My wife has always been timid

Taking down the roses that were still stained with morning dew, Su Qingcheng's face was indescribable. Whose unlucky child made this prank?
Could it be Fu Xiuyuan?
Because I was on a business trip and couldn't be with her, I prepared roses on the windowsill so that she could see them every morning.

No.

Based on what she knew about the man.

impossible!

A straight man of steel can't do this kind of small romance, so don't expect too much from him.

Suddenly, a figure flashed downstairs.

That figure appeared extremely fast, apparently tall but also vaguely humble, and disappeared behind the wall in an instant, but she was still caught by her sharp eyes.

It's Yuan Yin.

Su Qingcheng's face suddenly darkened.

The fragrance of roses loses its allure in an instant, not even a piece of torn paper.

what is this?
Send her flowers?Set her up?Or apologize?Is it guilt?Do people who have lost their conscience know what guilt is?
huh~
The rose was thrown straight down from the second floor, onto the lawn, and then the second one was also thrown down, and the petals were scattered, beautiful and desolate.

It's not enough to throw away the roses.

Su Qingcheng stared blankly at the bottle that had contained roses, feeling a little bored in her heart, raised her hand and threw the bottle out of the window.

Disgusting thing.

Keeping it is also destroying the mood.

She drew the curtains and left.

Downstairs, yesterday's roses have already fallen to pieces because of withering. The one picked today is still strong, but it also lost three or two petals, lying quietly on the lawn with the slender and beautiful white porcelain bottle .

I do not know how long it has been.

Someone walked over with heavy steps, squatted down, and silently picked up the bottle and roses.

The obviously tall and straight body, but bent its back, hugging the discarded rose tightly, humble like a mouse in the sewer, not daring to look up at the dazzling sunlight.

It hasn't changed, she really likes to throw away the flowers picked by others...

……

"Are you sure Mama Fu is out?" Su Qingcheng asked the servant while eating.

The servant said respectfully: "Yes."

After what happened at the celebration banquet, everyone in the Fu family changed their attitude towards her differently, and it was no longer the scene of scoffing at her when they met before.

"This is really good!"

Su Qingcheng immediately threw away her rice bowl, ran upstairs without stopping, got into the cloakroom and began to put on makeup.

Of course you have to go out for a good spring!
Counting the days, she should have died long ago.

After several phone calls with Ling Heng, Ling Heng always reported the account very well, but she still has to check it out.

Moreover.

There's someone else she needs to deal with!

Covering the morbid paleness on her face with cool makeup, she changed into a more neutral outfit, and picked out an inch-long wig from the closet, transforming herself into a handsome and cool young lady with short hair.

This is completely different from her charming image in a red dress with big waves in the past.

It can be said that it is two people.

However, when she went out satisfied, she bumped into a wall head-on, and immediately asked a very pointed question: "Miss Su, where are you going?"

Su Qingcheng frowned and looked up.

She saw the person she hated from the bottom of her heart standing in front of her, and she didn't know when he came.

"Miss Su, the Patriarch and Madam have ordered you not to run around, so please go back. Also, you are probably insulting the family by dressing up like this?"

Yuan Yin blocked the door gloomyly.

Staring at her deeply, when he said these words, his eyes were full of obvious ridicule and disdain.