"I put the gift of apology at the door, and I'm leaving."

Shangguan Jinghong leaned on the door panel and listened attentively. The sound of footsteps went away. After a while, there was no sound. Shangguan Jinghong's anger, dare she just run like this? !

He knows why she is here.

He didn't want to tell her about some things, and he vented in front of Lao Tie in frustration last night.

He knew that Lao Tie would go to her, but did not force Lao Tie to stop it. In fact, he tacitly agreed.

It turned out that he was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to reconcile with her as before. The bottom line of principle fell again and again, but she ran away.

Shangguan was furious. He threw Java away in all sorts of silence. He opened the door with a snap. It was okay if he didn't go out. It was even more furious when he went out. The woman actually pulled out the frost-free flowers he had cultivated so hard. A handful of them was placed across the door lintel-that was a new, more beautiful and tougher variety he cultivated from the eternal flower frost.

He suddenly remembered something and almost didn't break his teeth. This was the gift she said was an apology? !

He endured his anger and walked outside the courtyard. A child from the opposite farmer happened to come out and looked at him with a penetrating head, "Brother Iron Mask, why do you go out with a broom?"

Shangguan was startled, and Fang found that he was still holding a broom in his hand, and he exploded in anger, and his hand was crushed, and the poor thing was crushed to pieces. The child looked at the hideous dust on the ground, and suddenly started crying.

Shangguan frowned, and he froze immediately. After all, his time in the old house is limited. This is the peaceful place in his heart. He does not want the servants of the palace to be contaminated, and it is difficult for Lao Tie and others to run around. On weekdays, he hired a few villagers from nearby households to clean. Sometimes he came over and made very generous shots. The villagers thanked them for their kindness, and let the children in the family thank them.

Children are not unfamiliar with him, and he also knows others. Those who don't know can be dealt with in one palm.

He stood there a little bewildered, and suddenly a pair of thin white hands held the child together, "Don't cry, don't cry, my sister will give you delicious food."

The child stared at the green plum in front of him in a daze, smacked his lips, took it, put it in his mouth, and forgot to cry.

"Little tiger, you ran into the son, so you don't want to apologize."

At this time, the farmer couple walked out of the house, staring at the child, and the man shouted.

Little Huzi bowed his head timidly, and Shangguan was too shocked to pay attention, staring bitterly at the woman who had just suddenly emerged from the farm.

She picked up the child with some difficulty, and teased Xiaohuzi a few words, Xiaohuzi immediately giggled, and she smiled and said to Xiaohuzi's father and mother: "Big brother, sister-in-law, I will apologize for my husband."

"Oh, the girl is Mrs. Hong's wife?" The couple were a little surprised, and the woman immediately said with trepidation: "Then you can't charge the lady's silver for anything, because Mrs. Hong usually gives enough money."

The woman holding the child was a leader. Shangguan Jinghong heard her say "My husband," with a sweet voice. At this time, she was holding the child unstable, and her heart was agitated and irritated. Little Tiger snatched it and threw it back to the man.

The farmer and his wife knew Shangguan Jinghong’s sexuality. Not surprisingly, the leader was overjoyed in his heart, and went to hold Shangguan Jinghong’s hand. Shangguan Jinghong’s eyes sank, but they didn’t wave away. Renqian gave her face.

She smiled, and lifted the bamboo basket from the ground, which contained the vegetables that she had just bought from the farmer.

The couple wanted to return the silver tael to her, the Shangguan stopped in shock, and the other side led the child back thankfully.

Shangguan was shocked to see people walk away, and immediately waved her away.

The leader knew that it would be difficult to lead this person out next time, so he put the basket on the ground and walked quickly to the flower garden.

Shangguan Jinghong was about to enter the house, and when he saw the leader he went to pull his flowers, strode to her, grabbed her by the hand, and said angrily: "Ugly, what do you want to do?"

But the leader looked innocently at the flowers scattered on the lintel, with a serious look, "On our side, between lovers, men will give flowers to women, sometimes as an apologize, that’s me. Apologize, do you think the sincerity is not enough? I'll go and pull some more for you. You can do as much as you want. There are so many flower beds."

Shangguan was shocked when he heard the words and was speechless. He stood there, wondering if he should be angry or choke the woman to death. If he ignores her, will she pluck out all his flowers--

For a long while, staring at the woman opposite, looking like a pitiful one, he gritted his teeth and said in doubt: "Do you really have such a custom there?"

"Yeah. So, if you annoy me in the future, just send me flowers. I will forgive you soon. You can't be a prince more stingy than a little girl, right? Don't be annoyed, okay?"

Why did she forgive him soon? This time it was obviously her fault, so she made an appointment next time. Shangguan Jinghong closed his eyes and cursed a few times. He wanted to reconcile with her because he was really sick. He pinched her cheeks severely, "Can you go too far!"

Words that seem familiar. The leader trembled slightly, realizing that although he was still angry, the storm of this period had passed.

She slowly stretched out her hand to hug him, and whispered: "Jinghong, I'm sorry, I will also learn how to love you in the future."

Shangguan Jinghong's heart twitched, what else could he do?

It was her little trick, and after a few words, he couldn't walk away anymore.

He squeezed his hand, released it, and squeezed it tightly again, smelling the fragrance of her body, feeling the softness of her sinking into his arms, his heart burned, and with a low growl, he hugged her up and walked into the house.

Passing through the hall, the corridor, strode into the room, put her in the mattress, and pulled down the tent...

Outside the house, the flowers on the door lintel are very quiet, like a quiet person, condensing the house, occasionally moving slightly with the wind.