Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

The gardener almost vomited blood. After a while, he waved his hand and told Feng He: "This kind of rose probably costs tens of thousands of gold coins. But it is not fully grown now, so you can pick it..."

When Feng He heard the niche number "tens of thousands", she was shocked.

It was as if a thunderbolt struck him overhead.

"How many...tens of thousands?" Feng He opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what she said.

After struggling to digest the price of the roses, he thought guiltily: some of the roses he picked this morning were indeed in bud, and he just thought they were very charming at the time, so he didn't think too much about it and just picked them directly.

Feng He wanted to make amends. He glanced at the gardener and explained in a low voice: "Actually, I put water in the vase when I was arranging the flowers..."

The gardener seemed to have experienced a lot of hardships and didn't want to say anything. He just waved his hand and said, "The conditions for growing roses like this are extremely difficult..."

Feng He had a sad face, as if he was about to cry. He asked cautiously, "If Mr. Meng knew, what would he do to me?"

The gardener looked at the elf-like boy with great sympathy and said reluctantly, "I think your salary for this month will be deducted..."

In fact, he said it was too little. Feng He seemed to have picked five flowers in total. How could his monthly salary be worth the value of those five flowers?

Feng He forced a smile, but the corners of her lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He didn't tell the gardener that he actually didn't have any salary, he just worked for free and got free food, drink and accommodation...

It was getting late now, and Feng He planned to destroy the body and take the flowers out of Meng Jinsong's room before Meng Jinsong came back.

In order to prevent Meng Jinsong from being hurt by the sight of the things, he would want to stab him even more…

Feng He was crying.

He will never feel itchy again...

As it turned out, Feng He was a little too unlucky. On his way back from the garden, Meng Jinsong had already returned.

Feng He glared and immediately increased his speed, but Meng Jinsong was even faster than him, and his long legs took steps with great speed.

Moreover, the first thing Meng Jinsong did when he returned home was to take a shower, which meant he would have to go back to his room.

Feng He closed her eyes helplessly, ready to die.

He drifted into the kitchen in a daze, where the aunts were preparing dinner.

Today's dinner seemed particularly sumptuous, and Fenghe was so fragrant that she couldn't walk.

In fact, Feng He wanted to ask the aunts if they could cook his portion first, so that he could eat it first and try to be the last person to die of hunger...

But before he could open his mouth, he was startled by an angry voice.

"Feng He——"

It was Meng Jinsong's roar. Feng He closed her eyes with a bitter look on her face, turned around and went to the second floor.

Each step was extremely difficult, as if going to death.

The aunts looked at this scene in surprise and stared at each other.

They had never seen Mr. Meng have such big mood swings when they were working at home...

The housekeeper also looked at the way the two of them got along with each other thoughtfully.

Mr. Feng He is indeed not an ordinary person.

Feng He bent over and pushed open Meng Jinsong's door. He moved extremely carefully in order to reduce his presence.

But when he went in, he saw Meng Jinsong covering his face and staying away from the vase.

Feng He was puzzled and had a puzzled expression on her face.

When Meng Jinsong saw Feng He come in, he immediately stared at Feng He, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Feng He shuddered and forced a smile, which was clearly meant to please her.

"Did you put these flowers in my room?" The voice was as cold as water.

Feng He nodded timidly.

Meng Jinsong cursed softly.

Feng He stood dejectedly on the side, with his head down, waiting to be scolded.

He looked very depressed and knew he had done something wrong.

Meng Jinsong looked at him and snorted coldly.

Feng He trembled even more violently. He raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Jinsong secretly, fearing that he would kick him out of the house.

But Meng Jinsong still covered his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meng, I really didn't know this flower was so expensive... If I knew I couldn't afford the compensation even if I sold it, I would definitely not pick it, but why did you cover your face?"

Feng He was apologizing, but her tone changed as she spoke and she began to ask Meng Jinsong why he covered his face.

[I added some Meng Jinsong's allergens to the roses for you, so he should be allergic now.]

Feng He was horrified by the system's words. He trembled and asked the system: "We are in the same boat, why are you trying to hurt me?"

[…I’ll give you a chance to use the honey trap. Take good care of Meng Jinsong during this time when he’s allergic and sick, and let him discover your value. He basically doesn’t care about you now…I didn’t agree to let you live on the second floor yesterday, so I’ll arrange for him to have a fever, be eager for company, and so on…]

Feng He's eyes suddenly lit up for a moment.

Woohoo, system, you are just like my dad.

[……]He doesn’t deserve it.

Meng Jinsong heard Feng He's question, closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed wildly. He gritted his teeth and said, "I accidentally smelled the fragrance of flowers just now, and a rash suddenly appeared on my face."

Feng He, who already knew the whole story, touched his nose guiltily.

"Oh……"

Meng Jinsong spoke again grimly, his tone seemed to be covered with ice: "Do you know how much effort I put into cultivating this flower?"

Feng He trembled, it has come to this.

"I...I...I'm sorry, Mr. Meng."

Feng He thought about it and this is the only thing she could say.

Meng Jinsong looked at Feng He expressionlessly, as if he didn't buy it.

Feng He's breath was choked, and she added mysteriously, "Can I compensate you with some of the pearls I picked up earlier? They should be real..."

When Meng Jinsong heard this, the expression on his face changed.

Because he thought of the speculation about Feng He's identity.

"I still have to take care of you. Your allergies are caused by me. I will definitely take good care of you."

Feng He said very seriously.

He looked at Meng Jinsong with all his eyes, as if he was the only one in his heart.

Meng Jinsong looked away unconsciously, and uttered an imperceptible sound from his throat: "Hmm..."

The ending tone was dragged out a bit, revealing a sense of arrogance.

Feng He immediately came forward eagerly and suggested, "Mr. Meng, should we go to the hospital now and ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine?"

Meng Jinsong glanced at Feng He and saw the genuine worry on his face. For some reason, he felt very happy.

He picked up his cell phone and called his private doctor, summoning him over.

Of course the private doctor arrived very quickly, and Feng He made room for him as soon as he arrived.

He himself listened very carefully to the precautions given by the doctor.

He found paper and pen from somewhere and actually took notes there.

Very concerned about his appearance.

To be honest, it is not easy for someone as stupid as Feng He to perform such delicate movements.

Meng Jinsong looked at his actions in surprise. He really didn't expect Feng He to be so serious.