Flowers are irresistible to women. Fu Xiaoqian is also a woman, and naturally has no resistance to flowers.

When Liao Zhenbo handed the flowers to her eyes, there was a flash of joy in her eyes, but it was only a flash, leaving behind pity.

"It's delicious." Thin squint eyes, she will spend together to the nose, gently smell, but then open the tone is implicit regret, "such a beautiful life, but was premature death."

Liao Zhenbo knows that Fu Xiaoqian cherishes flowers and plants. One morning, a man suggested that his wife run with him in the morning, but his wife refused. Try to cut down trees, but get very good results.

So far, Liao Zhenbo knows that Fu Xiaoqian loves flowers and plants.

His jaw tilted forward and breathed out slowly. The breeze swept Fu Xiaoqian's cheek and made her cheek red. There was a magnetic sound around her ear. "We'll plant it in the garden later. HMM." his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were gently picked. His eyes were full of rosy skin and attractive luster. Liao Zhenbo came closer, and his thin lips gently rubbed the tiny skin on her neck villus.

Mingming's lips are very cold. When she touches Fu Xiaoqian's skin, she feels like it burns. The temperature didn't drop but rose, and she was about to turn into a pool of spring water.

The breath of clearness is dominating every tiny pore of Fu Xiaoqian. She is too green and astringent to bear such mellow and extremely slow sensory invasion. In a moment, a voice came out from her clenched teeth. The voice was very low, with a breath, just like a wild cat in spring, searching for joy in the silent night.

It's very light, but it's very touching.

"I'm hungry." Liao Zhenbo's voice is low and ambiguous. It was her groan that broke, the string that pulled to the extreme in his heart. He wanted to restrain himself, but he was still powerless to prostrate himself under her magic voice.

"Then eat." Fu Xiaoqian's voice was obviously unsteady. She reached for his hands in front of her. His breath is too dangerous, and she needs a safe distance at this time, just afraid to continue to sink down, the heart will not be able to bear.

"Bad girl." Liao Zhenbo took a bite on her white neck before letting go of her arm.

Indeed bad, provoked him, but when he hinted, but also pretend to be confused, how can not bad.

But he had to let it go. After all, there were servants passing by occasionally downstairs.

In fact, he is not the only one who feels bad at this time. Fu Xiaoqian also feels bad now. It's just that she doesn't want to show her curly black eyelashes. It's like a butterfly once stayed for a rest. It vibrates slightly as it leaves. Because it's too slight, it's not easy to be noticed. However, Liao Zhenbo sees it, and it's true.

"Fragrant fried snow fish" talk of the end tune slightly up, with great surprise.

As Fu Xiaoqian looks up, Liao Zhenbo sticks to his chopsticks and reaches for the silver cod. The man in the round collar Pullover has a noble and elegant temperament. In a trance, people have the illusion that the man who just wanted to punish Fu Xiaoqian on the spot is not him.

"Try it." Fu Xiaoqian kept her normal expression, but her hands under the table were rubbing back and forth, wet. She thought it was sweat.

Liao Zhenbo was very cooperative, put a piece in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"How" has not yet waited for Liao Zhenbo to swallow, then eagerly asked the export. Fu Xiaoqian never thought that one day, she would be uncertain about her cooking skills.

"It's delicious, with lemon juice." when Liao Zhenbo looks at Fu Xiaoqian with an eyebrow, he looks handsome and masculine. As if the dawn just jumped out of the horizon of the sun, see too fascinated, it seems that a careless can be dazzling.

For the first time, Fu Xiaoqian found that the happiness she wanted could be very simple. For example, now, his affirmation is like many flower buds blooming in her heart.

"Well."

"How can you think of lemon juice?" her innovation seemed to surprise him.

Fu Xiaoqian did not answer him directly. She looked at the plate of silver cod with a quiet voice, as if with some memories. "Five years ago, when the night was dark, I met a boy with a light lemon fragrance on his body by the Rhine River in France. It's strange to say that for the first time, I took the initiative to approach a boy. It was like telepathy. I thought he needed encouragement at that time. So I gave him a string of bracelets with stars on my body. Then, I told the first lie of my life, that the string of stars once brought me hope. "

Speaking of this, Fu Xiaoqian raised her eyes and looked at Liao Zhenbo. The smile between his eyebrows and eyes diluted the innate sense of alienation and added some warmth.

