Mint Flower Sea + Fanwai

"Jing Xuan." Wen He walked up to her, glanced at her empty wine glass and frowned: "Is there something bothering you?" Jing Xuan is not good at drinking, and has always been restrained when drinking, but this time there is nothing more to be desired In the case of entertainment, the wine glass has been emptied several times.Jing Xuan groaned for a moment, bowed his head guiltyly.The originally stuffy mood was miraculously relieved when she smelled the peppermint scent on Wen He's body, and the feeling of jealousy before was also completely disappeared because of her concerned question.No matter what happened in the past, Wen He belongs to her now and in the future. This recognition made her feel very at ease and proud, and she also felt guilty for her small belly just now.

Wen He wore a simple burgundy off-the-shoulder dress. Her straight black hair was naturally scattered on her shoulders. On her back, there was an elegant charm, and there was no lack of dignified and refined beauty. She looked at Jing Xuan intently. After a while, seeing that she was still bowing her head in silence, she shook her head and said, "Come with me later, I don't want to see the report of Jing's vice president being detained for drunk driving in the newspaper tomorrow."

Jing Xuan hurriedly nodded in response, Wen He looked at her for a few more seconds, and finally went in another direction.

"Miss, do you need champagne?" A waiter stayed beside Jing Xuan holding a plate of champagne. Jing Xuan thanked him politely, took a glass of champagne, held it in his hand, and lingered with other guests until the reception ended. same cup.

The white Cadillac is not the most prominent among the luxury cars, but the almost spotless white makes everyone who has seen it can't help but look sideways. Jing Xuan opened the driver's door for Wen He, and waited for her to enter. Sit in the passenger seat.

"Is there anything else going on?" Wen He started the car, looked behind the car, and slowly reversed the car.Jing Xuan leaned on the back of the chair, looked at her perfect side face, softened his heart, and replied, "No. What about you?" Wen He shook his head lightly, indicating that there was no such thing.

The car slowly drove out of the resort and started to speed up. Jing Xuan watched the scenery passing by outside the window and felt a little dizzy, so he turned to look at Wen He and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"you think."

Well, I thought.Jing Xuan looked at the road conditions, and it didn't take half an hour to get to the city. She thought hard about what would be suitable for the two of them to do together.

When he arrived in the urban area, Jing Xuan looked at Wen He's serious profile while driving, sighed, and said, "How about, Wen He, let's go on a date."

"A date?" Wen He turned to look at Jing Xuan in confusion.Jing Xuan was struck by the bewildered look in her eyes, nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, couples are going on a date, although the itinerary is a bit vulgar."

"Oh, let's go." Wen He quickly agreed, and went straight to the city center.

When Wen He saw the two alert looking bodyguards behind Jing Xuan who were looking around, he raised his eyebrows.Jing Xuan hurriedly replied, "For safety."

Wen He was noncommittal: "Why didn't you see them at the wedding just now?"

"Don't you want to give face to the Wu family? It's not very peaceful recently. The youngest son of the Zhang family has been kidnapped. Several aristocratic families are nervous. The chairman of our group is also worried, so he gave me two." Jing Xuan walked away Beside Wen He, he casually joked about his father.Wen He glanced at her with reproach, meaning that you are the only one who is poor.

Jing Xuan pretended to be casual looking at the people around him, his heartbeat increased, and his left hand slowly and tentatively took Wen He's right hand, Wen He's hand was smooth, with a soft palm and a bit of coolness.Seeing Wen He turned to look at her, Jing Xuan hastily gestured to the young couple holding hands in front of him with his eyes. The boy was still hugging the girl tightly, wishing to hang on the girl directly, and pretending to be natural, he said: "Dating is like this. Yes, hold hands."

Wen He expressed his understanding, and obediently let Jing Xuan lead him, a strange pink color appeared on his earlobe.In the square in the center of the city, there are many people strolling in groups of twos and threes. It is very lively even on weekends. Many of them are couples. Those couples feed each other skillfully. Let go and even kiss boldly by the fountain.

Arriving at a flower shop, Jing Xuan dragged Wen He in, looked at all kinds of flowers in the shop, and immediately fell in love with the bouquet of white lilies dotted with Persian jú in the middle.The bouquet is exquisite but not big, just enough to hold it with one hand.

Wen He took it very calmly, looked at Jing Xuan with anticipation, lowered his head shyly, and whispered: "Thank you." Jing Xuan stared blankly at Wen He's reddish cheeks, lost in obsession.

Next is a movie, then dinner, and then home.The two older children completed their first date as green as first love in the rainy season.

The day passed like this.Jing Xuan lay on Wen He's bed, thinking about the situation during the day, he unconsciously laughed.The bouquet of white lilies was placed in a vase in the living room.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen He leaned back, holding a book in his hand, and looked down at Jing Xuan who was half pillowing on her lower abdomen. "I laughed at the two of us. We are not young anymore. We are still like those junior high school students. We are too embarrassed to hold hands." Maybe it is because of the atmosphere during the day, or it may be because of the name of the first date, which makes both of them feel so embarrassed. She was shy and embarrassed, but was pleasantly surprised that Wen He really accompanied her, and did not break away from her hand because of the childishness of this matter.

Wen He also smiled, with a warmth that could melt ice and snow.Jing Xuan misses every trace of her smile, every bit of tenderness.At night, I refused to leave because I still had all the clothes, many of which were classic styles, and I didn't have to wear them for a few years.