Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

"Mrs……"

The butler was about to go up to call Yang Sanyue, but Fang Yiru blocked him.

The two followed into the flower shop.

'Hello, do you want to buy flowers?What breed do you need? '

Yang Sanyue stepped forward and carefully signed the sign language. She was afraid that the person in front of her would not understand, so she quickly took out the tablet and wrote it out.

Looking up, Yang Sanyue's eyes fell on the housekeeper.

The whole person froze in place.

"Does the boss remember me?"

The butler stepped forward and smiled, with a hint of gentleness in his tone.

I thought that I only came here half a month ago, and Yang Sanyue should have forgotten it long ago, but she didn't expect that she still remembered.

Yang Sanyue in front of her nodded, and her eyes fell on Fang Yiru again.

How could she not remember who this old man is, and the person in front of her...

"This is my wife."

Seeing that Yang Sanyue's eyes fell on Fang Yiru, the butler quickly explained.

'Hello madam. '

Looking at the well-behaved girl in front of him and bowing to him, Fang Yiru was a little surprised, but still nodded proudly.

"I heard that the flowers here are good, let me take a look."

As Fang Yiru said, he looked around for this small flower shop with only twenty or thirty square meters.

Although there are not too many varieties, most of them are common flowers, which should be very easy to sell.

The corners of the store have also been cleaned very clean, it can be seen that they are still hardworking people.

Fang Yiru's footsteps stopped before a pile of lilies.

Wei Wei took a look.

'Is the wife visiting relatives or friends? '

Yang Sanyue handed over the tablet and asked seriously.

Fang Yiru smiled and said, "Pie me a bouquet of red roses, 99 of them."

Yang Sanyue was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect her to answer like this, although she was surprised, she nodded and turned to count the roses.

"Can't you speak? Naturally?"

Fang Yiru looked at Yang Sanyue who was counting flowers in front of him, and sat down directly from the sofa in the shop.

While looking at it, he asked casually.

Yang Sanyue paused slightly, put down Rose and explained: "I was injured when I was young. '

"Aren't you a mute?"

Seeing Yang Sanyue shaking her head, Fang Yiru seemed relieved.

But then he looked at Yang Sanyue carefully.

Then she wasn't dumb before, but how did she become unable to speak later.

Although curious, Fang Yiru opened his lips, but he still didn't ask any more questions.

He just turned around and said: "I heard that the roses here are very beautiful. My son comes here often. You should know him. He is a student of Jiang University next door, and his name is Jiang Muhang."

Fang Yiru looked at Yang Sanyue carefully, watching her hands tremble slightly while cleaning the roses.

The thorns on the flower branches had already been cleaned up, but she stopped feeling a little uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, Yang Sanyue nodded silently.

"Actually, you already recognized me when I first came in."

Fang Yiru asked calmly.

Although this girl hid it well, she also discovered that when she looked at herself, her eyes would be inexplicably staggered.

It seemed that he had no intention of pausing on her face for three seconds.

If you didn't recognize her, why avoid her.

Yang Sanyue didn't respond, and Fang Yiru didn't speak any more.

In the flower shop, there was only the busy figure of the girl, watching her count the roses, and then clean them up one by one.

Finally, wrap the bouquet one by one.

Fang Yiru watched quietly.

Yang Sanyue didn't speak, and she didn't bother to.

Watching her arrange all the flowers, and then hug her.

Seeing this, the butler hurriedly took the bouquet, then automatically transferred the money and put the flowers in the car.

Fang Yiru had a faint smile on his face, and when he looked at Yang Sanyue again, he found that she was standing obediently in front of him, looking at her with an embarrassed expression.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have any other intentions here, I just want to see you."

Take a look at what a woman who is so obsessed with her son is going to go crazy and lose her mind.

Although she didn't say a few words, she also saw a general idea.

Sure enough, she is very obedient, but I don't know if it is really so obedient.

"Mrs. Jiang, I..."

Yang Sanyue stood there nervously, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

She wanted to explain, but didn't know how to start.

It seemed that what I said meant that there was no silver 300 taels here.

He had no choice but to meet Fang Yiru's gaze and stood there uneasy.

'I'm really sorry to trouble you. '

Standing at the end, Yang Sanyue could only write this sentence.

After much deliberation, it seems that I have indeed caused trouble to others.

Fang Yiru turned her head slightly, and saw Yang Sanyue in front of her with her head down, writing on the board with a serious face.

'Master Jiang is a good man, we are just ordinary friends. '

"You treat him as a normal friend?"

Fang Yiru frowned, biting the words 'ordinary friends' emphatically.

For a while, I mourned for my son.

Judging by what they mean, she has no interest in her son at all.

Could it be her son's unrequited love?

It's a bit...

Yang Sanyue didn't know what she meant by asking this question, she stood there nervously for a while, and nodded awkwardly.

Could it be that a person like her is not suitable to be an ordinary friend with him?

The girl pursed her lips tightly, and could only say: "Master Jiang is a good person, he likes to help others, he is a good person." '

Fang Yiru looked at the tablet in front of him.

It's over, her son even got the good man card, so it's even more useless now.

Originally, I came here by myself, and I still have the feeling of a mother-in-law seeing an ugly daughter-in-law.

Now I suddenly feel sorry for my son.

She felt sorry for her little San'er.

"Good man, my son is naturally a good man."

Fang Yiru's voice was a little sharp, which was a habit she had developed since she was a child.

Although she had deliberately slowed down the speed of speaking with her, it still made Yang Sanyue tense up immediately.

He hurriedly said: "Master Jiang is a very good person." '

"That's good, it's not that you don't like him."

Fang Yiru frowned, a little dissatisfied.

Since when, her son will be picked on.

And the one chosen was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, and she was also dumb.

This is really a bit shocking.

'what? '

Yang Sanyue froze in place, unable to react for a while.

What she meant by saying this suddenly, she could only stand there in a daze, looking at her carefully.

Fang Yiru coughed lightly, and said seriously: "Is my son not good enough for you? Or is it because he has a bad personality and you think he has a bad temper? Or is there something dissatisfied with our family background?"

Although Fang Yiru asked this question casually, Yang Sanyue felt a kind of inherent pressure and panic due to her cold attitude and arrogance from her childhood.

He shook his head hard and replied: "Master Jiang is very good, I have nothing dissatisfied." '

If she was not satisfied, then she was not satisfied with such a bad self.