"Lies are not necessarily bad. They have two sides. I hope that my last night in a foreign country can help a helpless person like me with my own strength. Although I don't know if it's really useful, I find myself immersed in the faint lemon fragrance. I don't know how many midnight dreams, I can always feel the fragrance lingering in my nose. One day two months ago, a strange man told me that he wanted me to help him solve his urgent need. I smelled the familiar smell again. But such an elegant person, growing up today, with his background and life experience, reveals a natural momentum all over his body. I think the distance between us is too far, and I dare not jump to the conclusion. Until one day, these are the dream like reality that a man silently weaves for her, I found that it is not the intention to resist that can drive a person out of his heart. If that person has already entered the heart, it is not a person's will to controlThis is the first time that Fu Xiaoqian begins to open her heart in front of Liao Zhenbo. She talks about the past for the first time. Her voice is calm and her expression is calm, but in his eyes, she is soft and blooming for a second. He seems to hear the sound of flowers blooming. The fragrance of flowers, more like the fragrance of plants, close, the fragrance of light, but lingering in the air, very good smell.

He did not speak, but looked at her eyes, adding a bit more gentle color, like the setting sun into the spring water, melting the winter ice, warm the earth, flowers everywhere.

"A fate word, tied to you and me, met in a foreign country. So I guess that I must have saved the earth in my previous life, and this life will be treated like this. "

Her words made a man who didn't shed tears even in the face of a broken home feel wet in his eyes. He put down his chopsticks and stood up, "eat too much, go out to digest."

This digestion took him two hours.

When I was two hours old, the sky was dark. It was like being inked by an angel, and then it began to faint. Also like the sky covered with a layer of black yarn, dotted with diamonds, flashing bright light.

This dinner didn't have much, but it was Liao Zhenbo's happiest one in 30 years.

When people are in a good mood, even their steps become light, and even the action of pushing the door seems to be a little more than in the past.

But when the door was only half opened, he stopped, just because the scene in front of him was not what he expected. Yes, it was too unexpected.

People who have always been conservative dress, at this moment, even dressed cool.

Stand with your back to him.

There is an easel in front of her. Liao Zhenbo can't see the content clearly because he is blocked by her figure.

A white silk dress with suspenders is not exposed, but for a man, especially for a man with zero self-control, it is tempting if he has a good body.

Fu Xiaoqian seems to have heard the sound. She turns around and approaches him with a smile. Halfway through the walk, she turns over to serve two glasses of red wine on the cabinet. The wine is so red that it seems to add a bit of charm to her sensibility.

She gently opened her red lips, with a shy voice, handed over a glass of red wine in her hand, but her star eyes were erratic, and never dared to look at him, "have a drink."

Liao Zhenbo took it, did not touch the cup body, but directly put her hand together with the quilt into the palm of her hand, "OK." With her hand, he poured the whole glass of red wine into his mouth. As the Adam's apple rolled up and down, all the red wine slid into his body and dyed his crystal brown eyes red.

Fu Xiaoqian knew what that red meant. She stepped back a few steps and opened the distance between them. She took a set of black pajamas from the stand and handed them to Liao Zhenbo. "I'm tired all day. Let's take a hot bath."

This time, Liao Zhenbo didn't do what she wanted. He just stepped forward and wanted to embrace her directly.

Fu Xiaoqian stretched out her jade finger on his chest, lowered her eyes, and timidly spat out three words, "I'll wait for you."

Over her drooping head, Liao Zhenbo finally saw the contents of the painting on the easel behind her. It turned out that every little detail of them was carefully remembered by her.

"Good, soon." Liao Zhenbo turns and goes to the bathroom.

When he came out from the inside, the light in the bedroom was enchanting and shadowy.

In the middle of the big bed lies a woman with exquisite body, clear and white skin, and black hair like a waterfall. She lifts her to one side, revealing her charming neck, which makes her more enchanting and charming. Looking at him approaching step by step, maybe she was too nervous, or she wanted to cover up just now, but she didn't want to be self defeating. The Nightgown was too silky, and it suddenly slipped to the bottom of her thigh. It was like a silent invitation.

Liao Zhenbo can't bear it any longer. Like a hungry wolf who has been hungry for a long time, he pours on the helpless lamb.

The moon also seems to be in front of the scene, shy face, hiding in the clouds.

After a storm, Fu Xiaoqian lay on Liao Zhenbo's generous back and said, "help me, let me be a woman worthy of you."