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The child's mood disappeared as quickly as it came. After being comforted by Ji An'an, he laughed and picked up the carnations from the sofa.

"Mommy, do you like the flowers?"

Ji An'an nodded and took it. Looking at the flowers in her arms, her eyes were slightly warm. "I like it. Shuibao is so good. Mommy is so happy."

As Shuibao grew up, she felt that he became more sensible.

As a mother, the most gratifying thing was to witness his every step of growth and to receive a response from his son.

Shuibao was very happy when he heard Mommy say she liked him. Seeing another bunch of flowers on the table, he ran over to hug them and stuffed them into Mommy's arms, "Uncle bought these for you, but I forgot to call them flowers. When Uncle comes down, I'll ask him."

He really wanted Daddy to give it to Mommy, but he didn't know when Daddy would come down, so he could only send it on behalf of Daddy.

Ji An'an's eyes narrowed as she looked at the white flowers among the green leaves.

Jasmine, she knew.

This was the third time he had given her flowers, but each time was different.

At this time, Shuibao had already been pulled up by the waiter. She sat on the sofa and looked at the tea table in front of her. Looking at the flowers, she remembered a distant scene from her memory.

The school they attended was integrated from kindergarten to high school. It was her first day in kindergarten, and because she was unfamiliar with the place, she was bullied by the small team in her class.

Someone had hidden her pen case, someone had purposely painted her skirt, someone had kicked her chair, causing her to fall …

She didn't dare to cry until Teng Yiyang, who was already in the first grade, received instructions from his grandpa to come and pick her up. Then, she threw herself into his arms and didn't dare to cry.

At that time, the person who bullied her surrounded the two of them and laughed.

She could not remember what she had said to him. He threw down his schoolbag and rushed forward, pressing down on the ground and beating her up.

The opponent had a lot of manpower, but he was quick and ruthless. Very soon, he was beaten until he cried.

The teachers rushed over after hearing the news. Next, they called for their parents.

The rear was too chaotic for her to remember.

However, she clearly remembered that after being brought home, Grandpa Teng had been smiling as he told Nanny Lee to take her upstairs to shower. She thought that things had passed just like that, but soon, she heard miserable cries coming from downstairs.

She knew Grandpa Teng had punished him. She wanted to go downstairs in a hurry, but was stopped by Nanny Lee.

She felt that she had implicated him, that she could not help him, that she was blaming herself.

That night, however, her door was knocked.

When she opened the door, she saw a man covered with scars standing in front of her, grinning. He was holding a flower in his hand.

"For you."

Looking at the pink flowers in her hands, she exclaimed, "Why did you give me flowers?"

The teenager held onto the door frame with difficulty, "Nanny Lee said you were scared today and you were crying just now. I heard girls like beautiful things, and I saw the flowers blooming well downstairs, so I picked one for you."

With that, he grinned, as if it was a wound. "Ok, I'll give the flowers to you. Don't cry."

She nodded, and seeing that he was still rubbing his waist, she asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

The teenager immediately put his hand down and waved, "It's not painful, it's not painful at all! I have beaten up all of the people who bullied you today and avenged you. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, you can tell me and I will beat them up until even my parents won't be able to recognize you! "

Just as he finished speaking, a roar came from downstairs.

"Little bastard, where did you run off to!?" "Get the hell down here and apply medicine!"

The person who had been hooting immediately became listless. He waved his hand at her, "I'm leaving. Hurry up and go to sleep."

Then, in the dim light of the corridor lamp, she watched him limping down the stairs.

She lowered her head and sniffed the water droplets on the flower.

A faint fragrance.

Later on, she found out from Nanny Lee that this was called Rose.

Later on, she found out about the flowery language.

A pink rose, an oath of love.

Unfortunately, there were many things that he couldn't return to.

At this moment, the person on the bed was tossing and turning in a very bad mood.

Teng Yiyang picked up his phone and clicked on it.

However, he threw down his phone after a while.

He couldn't calm his heart at all, his mind was filled with Ji An'an's smiling and talkative manner towards Xie Langxuan.

From the time she had come back until now, she had either ignored him or had a cold expression on her face.

It was as if the two of them were just strangers.

If Shuibao wasn't present today, he would have dragged her out of the restaurant to maintain his image.

However, when this person saw him, he didn't feel guilty at all. He didn't even know how to care or explain when he was angry.

It was not like when she was a child, no matter what he did, she would always happily follow behind him.

He was tired and uncomfortable, and she knew it the first time.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He felt that giving her a bunch of flowers for no reason was definitely not something that others would covet.

At this moment, the message sounded.

He took it and looked at it.

Feng Qingyi: "How is it?" Does your family Anthea get very excited when she receives the flowers? She must have been thinking that she had finally understood how to be romantic! "Hahahaha ~ ~ ~"

He was in a bad mood. When someone hit the gun, he sent a message without any hesitation.

Scram!

Feng Qingyi clicked his tongue when he received the message. It can't be, can it?

Awakening? Teng Yiyang snorted. When he first delivered the flowers, this brat was probably still playing with mud!

When he thought of the bouquet of jasmine flowers, he couldn't help but think of the few times he had sent flowers in the past.

It had been when she'd been bullied in kindergarten, when she'd turned into a dirty little beggar in his absence in the morning in a pretty little white dress, and he'd rushed up and beat those boys up.

He had lived for eight years, and that was the greatest disaster he had ever caused.0

But he didn't regret it.

When his grandfather went to look for medicine, Nanny Lee told him that she was crying in her room.

He was scared, he thought, and he wondered how he could coax her. He had never been coaxed.

Suddenly, he saw the fresh flowers outside the window. His heart stirred, and he secretly broke a branch and gave it to his grandfather before he returned.

Then he saw her, so fragile.

He couldn't help but swear in his heart that he would protect her from now on and not let anyone bully her again.

He remembered another time, but for a moment he couldn't remember when or where he had sent her flowers.

He laughed at himself. He didn't expect that in the end he was the one who bullied her the most.

Qing Yi said that girls loved flowers, but he rarely gave her flowers.

It seemed like he had only gifted it to her twice in the past ten years, and one time he actually couldn't remember.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the center of his brows.

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