Your Excellency, I love you!

Manman thought calmly, the answer to this question is actually yes, she asked him just to be more decisive.

He doesn't love her, he probably won't love anyone, but whether he loves anyone in the future has nothing to do with her.

After eating breakfast quietly, Mo Huangnian went back to the study to deal with some matters, and when he went downstairs again, he saw a glass of milk on the dining table.

He was slightly taken aback, then walked over quickly, and almost subconsciously picked it up and took a sip.

The ordinary taste in the mouth made the inexplicable hope in his heart suddenly dashed, and a servant's voice came from the side, "Mr. Mo, this is what I made just now, and I added some flower petal juice that my wife put in the refrigerator... It turns out that you Do you like the taste of drinking?"

Mo Huangnian stared at the glass of milk, maybe he couldn't drink it anymore, so he had an unstoppable desire for the original taste, he frowned, "It's not the same."

"Hey, then I can't help it. After all, it was developed by the wife herself. I don't know how to make juice from the petals to make it taste good." The servant shook his head, "After all, everyone's milk tastes different. "

Is it different?

In fact, he didn’t drink milk very much. In the past, it was good to have water to drink in his wandering life. Milk is a luxury. After meeting her, she pestered him to drink it. He refused to drink it at first, so she made it out of her The special taste has attracted his taste.

So she said let her go, how could he let it go.

"Ah!" The servant at the side suddenly exclaimed, "Sir, the balcony...the balcony seems to be on fire..."

Mo Huangnian suddenly came back to his senses, and he saw a fire burning on the balcony on the right, he frowned, rushed over quickly, and opened the sliding door.

I saw that all the potted plants and flowers and plants on the balcony were ignited, all burning, emitting thick smoke and smelling pungent.

Also the kind of flower she used to make his milk.

The servant saw the woman standing in the raging fire at a glance, "Ma'am!"

Qin Manman didn't even wear shoes, just stood barefoot with a small barrel of gasoline and a lighter in her hand, even a little spark had burned her ankle-length skirt.

Mo Huangnian's eyes narrowed, and he quickly stepped forward and carried her away from the balcony, put her down on the sofa, pressed the fire on her skirt with a pillow, and checked her legs for burns.

"I'm fine, don't touch me," Man Man said calmly, looking up at the servant, "If those plants are all burned to death, put out the fire, and don't burn down the villa that Dad made for me."

The big hand on the ankle tightened, "Qin Manman," Mo Huangnian's handsome face was tense, and he stared at her with dark eyes, "You are burning yourself to death to tell me that you don't want to be with me ?”

"I just want to burn those flowers and plants," she said with a quiet face, "because every time I see them, I will think of my mood when I was waiting for you at home, and I will also think of the picture of you sleeping with Wei Rao for a month. It feels like I can't breathe, but I have to let myself breathe, so I have to burn them, let alone, "

She withdrew her foot from his hand and stood up, "I planted those. I want to take good care of them or destroy them. That's my freedom."

Mo Huangnian maintained his squatting posture, and stood up after a long while, "Well, your freedom," he closed his eyes and said calmly, "Go and change clothes, the house is on fire and needs someone to clean it up, I'll take you out. "