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The ball is embroidered with bright red cloth, and there are gilt tassels hooked by small rings on the stitched edge, which looks quite beautiful.

but……

"Little thief, throw it away."

The beauty almost subconsciously took a picture of the hydrangea in the little thief's hand, and the little thief reacted immediately, following the strength of the beauty, and threw the hydrangea into the hand of the red clothes closest to him.

The beauty moved faster, and after the hydrangea got out of the thief's hand, she dragged the thief into the crowd.

There were already many girls' homes ready to pick up the hydrangea, but after the hydrangea was in the hands of the thief, those girls' houses were even more crowded. The crowded crowd made it difficult to move.

But the beauty's movements were so fast that even the red clothes disappeared before they could react.

The hydrangea in his hand was casually thrown by Hongyi to a girl who was crowded beside him. Hongyi's face was full of remorse, and he hurriedly hid in the crowd to search for the thief.

Then the hydrangea girl's face was full of joy, but before she lifted the hydrangea, the hydrangea in her arms flew back by itself as if she had grown legs.

But the hydrangea with "long legs" just flew straight back into the hand of the man on horseback. If you look closely, you can still see a thin white thread tied to the tassel ring of the hydrangea, and The other end of the thread was winding around Mr. Jia's wrist.

As if expressing dissatisfaction with the person who had just received the hydrangea, Mr. Jia pouted slightly, his face full of dissatisfaction, and the white silk thread in his hand was pulled back and forth by him.

"I want the girl in white who caught the hydrangea just now, the first one to catch it."

Mr. Jia grasped the hydrangea in his hand, and he seemed to no longer have the intention of throwing it out, but his eyes kept looking at the direction where the beauty and the thief had just left, and he was not at all interested in the bustling crowd at this time. Not to mention those girls who looked disappointed.

The servants and warriors also knew their young master's picky temperament, and they thought they could not throw the hydrangea out for three days, and in order to let their young master have a chance to repent, they specially tied a special silk thread on the hydrangea ball. The most important thing is that the hydrangea can be pulled back again when it is thrown wrongly, but I don’t want to slip such a small half circle, not to mention the hydrangea is thrown out, it must be the first one.

"Young master, are you still throwing this hydrangea?" The butler who accompanied him asked uncertainly. In such a short time, if he really went back to report, the young master went back on his word. The master withholds wages.

"Don't throw it away, I want to go back to the house, I want the first girl, you find it for me." Mr. Jia shook his head, like a childish child, with his lips pouted.

The accompanying housekeeper hurriedly took orders to go back to the manor to report to their master, and the three-day hydrangea throwing activity ended unexpectedly.

The little thief was originally pulled by the wrist by the beauty, but when he squeezed into the crowd, at some point, he nestled into the arms of the beauty...

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Years later--

The young couple nestled under the quilt, the beauty played with the little thief's black hair, and sucked on it, which made the little thief's cheeks turn red again, and he turned around, only showing the red roots of his ears.

Recalling the incident when she first ingested the thief's red lips many years ago, the beauty smiled and squeezed the thief's palm.

Beauty: Little thief, if Ruo Nu’s house is throwing a hydrangea, will you pick it up?

Thief: No answer.

The beauty raised her eyebrows, and gently tapped the thief's waist with her soft fingertips, causing the man to tremble slightly: "Don't answer?

The little thief turned around with a blushing face, and nestled into the arms of the beauty: No need to pick it up, you will stuff it into my arms...

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