Mr. Gu, my wife has blocked you.

These words were a blatant mockery of her previous pretending to be ill at the marriage recognition banquet.

Song Jiayu immediately turned pale with anger, "You——"

Probably because she was afraid that she would be stupid and say something else, Su Wanqin finally said, "Ruoxing, your essential oil is not extracted from roses. I smell the smell of white sandalwood, daisies, and wild orchids, but I don't smell roses."

Han Ruoxing paused and frowned, "No, they told me clearly it was rose. I just bought it when I heard it was rose. I like roses the best."

Song Tianjun's eyelids twitched.

Favorite rose? Doesn't she like sunflowers the most?

Su Wanqin said warmly, "In order to promote sales, some salesmen will deliberately include some ingredients that are not originally there, especially in terms of spices. It is difficult for ordinary users to tell what is specifically added, and they are often easily fooled. Next time you want to make something For essential oils, you can go to our company and tell us the flavor you want, and I can personally help you prepare one."

Han Ruoxing smiled and said, "So that's it. Thank you Aunt Su for popularizing the science."

"You're welcome."

A hint of contempt flashed in Su Wanqin's eyes. After all, Hanyalan's daughter did not inherit her unusual sense of smell, and she couldn't even distinguish the smell.

"Since Aunt Su is allergic to roses, Dad, let me take the flowers away later. I will take good care of them for you and maybe I can save them, okay?"

Song Wanqian was overjoyed, "That's great. Be careful when you move it. I brought it back from abroad. It's very delicate."

She didn't know if it was Han Ruoxing's misunderstanding, but she felt that after her father finished saying this, a trace of gloom flashed across Su Wanqin's face.

Han Ruoxing pretended not to see it and responded with a smile, "Just for your red envelope, I have to help you feed it."

When Han Ruoxing went back to the room to put the red envelope, Song Tianjun followed.

He closed the door and whispered, "Do you think her rose allergy is fake?"

Han Ruoxing opened the red envelope and said, "I don't know, let's trick her."

Song Tianjun? ? ?

Han Ruoxing raised her head, "Brother, mom likes Qiangwei very much, right?"

Song Tianjun was surprised, "How did you know?"

Han Ruoxing shook the photo album on the table and said, "In many of Mom's photos here, there are roses in them."

In addition, the pot of roses outside the house was not allowed to be moved in, but as soon as it got cold, my father had people install it to insulate it. He regarded it as a treasure and looked at it several times a day. Every time a leaf fell, he felt distressed for a long time. It's hard to guess who he cherished that pot of roses for.

Song Tianjun nodded, "The variety in the pot is a dwarf variety that my mother used to cultivate. It is more difficult to grow than ordinary roses. It is easy to get sick and the flowers are sparse, but it is very beautiful when it blooms. After my mother passed away, my father has been taking care of it." .”

"He was actually very attentive. He didn't know anything at the beginning, but in the end he learned how to fertilize, apply pesticides, prune and graft. My mother kept seven or eight pots at that time. One year, my father went on a business trip, and the weather suddenly dropped, and my aunt at home forgot to close the rooftop. No one knew about the window for several days, and when dad came back, they were all dead."

A grown man came back and looked at the mess. His eyes were so red that even though he tried his best, he couldn't save a single pot.

This matter has always bothered my old father. He has been looking for this variety for so many years. When he was abroad last year, he came across it by chance and spent money to buy it back.

But Su Wanqin was allergic to roses, and she broke out in red rashes all over her body when she was left at home. Song Wanqian had no choice but to keep them outdoors, but that breed was inherently delicate and could not survive heat or cold, so she was always sick. A sleepy look.

Even so, when he returns to China, he will take it across the ocean and take root in Jiangcheng.

Han Ruoxing thought of the days when she lived in the Song family. Every time Song Wanqian took good care of the roses, his expression always became very gentle. When he looked at the roses, was he looking at his long-lost lover?

"Actually, dad planned to build a special flower house in the yard to raise them, and then put in a few more pots. However, before construction started, Aunt Su had an allergy, so dad gave up this idea for the time being."

Han Ruoxing twitched her lips, "That's really a coincidence."

Han Ruoxing had doubts as to whether those roses were really frozen to death.

The coldest weather in Jiangcheng is only four to five degrees below zero. Roses are not a delicate species. Even if they are cultivated, they will not be so bad that they will freeze to death after two days of freezing.

She is not allergic to so many flowers, but she is allergic to roses, which her mother loves very much. It is not a coincidence.

"Brother, why did you knock over the bowl of porridge on purpose just now downstairs?" He lowered his voice, "Is the matter you found related to...?"

Song Tianjun shook his head, "Not sure. The nurse said that the person who came to them was a man, but there was never any man around her."

"Where's the hired murderer?"

"If you don't have someone close to you, would you dare to use it if it's a life-threatening matter?"

Han Ruoxing was silent. It was true that only the community of interests and the mouth of the dead were the safest.

Han Ruoxing's heart palpitated for a while. If it was really her, what kind of mentality had she possessed all these years with peace of mind? Han Ruoxing felt a chill running down his spine.

"Don't think about it," Song Tianjun rubbed the top of her hair, "No need to do anything, no need to think about anything, just raise the baby in peace and take care of yourself. For the rest, my brother is here."

Han Ruoxing closed her eyes. If the plane crash was really man-made, then she was sure to have taken precautions. Then every step of her brother's investigation might put her in danger.

"Brother, do you want to tell daddy?"

Song Tianjun sighed, "What are you talking about? What can you say without any evidence? Even if you miss your first wife, a couple who has been sleeping in the same bed for 20 years will not only be unable to do anything but may be wronged because of just a word without evidence." 'She makes dad feel guilty."

After a while, Song Tianjun said again, "Actually, even if I don't like her, I don't want it to be her, so later I found out it was a man, and I was a little lucky."

If it hadn't been for the plane crash later.

Han Ruoxing shook her head and realized that if it were her, then the person who was most heartbroken would be her father.

Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of a car engine came from downstairs.

Song Tianjun stood up and said, "Let's go, Gu Jingyan is here to pick you up."

However, when he got downstairs, it was not Gu Jingyan, but Mo Mingxuan.

Wearing a white suit, he stood in the living room talking to Song Wanqian. Han Ruoxing's first reaction was to turn around and head upstairs.

However, before he even took a step forward, Mo Mingxuan's voice came over, "Ruoxing, Happy New Year."

Han Ruoxing stepped back and said with a dry smile, "Happy New Year."

Then he asked, "Why did you come here so late at night?"

Mo Mingxuan picked up the wine in his hand and said, "Looking at your posts, I want to have a drink with you to celebrate the New Year."

Han Ruoxing...