Chapter 770 Qing Huan in Ming City (4)

  Chapter 770 Mingcheng Qinghuan (4)

  Mo Qinghuan hadn’t tasted home-cooked food for a long time, and once again he ate a meal cooked by himself, it would be a lie to say that he didn’t have feelings and regrets.

  His cooking skills are better than before, and they are more delicious than those made in five-star hotels.

  But when Kang Mingcheng asked her how she was doing, she still replied coldly, “Let’s just eat it.”

  Kang Mingcheng didn’t have any meaning for this evaluation, and picked up food for her, “Then feel wronged and eat more.”

  Mo Qinghuan said he was going to do it, but his body was very honest, and the chopsticks never stopped.

  After the meal, Mo Qinghuan felt that he had eaten too much, so he kept wandering around the house, looking at this and touching that, and it was rare that he was still interested.

  Kang Mingcheng was washing dishes in the kitchen, and when he came out, he came out with a plate of cut fruits, “Eat some fruit.”

   “I can’t eat any more.” He was looking at the small garden he kept on the balcony without turning his head.

  Kang Mingcheng came over, “If you like it, I can give you two pots.”

  Mo Qinghuan came back to his senses and glanced at him, “I don’t even have a home, what do I need these flowers and plants for?”

  Kang Mingcheng picked up the watering can next to him, sprayed the flowers and plants, and asked, “You have been wandering for so many years, don’t you plan to settle down?”

  Mo Qinghuan was expressionless, “What is stability? Buying a house and living in it every day until the moment of death is considered stable?”

  The heart is wandering, wherever a person is, he is wandering.

  Kang Mingcheng was silent for a while, then changed the subject, “I remember you liked these flowers and plants very much before, and you said you wanted to build a small garden.”

   “You also said it was in the past.” After going through that disastrous marriage, she has long since lost her girlish pink fantasies.

   “I’ll take you to a place tomorrow.”

   “Where to?”

   “I’ll find out tomorrow.”

  Mo Qinghuan frowned, and was about to say don’t play tricks, when Kang Mingcheng suddenly leaned over and kissed her red lips.

  Mo Qinghuan tried to push him away, but finally fell into his passionate offensive.

  It was already midnight when it was over, and Mo Qinghuan lay lazily on the bed, not wanting to move.

  Kang Mingcheng got out of bed, went to get a new towel, wrung it out and came back to help her clean it up.

  Mo Qinghuan didn’t have any pajamas, so he took one of his own shirts and put them on for her. She closed her eyes and was drowsy, without any reaction, and let him do what she wanted.

  Kang Mingcheng helped her button up her shirt, bowed his head and kissed her flushed cheek, and whispered an invitation, “Would you like to move in and live with me?”

  Mo Qinghuan snorted softly and said nothing. She was sleepy and tired, and didn’t want to talk at all.

  Kang Mingcheng also said: “I am in charge of three meals a day, and part-time workers are in charge of sanitation. No one will come here on weekdays. It will be much more comfortable than staying in a hotel.”

  Mo Qinghuan still didn’t speak, turned over in disgust with him.

  Kang Mingcheng lowered his head and kissed her ear with his lips, “If you don’t speak, I will take it as your agreement.”

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  The next day, Mo Qinghuan was woken up by Kang Mingcheng. Looking at her suitcase with a dazed expression, she once suspected that she was dreaming.

  Kang Mingcheng smiled and said: “Hurry up and get up and change clothes, I’ll make breakfast.”

  Mo Qinghuan stopped him and asked, “Why is my suitcase here?”

   “I invited you to move in with me last night, and you agreed.”

   “When did I agree?” Mo Qinghuan was a little annoyed.

   “You didn’t object last night, I thought you agreed.” Kang Mingcheng’s face showed an apology, “I’m sorry, I was wrong.”

  Mo Qinghuan: “…”

  He admitted his mistake too quickly, and she couldn’t continue to be angry.

   “We’re going out today, or I’ll take you back to the hotel when I come back in the evening.” Kang Mingcheng suggested.

  Mo Qinghuan thought about it, and at the moment, this is the only way to go.

   After breakfast, Kang Mingcheng drove her out, and the car stopped in front of a flower garden in the suburbs an hour later.

  Mo Qinghuan got out of the car, the sun was shining brightly, she put on a hat.

  Kang Mingcheng introduced her while taking her in, “This is a piece of land I bought, and I planted some flowers and plants, and guests will come to pick them in person on weekdays.”

  Mo Qinghuan followed him into the flower garden, looked at the large expanse of roses, and was slightly absent-minded.

   Didn’t expect that he actually built a garden.

   “There are roses planted here, and there are roses and tulips over there. I will take you to see them.”

  Mo Qinghuan likes flowers very much. She used to want to open a flower shop and sell beautiful painted flowers. Anyway, she doesn’t need money and doesn’t need to make a profit, as long as she is happy.

   It was just that in order to escape from this sad place, she had long since left her dream behind.

  There is no flower shop in Kangming City, but I bought a piece of land and planted so many flowers. Is it because I like it or because… remember what I said?

   Kang Mingcheng asked someone to take a pair of scissors, cut off a rose and handed it to Mo Qinghuan, “For you.”

  Mo Qinghuan was distracted from her memories, and looked at the rose in front of her, which was bright and delicate.

   “You’re so stingy to give me one flower?”

  Kang Mingcheng handed her the scissors, “You can cut as much as you want, be careful not to pierce.”

  Mo Qinghuan was not polite, took the scissors and cut the roses in Rose Flower Puli.

  Kang Mingcheng was afraid that she would be stabbed by rose thorns, so he brought her a pair of gloves, and he kept the roses cut by her in buckets to avoid water loss and quickly wither.

  Mo Qinghuan went to pick a few more roses, saw tulips, and ate at a farm restaurant near the flower garden at noon.

  When she went back, Mo Qinghuan was still holding the rose that Kang Mingcheng gave her, “Do you have a vase at home?”

   “There seems to be one.” It was still used when he was painting flowers.

   “Go to the mall and buy two.” She cut a lot of roses today, if they are not kept in vases, they will easily wither.

  Kang Mingcheng took her to the nearest IKEA, bought four or five vases, and some tools for handling flowers.

  Although Mo Qinghuan hasn’t raised flowers for a long time, she is not unfamiliar with taking care of them.

   Cut the roots and remove the leaves, and put them in a vase filled with clear water, which is pleasing to the eye.

  After she took care of all the flowers, Kang Mingcheng had already prepared dinner, and flowers were placed on the table and restaurant, and the fragrance of roses permeated the air, lingering between the two of them.

  Kang Mingcheng said that after washing the dishes, he would take her to the hotel. When he came out, Mo Qinghuan had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa, still holding the rose in her hand.

  He walked over, carefully took the rose away, bent down and carried her into the bedroom.

   Probably played all day today, Mo Qinghuan was so sleepy that he didn’t wake up the whole time.

  Kang Mingcheng went to twist the towel again, wiped her face and hands, covered her with the quilt, and then quietly left the bedroom.

  Backing to the living room, he took a transparent wine bottle, washed it and filled it with water, knocked off the rose leaves, and put them in the bottle.

  He sat on the sofa and looked at the roses in the bottle, with a smile in his eyes, a little smudged.

   This rose finally bloomed in his soil.

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See you tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)