one to him.

The little guy pursed his lips. "I said on TV that this is called dog food."

"Television is a bad thing." Wen Liang wrapped the little guy's scarf around his neck and spoke with a serious expression.

As soon as she stood up, a white fur scarf wrapped around her neck. The man lowered his head and focused on helping her tie the scarf, then he took out her long hair from the scarf.

The little guy stood between the two of them. He raised his head and innocently said, "The TV said that this is called masochist."

"Your mother is right. Television is not a good thing." Qi Ye stretched out his hand and twisted the little fellow's head towards the flower field: "Son, go and admire the flower!"

Little Devil King reached out his hand and grabbed onto his warm sleeve, "Our country doesn't have any national flowers, but our family does have domestic flowers. My mother is our family's flower, she's much prettier than those flowers!"

This prideful and cold attitude and tone simply caused the heart of this little guy to almost melt down.

Hearing the childish voice of the little fellow, Qi Ye actually nodded his head, expressing his agreement. Furthermore, he even made a comment, "Not only is this flower beautiful, it's even more fragrant than a wild flower."

The child did not understand what he meant, but Wen Liang understood very well.

With a fake smile, she asked, "How do you know about the wild flower fragrance? Did you smell it before?"

Wen Liang laughed. "These flowers are organized and disciplined, not the wild flowers that you speak of."

"I only know that pansies are native to northern Europe and are a common wildflower species in Europe."

"..." A hooligan is not scary, but a hooligan has a culture! Wen Liang now understood the meaning behind those words.

"Does your wife know what a pansies are?" He embraced his warm waist, and the two of them walked slowly behind Qi Zhifei. The little fellow was skipping in front of him, as if it hadn't been out for a long time. It was extremely excited.

Wen Liang smiled and asked, "What?"

"Didn't you work part-time at a florist when you were a student?" The name of the florist was plain. There was a bookstore beside the plain one. The bookshop and flower shop were all made of transparent glass, and every Saturday and Sunday, Qi Ye would head to the bookstore to read and drink coffee.

Even when he entered the library, he felt that it was a waste of a seat. At that time, it was also the perfect time for him to make a ruckus in the economy with his family, so he was working plain labor next door. He could also sneak a peek at Qi Ye and linger around to go home with him after work.

Remembering the past, Wen Liang curled his lips and said, "There's no pansies in plain colors."

"What's the most plain flower?" he asked.

"Red roses. Flower language represents unswerving love." That was a quick answer.

"What's behind the red rose?" he asked.

Wen Liang was stunned. At that time, behind the red rose was the transparent glass of the flower room. On the other side of the glass was the transparent glass of the study.

Early love only needs very little nourishment! Just seeing each other, just touching her as she walked by, and a surge of fantasy would spring up in her heart, creating her love. A little boring thing can make a person ecstatic.