I Became A Villain, Rich And Handsome

When the first snow of winter fell, it was approaching the end of the year

The half-year trip between Lin Feng and Shen Qingxue also ended.

As for the company, it was sold by two people long ago, and the money sold is enough to spend a lifetime.

Just when everyone was very busy, the two lingered in the flower market all day, wanting to learn how others make flowers.

After hearing about Lin Feng's plan to sell flowers, Shen Qingxue mercilessly demeaned Lin Feng, but Lin Feng was unmoved, and still ran to the flower market every day without any hesitation. Read a book at home, about the knowledge of flower and grass maintenance.

After repeated persuasion to no avail, Shen Qingxue had no choice but to sing along.

After giving birth, opening a flower shop and selling flowers is actually quite romantic. Shen Qingxue thinks this is also a good plan.

"When we open a flower shop in the future, we will put green radishes in all four corners of the store, and then build a shelf for them, and let them cover the roof. Think about it and think it's good." Shen Qingxue said excitedly holding the green radishes. .

"Do you want to buy it? Don't buy it so it won't affect my business?" The uncle who sold flowers finally spoke up. It's fine if he doesn't buy flowers here, and he's been pointing his finger at his flowers for almost an hour. Even the uncle couldn't bear it.

Lin Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the uncle. After the uncle read the words on the cigarette case, the folds on his face finally stretched out.

"Should we take this Lycoris home today?" Shen Qingxue rambled on and on, Lin Feng suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to drag her to the flower market with him.

"No, the roots of this thing are poisonous. That idiot in the house likes to chew on things. If it bites the roots of this thing, it's probably over." Lin Feng shook his head and refused.

Dummy is an Erha they raised. It is not different from other dogs. It has a very special hobby, that is, it likes to talk to flowers. All the flowers are left with only bare leaves.

Lin Feng tugged at the hat on his head. The earth-grey hat made by Shen Qingxue was not only ugly, but also bigger than his head. It would cover his eyes within a few steps.

It was the thirty-fifth time today that he wanted to throw this hat away, but after thinking that it was the result of Shen Qingxue's weaving for a week, he once again killed the idea in his mind.

"Husband, I want to eat candied haws." Shen Qingxue stopped in front of a stall selling candied haws and looked at him pitifully.

Lin Feng looked at Shen Qingxue's belly, scratched his head, took out his mobile phone and typed "Can pregnant women eat candied haws during pregnancy" in the search bar.

The answer is no.

"no."

Lin Feng glanced at it and pulled Shen Qingxue to the other direction.

Shen Qingxue kept talking, but she was still very upset when she got home, so Lin Feng started one of the daily tasks again, sitting next to Shen Qingxue, and after coaxing for half an hour, she was satisfied to carry the vegetables she just bought into the kitchen , went to cook.

After clearing the table after dinner, Lin Feng held a brick-thick book "Flower Care and Grafting", adjusted the rocking chair to a comfortable angle, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and continued to read.

"I want to write a suspenseful story, do you have any good suggestions?" Shen Qingxue slowly walked to Lin Feng with her notebook like an empress dowager, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned for him to get out of the way. He rocked his rocking chair comfortably.

"My advice is not to write."

"Why? Are you denying my talent?"

"Because coding is really hard work."

"No, you are denying my talent." Shen Qingxue was very angry, but she did not expect that Lin Feng would be the first obstacle to her becoming an online writer.

Lin Feng shrugged and sat on the sofa to continue his research on grafting flowers.

Recently, this woman has to sleep on his arm at night. He is always afraid of what to do if she rolls over and touches her stomach in the middle of the night, but he asks twice to no avail.

It wasn't until that day that he saw Shen Qingxue's novel bookshelf full of suspenseful stories, and he didn't understand what was going on.

Isn't it very brain-burning to read suspense stories? Lin Feng felt that it might be more straightforward to watch two episodes of Detective Conan.

"Do what you want to do now, otherwise your free time will be filled up when your son is born."

Lin Feng pouted. Recently, he has been paying attention to a lot of knowledge about education on XXX. He also knows that raising children to adults is an extremely labor-intensive process. On her shoulders, she may not have the energy to continue creating.

"Hmph." Shen Qingxue snorted coldly, ignoring his "stumbling block", and continued to ponder the plot.

"You have to prepare your mind in advance, maybe no one will read it after you write it."

"I just wrote it for myself, how I am happy."

"Well then, I'd love to be your first reader."

Shen Qingxue was thinking about what character setting the protagonist should be? In what way is he going to explode? cross? No, it's too cliché, rebirth? It doesn't feel very reliable...

Shen Qingxue racked her brains for half an hour, but didn't write a word. She turned her head to see Lin Feng Youzai playing games, and she was inexplicably angry.

"Why are you so idle?"

Lin Feng's face was full of doubts.

"Did you not see that the flowers at home are ready to be watered? You are still sitting here!"

Isn't this the water you just poured yesterday?

The big-bellied woman's face looked like the sky in June, and it changed when she said it. Lin Feng protested silently for a while, only to receive Shen Qingxue's heavier breathing.

The protest was unsuccessful, Lin Feng had to pick up the kettle and pretend to water the words on the balcony.

Watching Lin Feng work, Shen Qingxue felt a lot more comfortable, and her inspiration also spewed.

"When he saw that the soil of the flowerpot in the room had been turned over again, he felt something was wrong. He leaned forward to check it. There were actually several strands of hair inside, and there were bloodstains on the edge of the flowerpot. The most weird thing was the kettle , there is a pungent stench..."

Lin Feng leaned behind Shen Qingxue and read a short paragraph, then looked at the kettle in his hand, several alpacas passed by, "Is your protagonist also named Lin Feng?"

"How could it be, how could I possibly bring you in."

"That said, I'm not interested in being a detective either, I still prefer being a villain..."

"Really? That's right, the villain who was killed is called Lin Feng."

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