In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Who else can I give it to?

After Xu Huiying finished speaking, Huo Minglou handed one of the bunches to her, "Mrs., this is for the teacher. Please find a bottle and keep it with water."

"Hey, it's so beautiful and smells amazing..." Xu Huiying took it, smelled it, then looked at him with a smile and joked, "Who is that bunch for?"

The implication in these words was so strong that anyone with a sound mind could hear it. Song Hongguo began to feel on pins and needles and had the urge to rush out of the door.

However, Huo Minglou didn't give her a chance to escape. He walked towards her with the same face, as handsome as a god. But at this moment, it no longer had the coldness and alienation of the past, and his expression was somewhat unnatural, even though he tried hard to pretend. He was calm and composed, but when he spoke, he could still hear a bit of nervousness and embarrassment. Even his slightly red ears betrayed his embarrassment, "Send it to you."

Just two words that made him say it thousands of times.

In my mind, the system has begun to scream excitedly, "Ah ah ah, take it quickly, the male god cut the flowers for you with his own hands and bandaged them with his own hands. It's so romantic and so flirtatious..."

Song Hongguo looked at the flowers handed to her, hesitated for a moment, and then took them calmly, said "thank you" calmly, and said goodbye calmly.

She couldn't stay any longer.

Seeing this, Xu Huiying knew what she was doing. She had been a matchmaker many times and was already very experienced. So, she smiled and said, "Hongguo wants to go back to the department? Minglou, you can go see her off for me and your teacher."

"Need not……"

"We are not outsiders. Don't be polite to Hongguo and let him deliver it. I'm here to watch. Minglou, you don't have to come back in a hurry. You can just come back after eating outside."

Huo Minglou glanced at her and said "Okay".

Song Hongguo, "..."

Don't always look at her face.

Xu Huiying walked her to the door, and took her hand and said affectionately, "Hongguo, Minglou and I will come to our house for dinner some other time when we are free. I will make braised pork for you."

Huo Minglou followed closely, "The braised pork cooked by my wife tastes very good."

What else could Song Hongguo say besides nodding?

Although she did have the intention to try it with him, at this moment, she still inevitably felt a little rushed.

The system said, "You are not forced to go to Liangshan. Don't think blindly, and don't anger my male god. People at this time are so enthusiastic and like to be matchmakers. When I see a man and a woman with the right conditions, I can't help it." If you want to match them up, it’s not because my male god is playing tricks on you or deliberately defeating your army in front of them.”

Song Hongguo sneered, "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have thought so much."

system,"……"

Do you think what it said is superfluous?

The two left one after the other, with a distance of about two meters apart. After all, they were in a hospital, and people were coming and going. If they were too close, they would inevitably be gossiped about.

She was holding a basket in one hand and flowers in the other, which was quite conspicuous.

Not to mention, there is a handsome guy with the level of a male god behind him.

After leaving the ward building and walking through a small road with few people, Huo Minglou found a chance to speak, "Dr. Song, thank you for coming to see the teacher today."

Song Hongguo slowed down and turned to look at him, not wanting him to misunderstand. After a moment of hesitation, she said frankly, "...I'm not here because of you."

Huo Minglou smiled when he heard this, "I know. The teacher told me yesterday that he and your adoptive father knew each other many years ago. I didn't expect that you would be assigned to work in the factory hospital. It was fate."

Song Hongguo didn't catch the words for a moment and fell silent.

The atmosphere was about to become awkward when Huo Minglou asked, "Do you like these flowers?"

Song Hongguo nodded.

Huo Minglou seemed to be relieved, "The Red Soldier told me that giving flowers to lesbians is not as popular as giving other gifts, and your sincerity will even be questioned."

"Ok?"

Seeing her confusion, Huo Minglou was honest, "The Red Soldier said that when lesbians receive flowers, they will think that gay men are reluctant to spend money, so they use flowers to fool them."

Song Hongguo understood, and had to say that the kind of doubt he mentioned was not unusual at all. In the past life, sending flowers was too common, but now, it seems a bit out of place. Very few people would have this thought. After all, it’s not about eating or drinking. As for romance, what is romance?It's not as good as the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, even if it comes with two steamed buns, it's better than this.

The system asked excitedly, "You're not that vulgar, are you?"

Before she could answer, Huo Minglou asked her, "Do you have such doubts?"

Song Hongguo asked, "What would you do if I had such doubts?"

Huo Minglou thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Then I will give you other precious gifts to prove that I am not reluctant to spend money, let alone use it to fool you?"

Hearing this, Song Hongguo stopped laughing, stared at him and asked, "Then if I accept your precious gift, what will you think of me? Will you think it is vulgar and realistic?"

Huo Minglou shook his head, "I feel a little sorry."

"Pity?"

"Well, I hope that we can be like-minded and have the same ideas and views. This way, we will have fewer conflicts and troubles when we get along in the future."

"So, the relationship you are looking forward to between the two of you is..."

"The harmonious music of the harp and harp nourishes each other."

After he finished speaking, he blushed, but his eyes did not dodge and his expression was very serious.

Song Hongguo took a deep breath to resist the temptation of his beauty all the time, "What if I can't do it? What will you do if some of our ideas and opinions differ?"

Huo Minglou thought for a while and said seriously, "If it is a small disagreement, such as sending flowers, I will do it according to your preferences. Although I have some regrets, there will be no grudges. For larger differences, I will discuss with you to see if we can find a compromise. If it is really unconvincing, then I will choose to respect your decision no matter how disapproving it is. Unless it involves differences between the country and the moral bottom line, then it will be difficult for me to compromise. Yes, I will stick to my beliefs."

His answer, it could be said... made her very satisfied.

She doesn't like men who listen to women in everything and have no independent opinions or self-esteem. Let's not talk about whether such men are useless or not. At the very least, they will make her feel stressed. Of course, she doesn't like male chauvinism even more. Asking women to obey and treating women as subordinates, Huo Minglou's answer is the closest to her ideal answer.

It really surprised her.

When she felt happy, she became more candid and said with a smile, "I like the flowers you gave me very much. In my opinion, whether a gift is valuable or not does not depend on the amount of money, but on the sincerity."

Hearing this, Huo Minglou's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

Song Hongguo nodded.

Huo Minglou couldn't help but couldn't help but take two steps towards her. His voice became a little softer, "I'm very happy... we can have the same ideas."