flying planet

The first floor of the "Love Flower" studio is a flower shop that is open to the outside world. Its style is different from most of its peers. It combines the art of flower arrangement and is very pictorial. Chen Lai and Ye Xiwu also open flower arrangements on weekends. The second floor is the normal office area for wedding celebrations. The balcony was turned into a greenhouse by Ye Xiwu. When Jian Xing came and went, Ye Xiwu was waiting for him by the door of the greenhouse.

"I still have some things to pack, why don't you sit down for a while?" Ye Xiwu said with a smile.

Jian Xing came to sweep around his workbench. There were many handmade things, rulers, compasses and blueprints on it. Bunches of dried flowers were scattered on the edge of the table, as well as empty flowerpots and glass bottles.

"I made dried jasmine flowers." Ye Xiwu moved out the greenhouse from the greenhouse, "Do you want it?"

Jian Xinglai: "What's the use?"

Ye Xiwu: "Put it in the car, it smells good." He said, took out the bunch of jasmine from his apron pocket, handed it to Jian Xing, and said, "Take it."

Jian Xinglai had no choice but to take it.

Ye Xiwu saw that she was going to build a warm shed at his house. The metal frame and the roof of the shed were moved to Jian Xing's car with Lao Zhou's help. Ye Xiwu carried a large bag of flower seeds and tools and went downstairs. Finally, she hugged two pots of jasmine flowers and sat on the passenger seat.

Jian Xinglai got into the car, hesitated for a while, and hung the bunch of dried jasmine flowers on the rearview mirror.

Seeing Ye Xiwu, she grinned happily: "Is it delicious?"

Jian Xinglai: "It's too sweet."

Ye Xiwu: "Is there?" He raised his head, leaned closer to the flower and smelled it, "It's not bad, it was sweet when it first opened, but now the smell is much weaker."

Jian Xinglai was noncommittal, he calmly said: "Sit down."

Ye Xiwu then sat down obediently, fastened her seat belt, and placed the flowerpot on her lap neatly.

During the daytime on weekdays, the road was not congested, so Jian Xing came to take Ye Xiwu to his residence and got off the car.

"I have to go back to the hotel." He helped Ye Xiwu unload tools and everything, "You will send a housekeeper here later, don't take so many things by yourself."

Ye Xiwu: "Okay." He urged people, "Hurry up and go."

Jian Xinglai frowned: "You have to stay at home obediently."

Ye Xiwu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, I'm not going anywhere, so it's okay to plant flowers in your yard?"

In a place like Lake East in S City, where every inch of land is expensive, Ye Xiwu had heard of the private villa area where Jian Xing came to live. The property also provides butler service for each resident. Xiwu moved everything into Jian Xinglai's yard.

When he entered the door, he was not in a hurry to take care of things, and took a look around Jian Xinglai's room first.

There are three floors in total, and the background is almost completely white. There are stairs and elevators on the first floor. After Ye Xiwu changed his shoes, he realized that the butler had turned on the floor heating for him. The design of the living room is quite similar to Jian Xinglai's preference. The dark iron gray sofa and the tea table are of a strange shape, which can be used as a sea of ​​tea.

Ye Xiwu walked several times from the kitchen to the living room and then to the porch, and found that there was no living thing. The sunlight was good, filling the living room. He sat on the sofa for a while, staring at the TV that was about the size of one wall. The machine suspects that the owner probably never used it at all.

The second floor is the regular master bedroom, guest room and cloakroom, also decorated in a blind-eyed white style. Ye Xiwu hesitated for a while, but still didn't enter Jian Xing's room, and went directly to the guest room to pack up her personal belongings. He didn't have many personal things, and it didn't take much time to tidy them up. Ye Xiwu thought about the extra small potted plants, and finally put them on the shoe cabinet in the living room.

Ye Xiwu originally wanted to take the elevator to the third floor, but when she passed the corridor of the dressing room, she accidentally looked up and found that there was a swimming pool on the third floor. I don't know what Jian Xing thought when he came to design. The ceiling on the third floor was actually completely transparent. If someone was swimming, people on the second floor could see it clearly when they raised their heads.

"..." The first question Ye Xiwu thought of was that he didn't seem to be wearing swimming trunks, so after struggling for a while, he decided to open Taobao and buy a pair first.

