The correct way to open Chenyuan Lively and Fragrant

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Le Yan shook her head: "No, I don't know why, I feel like I can't tell him."

Xiaoya Huizi laughed: "Oh, then why did you tell me?"

Le Yanxiao: "This... I don't know, I just think that Sister Huizi is a trustworthy person, a person who can confide in her heart. No matter what I do, you will not laugh at me, and you will not laugh at me. They will all believe me; to be honest, although mother said that Brother An is my righteous brother and treats me very well, but... I always feel that there is a gap..."

Xiaoya Huizi listened quietly, with mixed emotions in her heart.

Le Yan: "Sister Huizi, I heard from Brother An that...you know how to hypnotize and can use hypnotism to evoke people's forgotten memories...can you...can you help me?"

Xiaoya Keiko was stunned suddenly.

help...do not help

If Le Yan regained her memory, then it would be impossible for her to have such intimate and friendly conversations with herself...

Knowing so many troubles, can she still smile so innocently?

The parting under the wisteria flowers, and Le Yan's heartbroken face, have hurt her so many nights.

She will know that she is not the most beautiful flower, but the ugliest thorn!

Le Yan opened her eyes and said sincerely: "Sister Huizi... can't you? I really want to get back my memory! Brother An said that as long as I get back my memory, my nose will be restored! Then the flower plague medicine can be made It came out! And... I want to think back to the time I spent with Keiko-san! It must be wonderful!"

Xiaoya Keiko: "Hypnotism...is very dangerous, do you believe me?"

Le Yan immediately replied without thinking: "Of course I believe you!"

A sweet dream will eventually wake up, no matter whether Le Yan will recover her memory or not, can she live with Le Yan like this?You still have to be the heir of your Great Japan Incense Society!Xiaoya Huizi smiled self-deprecatingly: "Okay, I will help you."

If there is still a farewell pain after all, why not let Le Yan remember everything and get back her lost talent!

Koya Taro, Ning Zhiyuan, and Koya Keiko knelt on the tatami in the Japanese Incense Club.

Xiao Yataro had a gloomy face: "I heard that Le Yan has found a cure for flower plague?"

Xiaoya Huizi: "As far as I know, she hasn't found a way to rejuvenate the diseased roses, but she can keep the roots from dying."

Koya Taro: "Hmph, if the flower roots don't die, these flower farmers will only lose this season's harvest, and they can't despair about the future. It will be difficult for us to annex their flower fields at a low price..."

Xiaoya Taro looked at Xiaoya Keiko with suspicious eyes: "This shouldn't be? Hasn't Le Yan lost her sense of smell? Someone gave her some advice..."

Xiaoya Huizi smiled slightly: "What is father looking at me for? It is impossible for me to destroy father's plan. And father should understand that the person I am least likely to help is Le Yan..."

Xiao Yataro: "That's true... I never thought that Le Yan has lost her sense of smell, but she is still so savvy..." Then she turned her head to look at Ning Zhiyuan: "No man can easily forget a girl like her who is blue-hearted and intelligent, right?"

Ning Zhiyuan smiled: "Father-in-law, Ning Zhiyuan used to be protected by his father. He had a big family and a great career, so he didn't have to worry about anything, so he could do whatever he wanted for the sake of women. Now that my father's revenge has not been avenged, and my family business has not prospered, I am the most What is important is no longer the love of children.”

Xiaoya Taro: "Well, I can also see that you are indeed not the Ning Zhiyuan you used to be. Knowledge of practical affairs is a sign that a man has finally matured."

Ning Zhiyuan: "Father-in-law, even if Le Yan thinks of a way to save the flower roots, can't you think of a way to spread a more powerful flower plague virus?"

Ning Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, and looked at Xiao Yataro with an evil smile.

Xiaoya Huizi's complexion changed, she looked at Ning Zhiyuan in disbelief.

Xiaoya Taro was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Good Ning Zhiyuan, you are indeed non-toxic and not a husband! Your suggestion is good, I will make good arrangements."

Ning Zhiyuan had a sly look on his face, rubbed his hands together and made three comparisons: "If the [-]-acre flower fields and all the small incense houses in Mowangling are merged, can my father-in-law increase the bonus to [-]%?"

Xiao Yataro looked at Ning Zhiyuan: "I never thought you would be more greedy than Wen Shixuan..."

Ning Zhiyuan flattered him, "How can Wen Shixuan compare with me? I'm your future son-in-law, so this fat water won't fall into the fields of outsiders!"

