Kiss her 90,000 times

Not long after, Shi Wan was discharged from the hospital.

When she was discharged from the hospital, she returned to the mansion alone without notifying anyone.

When the servant saw her, he was startled at first, then froze: "Shi, Miss Shi...you are back..."

Shi Wan raised her eyes and glanced at it lightly, without saying a word, she went straight in.

The servant came to his senses, and hurriedly reached out to take the handbag in her hand, but was blocked by Shi Wan indifferently, "No need."

She knows that no one here thinks highly of her.

Because Fu Conglin didn't put her in his eyes, and didn't allow the servants to call her Madam, these people felt confident and pretended to be powerful, and Wan Wan's patience would pass away in normal times, and he didn't care about it.

But now, Shi Wan didn't want to bear it any longer.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the rose clusters by the corner of the wall, Shi Wan's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips, and then looked away indifferently.

Go upstairs.

Shi Wan threw the handbag on the sofa, then lay down on the big soft bed, turned over slightly, took a breath, and there was a familiar smell in her breath.

Then she frowned.

He called the servant and pointed to the bed, "Change the pillowcase, quilt cover and bed sheet."

The servant hesitated: "Miss Shi, the sheets were changed this morning."

Shi Wan turned her head, her eyes were cold, "Change if you tell me, don't you care about what I say?"

The servant lowered his head: "...Yes."

Running down the road in a hurry, she told the others that Shi Wan was going to change the bed sheet and quilt cover, which made the person mutter: "She really feels uneasy when she comes back, obviously it was just changed, why is she dissatisfied?"

The servant lowered his voice to stop: "...What are you talking about! Just do it!"

The man pouted, and reluctantly went upstairs.

Shi Wan didn't know these twists and turns, she walked slowly to the window, opened the window of the bedroom, and let in fresh air. After the familiar smell dissipated, her complexion got better.

She looked at the flowers and plants in the back garden. It was the season when everything was recovering and the grass was growing. The plants in the garden were full of greenery and vitality.

A piece of apricot-yellow flower buds appeared in the field of vision. It was a kind of rose flower called Mrs. Charlotte. Some of them had already stretched out their branches, full of vitality and pleasing to the eye.

Shi Wan was a little fascinated, and she didn't react until she felt a tingling pain in her palm. She lowered her head, stared at her palm with deep nail marks, and breathed out a deep breath with effort.

Still, not reconciled.

Shi Wan thought.

The servant had already quickly changed the new bed sheet and quilt cover, Shi Wan turned around, lowered her eyelids, and ordered lightly: "Pull all the rose flowers in the garden."

Mrs. Charlotte's rose, Song Pinellia's favorite flower.

Fu Conglin planted a large area in the back garden, thinking about people when seeing things.

Before, Shiwan was patient, but now Shiwan is not only looking at it, but just thinking about it makes her feel sick.

Fu Conglin has always asked people to take good care of her. During the flowering season, the fragrance is overflowing.

The climate in Jiangcheng is very suitable for Mrs. Charlotte's growth, and it can bloom three seasons a year.

When she first entered the mansion, Shi Wan secretly admired it, and suggested to Fu Conglin that she also wanted to plant flowers, a kind of champagne rose, which didn't need a large area, just one place would do.

She still remembers to this day, when Fu Conglin heard her words, the expression on his face, his brows and eyes were slightly raised, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth were raised into a smile that was not a smile. He looked at her, as if mocking her presumption, and saw Her small thoughts seem to be playful, with a particularly careless and contemptuous gesture.

Being ridiculed by Fu Conglin's silent rejection, she stopped thinking about planting flowers.

Whenever she looked at Mrs. Charlotte in the garden, she would faintly feel jealousy, and even wanted to trample and destroy it.

No one can bear the man he loves planting flowers for other women.

She is just a little girl in her early twenties, and she also has a mentality of comparison, and she also wants to be valued by Fu Conglin and to be liked by him.

In the past, she wanted to touch this rose flower but dared not. Now Song Banxia is riding on her head to bully her. If she doesn't do anything else, she will be sorry that she is the wife of Fu Conglin's wife.

The servant was very surprised when he heard what she said, and stood there motionless.

Shi Wan glanced over with emotionless indifference, and glanced at her, "Hurry up, do you want me to do it myself?"

The servant looked at Shi Wan, but didn't dare to refute, so he hurried to the back garden, met someone on the way, and told her to report to Fu Conglin, and then the person in charge was recruited, and Shi Wan's order was written down. explained.

The gardener was horrified: "How can that be done!? This is Mr. Fu's favorite flower! If Mr. Fu blames it, none of us will keep it!"

The servant was also in a dilemma: "I see that this rose flower cannot be kept. Miss Shi is also the master after all, can we not listen?"

"Shouldn't you inform Mr. Fu first?"

"I have already gone to notify, and I don't know when there will be news."

"Do as she says. If we don't listen, Miss Shi will turn around and talk to the old house, and we will be the ones who suffer."

This servant is an old man in the mansion, everyone calls her Aunt Wu, she has stayed in the mansion for a long time, and knows a lot about Shi Wan.

Knowing that the old man loves this granddaughter-in-law, so no matter how bad Fu Conglin treats Shi Wan, these servants dare not make it too obvious.

Shi Wan was on the balcony on the second floor, watching the servants and gardeners below dawdling and whispering, she was not in a hurry.

She naturally knew what they were worried about.

It was nothing more than fear of Fu Conglin's blame.

A thin vintage fringed blanket was set up on the hanging chair, with shredded strands on the edge of the blanket, and Shi Wan's subordinates fiddled with it unconsciously, thinking of what Wen Qing said before.

Shi Wan once complained to Wen Qing about the Mrs. Charlotte that Fu Conglin planted in the garden, and Wen Qing said bluntly, since you don't like it, just ask someone to remove it.

How dare Shi Wan was at that time, and because she owed Fu Conglin, she endured the grievance.

Wen Qing looked at her with a look of hating iron but not steel, helpless and impatient, and said: "If it were me, if I think it is an eyesore, I should destroy it directly. Out of sight, out of mind."

Thinking about it now, Wan felt that what Wen Qing said was right, since she didn't like it, just destroy it.

Her forbearance was exchanged for Fu Conglin's indifference, and Song Banxia's indifference. Since this is the case, there is no need for her to continue to endure and make herself sad and hurt.

The person who informed Fu Conglin hurried to the garden, shook his head, and indicated that Mr. Fu hadn't been contacted.

So, no matter how reluctant the servants were, they had to do something.

Looking at Mrs. Charlotte who fell down one by one, I was a little bit embarrassed.
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at that time.

Office of the President of Yuanshan Group.

Fu Conglin held a video conference for nearly two hours, but the final result of the discussion was not yet unified. After ending the meeting in a state of upset, he strode towards the office.

Secretary Tan Chen followed up in time and reported: "Mr. Fu, a call came from the mansion an hour ago."

Fu Conglin sat on the black executive chair, raised his hand and was rubbing his forehead. Hearing this, he paused slightly, without opening his eyes, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Tan Chen lowered his head in embarrassment, "I didn't receive it, I went to the tea room then."

He glanced at Fu Conglin's face, and asked cautiously: "Do you need to call back?"

"No need." Fu Conglin said concisely, "bring a cup of coffee in."

"Yes."

Tan Chen withdrew and touched his heart with lingering fear.

Fu Conglin opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the phone not far away, caressing his brow bone casually, it doesn't matter what happened in the mansion.