Now that he knew that the third floor was a swimming pool, he went up to see it without any curiosity. It was really unsightly to keep the greenhouse tools in the yard, so Ye Xiwu decided to go down to work first.

In addition to the large yard, Jian Xing came to this villa, and there is also an underground parking garage. It seems that someone has come to fix the yard. At least the lawn looks neat, but there is only one lawn that can be seen. Even Xiwu felt distressed and wasted.

Called the housekeeper to come over to collect some waste products, the other party probably thought he was Jian Xing's newly hired housekeeper and gardener, Ye Xiwu didn't explain much, put on gloves and started working.

The flower house was set up with a wooden frame. Ye Xiwu brought creeper and ivy seedlings for the sake of looking good. He buried the soil, wrapped the stems around the frame, and sprinkled insect repellent grass seeds on the outermost circle. It was cold, and the jasmine pots couldn't help freezing. Ye Xiwu could only set up the warm shed first, and send in the few pots of expensive flowers he brought. In the evening, he had the time to climb up the ladder to build the roof of the flower house, and sit on the side , with half of his leg dangling in the air, with a nail in his mouth.

When Jian Xinglai came up from the basement, he heard the sound of wooden stakes being knocked halfway through. Ye Xiwu worked hard, wearing only a T-shirt in the cold weather, her bangs were tied up with a headband, and she looked neat The line of the forearm was raised and lowered, and the sweat almost flowed to the chin before he wiped it off casually.

When Ye Xiwu bit the next nail, she heard Jian Xing's voice.

"Are you going to tear down my yard?" Jian Xinglai stood under the greenhouse, looking up at him.

Ye Xiwu spat out the nail and said with a smile, "Are you back?"

Jian Xing took a look at his half-day project, a little speechless: "You did it all by yourself?"

Ye Xiwu was quite proud: "What else?"

Jian Xinglai took a breath, and he frowned: "I didn't ask you to work."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Ye Xiwu climbed down the ladder and joked, "Are you sleeping?"

Jian Xinglai's eyes followed his movements, but he didn't speak.

After Ye Xiwu finished speaking smoothly, she realized that her joke was a bit ambiguous. Is "sleep" a verb or a noun? It's a bit ambiguous if I don't explain it clearly.

"Hey." Ye Xiwu said again, "That's not what I meant."

Jian Xinglai calmly said, "Then what do you mean?"

Ye Xiwu became a little anxious: "That's what, you can't sleep right after you arrive during the day, right?"

... Well, the more you explain, the more embarrassing it becomes.

Jian Xing looked at him for a while, and even smiled slightly: "If you want to lie down and wait for me at home, I have no problem."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

The flower house must be unavailable at night, Ye Xiwu followed Jian Xing into the house and realized that he didn't cook, Jian Xing didn't seem to expect him, and went to the kitchen by himself.

Ye Xiwu wanted to follow, but Jian Xing stopped her with a look.

"You go take a shower," he said.

Ye Xiwu had no choice but to take a shower and change clothes obediently. When he came down clean, Jian Xinglai unexpectedly brought two plates of simple pasta and put them on the dining table.

"Is the potted plant in the porch yours?" Jian Xing asked while taking a can of Coke.

Ye Xiwu's hair was blown half-dried, and naturally curly. The tips of her hair were wet and curled up on her shoulders: "I don't think you have anything, so I let it go. Does it look good?"

Jian Xing glanced at him and pointed at him without commenting: "Eat."

Ye Xiwu rolled up the pasta and said, "I'll do the dishes later."

Jian Xinglai said lightly, "I have a dishwasher at home."

Ye Xiwu choked for a moment, but still brazenly said: "Just order the tableware like this, I'll wash it quickly."

Jian Xing stopped talking, he ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, and after swallowing, he said: "It's up to you."

Ye Xiwu was finally relieved, he sucked a mouthful of noodles in a loud voice, and boasted: "Your cooking skills are really good."

Jian Xing came to hold the Coke, and his posture paused when he heard that, he turned his head to stare at Ye Xiwu, and said expressionlessly: "Instant pasta, just heat it up in the microwave."

Ye Xiwu: "...cough cough!"