Chapter 1720 Rose Manor (26)
Scaring myself, no one can scare me like this.
Old man Liu chuckled and shook his head, "How can there be ghosts in this world?"
"Xiao Zhang, please take care of yourself."
He squatted down and put the big fat cat down.
The cat quickly got into the flowers.
In the flowers, there was a familiar rustling sound.
That was the sound of cats running around. Who is there?
The servant who frightened himself didn't speak anymore, completely ashamed.
However, after his doubts were dispelled, he was not so afraid.
Now when he saw rustling noises from the other side of the flowers, he started not to be surprised.
just muttered: "It's that stinky cat again..."
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The big fat cat that got into the flower thorns quickly got into the flower bushes and stretched out.
Bouncing and rolling in it.
Humming, humming, as if with a purpose, he headed towards a certain direction in the depths.
"Meow~"
It raised its dirty paw and patted the dew-stained rose.
The tiny rays of light that seemed to be resting in the rose were caught off guard.
Floating in mid-air, silently.
"Meow~"
The cat meowed again, and the big round eyes seemed to be able to see the magical shimmer.
But the beautiful and glamorous person did not show up.
Only a rose with spikes next to it bent down, pushing it as if consciously, signaling it to stop making noise.
"Meow~"
The cat is very spiritual. When pushed away, it ran away at once.
Extra fun.
And the disturbed star light slowly fell among the flowers again.
Hiding among the delicate and safe stamens, it seems to have fallen asleep again.
Extra lazy.
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Mr. Qiao came to see Huahai again, and this time he was still alone, leaning on a cane, and slowly went downstairs.
There are stairs at the back of the villa. Go down a few steps and you will reach the sea of flowers all over the floor.
Looking from a distance, there is no end in sight.
In the early morning, the thin mist hazyly enveloped this fairyland, like a Utopian paradise, with an indescribable sense of illusion.
Like the mirror moon in water, it will shatter when touched.
Since it rained a few days ago, Mr. Qiao rarely comes down.
Even if he came down, he never came here again.
The sun is fine today, maybe it was a whim, and he came again.
A person, stumbling, came to this place quietly.
Early in the morning, there were servants cleaning and gardeners watering the sea of flowers.
The roses who have just woken up from sleep are looking up comfortably to welcome the warm sunshine in the morning.
The cold dew accumulated at night is crystal clear, dotted on the branches and leaves, reflecting the rising sun in the sky.
I can vaguely see the rainbow light, which is soft and clean.
Mr. Qiao, who got up early, stood there without speaking.
Quietly looking at this vast ocean of flowers, as if a little lost in thought.
The clear morning sun shone on his warm and white face, as if dispelling some of his innate coolness.
The figure is thin and beautiful, with white and distinct joints.
Brows and eyes are gentle, but eyes are very light. Looking at this beautiful scenery lightly, I don't know what I'm thinking.
A servant passed by, saw him, and subconsciously bowed slightly.
He didn't respond, his extremely dark eyes were still quietly watching the flowers, his whole body was like a sculpture.
Incomparably silent.
(end of this chapter)