On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Hua Sheng's face gradually turned pale, and finally his lips trembled little by little, "You are a devil, you belong to me."

Ginkgo was confused after hearing this, and looked at the young lady in confusion.

"Miss, what? What are you talking to yourself about?"

Hua Sheng looked at Ginkgo with complicated eyes, "The flower language of black roses is... you are a devil and belong to me."

"Ah? Some people say you are a devil?" Gingko understood the meaning very briefly, and Hua Sheng didn't explain much.

Hua Sheng didn't say much to Ginkgo. After getting off the car, Hua Sheng stood at the door for a long time.

Finally, I threw those black roses into the trash can.

But Ginkgo noticed it, and the young lady became in a bad mood. After she came back, she entered the room and remained silent.

In the evening, when Jiang Liu came back, Ginkgo specially told her uncle.

"Uncle, uncle, our lady is not in a good mood today."

"what happened?"

When Jiang Liu heard that his wife was in a bad mood, it was okay. He immediately put down his briefcase and asked directly.

Ginkgo explained the cause and effect of the matter, but in fact it was nothing, it was just about the black rose.

Jiang Liu deliberately took out his mobile phone to check, but what he found was different from Hua Sheng's.

The meaning of black roses is - you are my only and most cherished love forever.

But even so, Jiang Liu was very depressed.

Is there an opponent coming to challenge?

What does it mean to send black roses to her Asheng?

Jiang Liu then closed his phone and went upstairs.

Hua Sheng was still lying down at this time, but not asleep because his eyes were open.

"A Sheng." He opened the door and went in.

Hua Sheng stood up slowly and leaned on the bed behind him. He looked really lack of energy.

She was wearing a dress made of smooth satin fabric, apricot color, very light, and because it was originally white, she looked extremely fragile.

Jiang Liu felt very distressed and hugged him directly.

"A Sheng."

"What are you doing, Mr. Jiang, why are you being coquettish?" Hua Sheng smiled.

"A Sheng, who sent the flowers?"

"Ha, did that fast-talking Ginkgo tell you everything?"

Jiang Liu continued to act coquettishly, "Well, I am very angry. I dare to give my wife flowers. This is asking for death."

"To be honest, I don't know who it is, but I always feel... black roses are not very auspicious."

This is true. Hua Sheng really doesn’t know who he is?

Thanks to Dongyang, it’s definitely not the case.

Ling Xiao, I can't say, after all, there is no evidence, but I feel that Ling Xiao's rank and IQ are not like someone who can buy black roses.

As for the others... Hua Sheng is even less sure.

So I didn't say much to Jiang Liu, and Jiang Liu was not a pushover, so naturally he didn't ask too many questions.

The couple went downstairs to have dinner and then went to the study.

Hua Sheng played the piano and Jiang Liu drank tea. They often played with this kind of profound artistic conception.

But at eight o'clock in the evening, Hua Sheng suddenly received a call from Yu Ping.

"Xiao Sheng, have you read the news?" Yu Ping's voice was very panicked.

"No, no news." Hua Sheng still had armor on his hands.

"Take a look at our store..."

Yu Ping didn't know what to say, so she could only let Hua Sheng read the news by himself.

Hua Sheng looked at his phone, and his expression changed drastically.

It said - a remote commercial street in downtown Jiangcheng suddenly caught fire an hour ago. A dozen shops on the street were all burned to ashes. The most important thing is that there are still people living in some of them. Preliminary statistics , 4 died and 12 were injured, including one with severe burns who is still in the intensive care unit.

Hua Sheng continued to read the news, and the more he read, the colder his heart became.