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Chapter 421: The Flower Language of Champagne Roses

"ring."

"For whom?"

"For you."

"Oh……"

Mu Qingcheng didn't react. She just stared blankly at the ring in Qin Chuyu's hand, which even she thought was very beautiful and exquisite.

Qin Chuyu was not in a hurry either. With a slight smile on his face, he waited for the reaction of this silly woman.

After a long while, Mu Qingcheng finally let out a sharp explosion: "Fuck! For me?!"

"Ah."

Qin Chuyu nodded affirmatively again, and then closed his hands as if on purpose: "You don't want it? If you don't want it, I'll throw it away~"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Who said no!"

Mu Qingcheng hugged Qin Chuyu's arm tightly, really afraid that this boy would change his mind and throw the ring away!

Qin Chuyu squatted down, pulled over her slender, well-defined, fair and delicate hand, and then put the ring in her hand on the middle finger of her left hand.

After carefully looking it up and down, Qin Chuyu was very satisfied with his choice: "Well, the size is just right, and the color is beautiful too."

Perhaps because he felt that Mu Qingcheng's hands were a little cold, Qin Chuyu rubbed them out of habit.

When he looked up again, Mu Qingcheng's eyes were already red.

Her eyes were not on the ring, but on the person who put the ring on her, never leaving it for a moment.

Qin Chuyu raised his hand, tapped her forehead with one finger, and said with a smile: "Why are you crying? It's just a ring, isn't it? It's not a rare item. Can't you, Mr. Mu, have as many as you want?"

Listening to his teasing, Mu Qingcheng shook her head and said seriously: "It's different, this is a gift from you."

"It's a gift from you. Even if you used a can ring, I think it's a hundred times more precious than the pure gold one."

"No, ten thousand times!"

"Well, this is made of a can ring." Qin Xianyu showed a teasing smile.

"Eh? Really?" Mu Qingcheng asked in surprise.

"Kidding."

Qin Chuyu snapped his fingers, and a large bouquet of champagne roses appeared in his hand and appeared in front of Mu Qingcheng.

Qin Chuyu handed her the flowers and said, "Here, these are for you. It celebrates our marriage certificate. We are officially together now. We will be considered a legal couple from now on."

"What do you mean by count?"

Mu Qingcheng said seriously: "Is that okay?"

"But thank you, husband~"

"Hey, it's so disgusting!"

"go with!"

"Okay, bye!"

"Come back here!"

Mu Qingcheng took the big bouquet of champagne roses, and while laughing and scolding, she caught Qin Xianyu, who was sometimes nervous.

The delicate petals of the champagne rose in my hand are like morning dew, and the tender stamens are like exquisite embroidery.

In the soft natural light, the champagne rose sparkles with a faint golden glow and exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

Looking at Mu Qingcheng, she was like a little girl receiving flowers for the first time, with an intoxicated and joyful look on her face.

Especially the corners of his mouth that couldn't be suppressed no matter what and the slightly curved eyebrows that were as beautiful as distant mountains. Qin Chuyu's face, which was usually as plain as boiled water, without any special features but could withstand thousands of tastings, also showed a gentle look.

At this moment, there was only her in his eyes.

Just like how they lived together seven years ago, even though they fought and quarreled and disliked each other, there was always only each other in their eyes.

As long as they appear in each other's sight, their eyes will always be on each other and can never be moved away.

"By the way, Xianyu, do you know the flower language of champagne rose?" Mu Qingcheng suddenly looked up and asked, with a ripple in her beautiful eyes.

Her beautiful eyes were full of anticipation.

"Ah."

Qin Xianyu rarely argued or joked with her. He nodded slightly and said seriously, "The flower language of champagne roses is that I only love you."

"So how many roses are there in this bouquet of champagne roses you gave me?"

"101."

"What do you mean?"

"The most... most beloved."

Mu Qingcheng was satisfied.

However, after looking at the flowers for a while, she put them aside and stretched out her arms with a smile in the face of Qin Xianyu's puzzled gaze.

Qin Chuyu understood what she meant almost immediately, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Let's stop. We hug each other hundreds of times a day and kiss each other thousands of times. We are already an old couple. Aren't you tired of it?"

"Not annoying, come here, it's illegal for me to hug my husband, right?"

Qin Chuyu had no choice but to walk up to her and sit in Mu Qingcheng's arms face to face. He put his arms around her slender neck, and their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Mu Qingcheng hugged her big salted fish contentedly and whispered in his ear: "You are my champagne rose. There is only one in the world. You are the only one in my heart."

"Hmm, so corny, where did you learn that?"

"Can you please stop ruining the atmosphere?" Mu Qingcheng hit him on the back with her hand, feeling helpless and amused.

Qin Xianyu gently rubbed her neck, sniffing her pleasant body fragrance, and said, "Because I don't like cheesy words, it always gives me goose bumps."

"Then I won't say anything anymore?"

"Forget it, except you."

Mu Qingcheng raised her chin proudly.

The two of them cuddled together for a long time. Since Grandma Mu's waist was still aching, Qin Xianyu didn't torment her like he did yesterday.

After a romantic and long French kiss, Qin Chuyu pulled out a folding recliner from a corner of the office and placed it next to Mu Qingcheng's office chair. He then lay on the chair, crossed his legs, drank a cup of milk tea, and chatted with her.

I guess only this dead salted fish would dare to lie down in front of Mu Qingcheng in her office while she is working, crossing his legs comfortably.

People who are favored are always fearless.

Just like Qin Chuyu, in the hearts of Mu Zhan and the others, they all more or less respect him because of his strength.

Sometimes I'm afraid of angering him.

But Mu Qingcheng didn't care about that. She continued to beat, scold and insult Qin Xianyu without any fear that Qin Xianyu would retaliate against her for any small matter.

This is the preference from salted fish.

If it were someone else, Mu Qingcheng could guarantee that, except for her two daughters and Yang Qianqi, whom she had only met once, everyone else would have been chopped to death by him!

Qin Xianyu is not a person who likes to be bullied, nor is he a gentleman even when he is bullied.

When their relationship was not so good before, Mu Qingcheng stepped on Qin Xianyu's bottom line, and Qin Xianyu almost died with her!

If it weren't for the baby in her belly, Mu Qingcheng would never doubt that Qin Xianyu really dared to do such a thing.

He was nothing like the clown who threw paint on her car last night.

He is not pretending, he really dares to do it!

But later on, their relationship improved, and after gradually getting to know this dead salted fish, Salted Fish would no longer behave like this.

This is why Mu Qingcheng always feels fearless in provoking him, beating him, and fucking him.

Although most of the time it ended with her fleeing in panic and surrendering.

"By the way, Xianyu, did you know that your old classmate is missing?"