Koya Taro looked at Koya Keiko with a smile, and said in Japanese: "Keiko, look, Ning Zhiyuan and Wen Shixuan are both so greedy!"

Xiaoya Huizi smiled with a complicated expression, but said nothing.

Just after the thunderstorm in midsummer, the sun is still high in the sky at Shenshi, the fresh smell is floating in the air, and the cicadas are singing again.

The sophisticated and advanced equipment in Ning's Fragrance Workshop lay quietly in the squatter room, and the flower stands and baskets were neatly placed in the prescribed positions.

The largest Ning's incense shop in Mowangling is still closed today.

In the courtyard at the main entrance, Ah San and Ah Si jumped up and down, playing and stepping on shadows with the long-time workers who stayed behind.

In the study room in the backyard, Ning Zhiyuan sat on the table with his mouth open, with one leg bent and his hands pressed together, the other leg dangling outside the table, his upper body gown was unbuttoned, revealing a bare chest...

An Yichen put the mung bean cake into his mouth.

After putting the mung bean cakes, he fanned the two of them with a fan. The gown on his body was only buttoned at the waist, and his sexy clavicle and chest muscles were exposed for everyone to watch: "Your move is really good! You came right away." Personal loot!"

Ning Zhiyuan said proudly: "Of course, who is the young master! I've acted in this play since I was a child, who among the ten miles of townspeople has not been punished by my little bully?"

An Yichen couldn't laugh or cry, he really didn't know if he was really showing off, or making fun of himself?

Seeing Ning Zhiyuan's self-confident demeanor, his smug smile, yet making people like him so much, An Yichen frowned, stared at him and said with a smile: "When you defeat the plot of Japanese incense to engulf us in the future, you will become everyone's favorite!" A hero in my heart!"

Ning Zhiyuan's feet were dangling, his face was stained a little red: "I don't want to be a hero, I just want to grow old with you..."

An Yichen picked up a piece of mung bean cake, put it in his mouth, and kissed Ning Zhiyuan, and used his tongue to send the mung bean cake into Ning Zhiyuan's mouth, and gently touched his upper jaw, it melted, and his mouth was full of the fragrance of sesame oil With the freshness and sweetness of the mung beans, the two shared the mung bean cake in their mouths, and did not separate until there was no trace of the taste.

Ning Zhiyuan licked his lips subconsciously, An Yichen looked at it and took another sip of tea, just half a sip of the tea, but the more he drank the tea, the thirstier he became, and after drinking one cup, the two mouths were thirsty.

An Yichen turned the person around, leaned his back into his arms, and reached down with his hands: "Do it again?"

The sensitive vitals were held and rubbed, Ning Zhiyuan's breathing became heavier, and the heat in his lower abdomen rose: "Huh... um... time... um... ah..."

An Yichen coaxed: "Then husband, hurry up, half an hour will be enough?"

The neck was attacked by a slippery tongue again, Ning Zhiyuan fell without any suspense.

The sun was about to set on the west mountain, and the game that Ah San and Ah Si played with the long-term workers in the Qianmen courtyard had changed to beating each other's heads with mosquitoes flying into a ball.

Ning Zhiyuan leaned against An Yichen to rest with flushed cheeks.

An Yichen touched his pocket watch and came out to check the time. The battle had lasted for nearly an hour, and An Yichen let out a sigh of relief, feeling that he had tried his best.

An Yichen kissed his temples: "Tired? Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head: "No, go back to sleep and rest will be fine."

An Yichen combed his hair with his fingers.

Ning Zhiyuan was quiet for a while and asked: "Since Le Yan can research the medicine to cure flower plague, then the memory..."

An Yichen rested his chin on the top of Ning Zhiyuan's hair, and sighed: "Well, Huizi hypnotized Le Yan, and Le Yan remembered everything, but...she was very angry...the last time I went to see her, she didn't want to see her I'm..."

Ning Zhiyuan put his hand on An Yichen's hand on his chest: "Should we find a chance to tell Le Yan everything?"

Keiko Xiaoya walked in the wooden compartment of the incense club.

Through the wooden sliding door, came the roar of Koya Taro's exasperation.

Xiao Yataro yelled in the language of his hometown: "Baga! You idiots, hurry up and investigate again!"

His subordinates responded in panic, "Hi!"

The door was pushed open, and the two men ran out in a panic.

Inside the door, Koya Taro was walking back and forth quickly with a gloomy face.

Xiaoya Huizi: "Father, what happened?"

Koya Taro: "Keiko, something serious happened! The three people who were in charge of releasing the flower plague virus are all missing!"

Xiaoya Keiko's expression froze.

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