Super love after marriage: abstinent Mr. Huo flirts with his sleepy pregnant wife

The smell was very much like the refreshing aroma of Wen Jiu's body, making him feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Handsome man, a bunch of jasmine flowers cost two yuan. How much do you want?"

The bucket the aunt carried contained jasmine buds, not bouquets with leaves. It was a bucket full of flowers. The top layer was skewered, and the bottom layer was full of tender white flowers, as small as stars. A little bit small, but extremely fragrant.

"How much does it cost?" Huo Beimo asked.

"A bucket?" Auntie's eyes lit up.

Normally, she might not be able to sell out all the flowers even if she was running in traffic for a day. This was the first time she met a customer who directly bought a bucket of jasmine flowers.

"If you want it, I'll give you a hundred bucks for this bucket."

The aunt excitedly pointed the QR code at Huo Beimo.

Huo Beimo thought that Wen Jiu always likes to tinker with flowers in the yard, and he must like flowers very much, so he scanned the QR code with his mobile phone and bought the whole bucket of jasmine flowers.

The aunt carefully placed the red plastic bucket on the seat of the Rolls-Royce. The plastic bucket looked out of place with the luxury car.

As she thanked her repeatedly, Huo Beimo closed the car window again.

When he finally arrived home, he carried a bucket of jasmine directly into the courtyard gate.

Thinking that Wen Jiu was waiting for him at home, he felt indescribably comfortable.

I don't know when he started to dislike the deserted feeling at home.

Seeing the lights on in the hall and hearing the voices of Aunt Hao and Wen Jiu talking, the corners of his lips curled up slightly and he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, the young master is back." Aunt Hao saw Huo Beimo first.

Wen Jiu followed Aunt Hao's voice and looked in the direction of Huo Beimo. The two of them saw the big red plastic bucket in his hand at a glance.

He was wearing a high-quality black shirt, and his straight long legs made the neatly pressed black trousers more three-dimensional. With the famous watch on his wrist, he exuded an unattainable aura. As a result, he was carrying a plastic bucket. Suddenly became grounded.

"Master, what are you carrying in your hand?" Aunt Hao asked strangely.

Huo Beimo walked in quickly, and Aunt Hao and Wen Jiu couldn't help but crane their necks to look around, only to realize that he was carrying a whole bucket of flowers.

"Do you want it?" Huo Beimo directly handed the bucket to Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu was stunned.

Although the red plastic bucket is unsightly, a bucket full of dotted jasmine buds is really beautiful, especially the refreshing fragrance that hits your nostrils. It’s hard for people who like flowers not to like this bucket of jasmine flowers.

Aunt Hao on the side suddenly understood something, and a meaningful smile instantly appeared on her face.

"Master, if I give you flowers for my young lady, I should say they are for you. How can you ask someone if they want it? How do you want them to answer?" Aunt Hao winked at Huo Beimo.

The smile was always on her face and she couldn't stop her aunt from laughing.

"Send...send to you." Huo Beimo changed his words.

Wen Jiu stared blankly at the bucket of flowers in front of him, unable to explain what he felt.

Huo Beimo actually said to give her flowers?

It seems that even if you want to show affection, there is no need to do so in front of Aunt Hao, right?

But although jasmine flowers are very beautiful and she likes them very much, don't boys usually give girls flowers in bunches? Where can I get a bucket directly?

What's even weirder is that even if I have to perform in front of Aunt Hao, I should just give him a bouquet of roses.

Where did he buy a bucket of jasmine?

"Why did you suddenly send me flowers?" Wen Jiu asked suspiciously.

"Just take it as a gift." Huo Beimo signaled.

Wen Jiu couldn't help but reach out and grab a handful of jasmine flowers in his hand, put them in front of him and took two deep breaths, suddenly dreaming back to his childhood.

I remember when I was a child, jasmine flowers were everywhere in my hometown. At that time, most people in Qinghe Town made a living by growing jasmine flowers. When summer came, Wen Jiu would go to the fields to pick flowers and earn some pocket money. Although it was very tiring and he earned very little, and it was hot in the summer. , her mouth was even thirsty due to the heat, but she would never forget the constant chirping of cicadas and the fragrance of jasmine soaking in the air.

So when she grew up, she always liked to use shower gel with jasmine scent. Over time, her body seemed to be born with this smell.

"Beimo, thank you for the jasmine flowers you gave me. I like them very much." Wen Jiu said gratefully with a smile.

After all, she still had to cooperate in front of Aunt Hao, but this sentence meant her heartfelt gratitude.

She does like flowers.

The corners of Huo Beimo's lips curled up.

"Aunt Hao, please help carry the flowers to the bedroom." Huo Beimo handed the bucket to Aunt Hao.

"Okay... the young lady can't carry such a bucket of flowers, so I'll carry it for you. The whole bedroom will be filled with the fragrance of flowers tonight."

Aunt Hao took the bucket, couldn't help but smell it vigorously, and went upstairs with brisk steps.

During this period, Huo Beimo's burning eyes kept scanning Wen Jiu's face.

He had to admit that he missed her very much during the whole day at work. After finally getting home and seeing her, he couldn't help but want to look at her more.

Wen Jiu had just collected the flowers and was stared at by Huo Beimo again. He couldn't help but lower his head shyly, with a slight blush on his face.

The two entered the dining room and sat down around the dining table.

Like in the past, Aunt Hao had prepared a whole table of delicious dinner. Speaking of which, it had been a long time since Wen Jiu had eaten face to face, and he actually felt an indescribable throbbing and feeling of heat in his body.

This feeling of excitement and joy has never been experienced in the past twenty years.

"Why did Mr. Huo suddenly give me flowers? Are you showing it to Aunt Hao? And why did you give me jasmine flowers?" Wen Jiu asked in a low voice.

After all, she was so weird.

Huo Beimo frowned.

Damn Bai Hua, didn’t he say that if he gave flowers, girls would naturally understand his intentions? Why doesn't this woman understand?

"Don't you understand what it means when a man gives a woman flowers?" Huo Beimo looked into her eyes and asked.

Wen Jiu turned his head and glanced towards the stairs, but did not see Aunt Hao coming down. He looked at Huo Beimo again and saw that his handsome face was full of seriousness.

"I understand the meaning of men giving women roses, but I really don't understand jasmine." Wen Jiu looked confused.

“Don’t sending flowers mean the same thing?”

"No! The meaning is much different. Every flower has its own flower language. Speaking of which, I really don't know what the flower language of jasmine is."

It has to be said that this is also the first time in Wen Jiu's life that he has received flowers.

She couldn't help but take out her phone and search.

Only then did Huo Beimo realize that flowers cannot be given casually. It turns out that each flower has its own flower language.

The two of them searched for the flower language of jasmine on their mobile phones almost at the same time.

Search results: Respect, love! Usually given to teachers and elders.

With a 'pop' sound, the sip of juice Huo Beimo just drank spurted out.

He hurriedly covered his thin lips with a handkerchief, but he couldn't stop coughing continuously.

"That aunt just couldn't sell out, so I bought them all." Huo Beimo could only change his words.

I really want to withdraw from sending flowers.

Tsk! Why is falling in love so troublesome?