I became a villain, tall, rich and handsome

When the first snow falls in winter, it’s almost the end of the year

Lin Feng and Shen Qingxue's half-year trip also ended here.

As for the company, it had been sold by the two of them long ago, and the money from the sale was enough to last a lifetime.

Just when everyone was very busy, the two of them hung around the flower market all day long, trying to learn how others made flowers.

After hearing about Lin Feng's plan to sell flowers, Shen Qingxue mercilessly belittled Lin Feng, but Lin Feng remained unmoved and continued to run to the flower market every day, spending his free time Read books at home and learn about flower and plant care.

After repeated attempts to persuade her to no avail, Shen Qingxue had no choice but to live with her husband.

After giving birth to a child, it is actually quite romantic to open a flower shop and sell flowers. Shen Qingxue thinks this is also a good plan.

"When we open the store in the future, we will place all the pothos in the four corners of the store, and then set up a shelf for them. When the time comes, let them climb all over the roof. Think about it and think it will be good." Shen Qingxue said excitedly while holding the pothos. .

"Are you going to buy it? If you don't buy it, don't it affect my business?" The flower seller finally spoke. It's okay if he doesn't buy flowers here. He has been pointing at his flowers for almost an hour. Even the uncle can't bear it anymore.

Lin Feng took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the uncle. After the uncle read the words on the cigarette box clearly, the wrinkles on his face finally relaxed.

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

"No, the rhizome of this thing is poisonous. The idiot at home likes to chew on things. If it bites the root of this thing, it will probably be over." Lin Feng shook his head and refused.

Dugua is a little dog they raised. He is no different from other dogs. He has a very special hobby, that is, he likes to chew on flowers. The prettier the flowers, the happier he will be. Because of this dog’s contribution, now all the dogs in the family have it. All the flowering plants have only bare leaves left.

Lin Feng tugged on the hat on his head. The earthy gray hat made by Shen Qingxue was not only ugly, but also larger than his head. It would cover his eyes after walking a few steps.

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

"Honey, I want to eat candied haws on a stick." Shen Qingxue stopped in front of a stall selling candied haws on a stick 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 in another direction.

Shen Qingxue muttered that she was still unhappy when she got home, so Lin Feng started one of his daily tasks again. He sat next to Shen Qingxue and coaxed him for half an hour before he happily carried the vegetables he just bought into the kitchen. , went to cook.

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

"I want to write a suspense story, do you have any good suggestions?" Shen Qingxue walked up to Lin Feng slowly like a queen mother holding her notebook, patted him on the shoulder, and told him to get out, while she Rock the rocking chair comfortably.

"My advice is just don't write."

"Why? Are you denying my talent?"

"Because the coding work is really hard."

"No, you are denying my talent." Shen Qingxue was very angry. 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 studying grafted flowers.

Recently, this woman had to rest on his arm when sleeping at night. He was always afraid of what would happen if she rolled over in the middle of the night and touched her belly, but even after asking her twice, it had no effect.

It wasn't until that day that he saw a bookshelf of Shen Qingxue's novels that were all full of suspense stories that he understood what was going on.

Isn’t it very brain-burning to watch a suspense story? Lin Feng felt that it would be more straightforward to watch two episodes of Detective Conan.

"Do whatever you want to do now, otherwise it will take up all your free time when your son is born."

Lin Feng curled his lips. Recently, he had paid attention to a lot of educational knowledge on something. He also knew that raising children to be adults was an extremely labor-intensive process and was quite lengthy. If he went out to work in the future, Shen Qingxue would have to bear all these burdens. On her shoulders, she may not have the energy to continue creating by then.

"Humph." Shen Qingxue snorted coldly, ignoring his "stumbling block" and continued to think hard about the plot.

"You have to be mentally prepared in advance, maybe no one will read it after you finish writing it."

"I just wrote it for myself to see how happy I am."

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

Shen Qingxue is thinking about what character the protagonist should be? What explosive way is he going to open the show? Time travel? No, it’s too cliché. Rebirth? This feeling is not very reliable...

Shen Qingxue racked her brains for half an hour, but couldn't write a word. She turned her head and saw Lin Feng playing a game leisurely, and she felt angry for no reason.

"Why do you want to be so free?"

Lin Feng's face was filled with confusion.

"Didn't you see that the flowers at home are watered? You are still sitting here!"

Wasn't this water just poured yesterday?

The big-bellied woman's face looked like the sky in June, and it changed at a moment's notice. Lin Feng protested silently for a while, but Shen Qingxue's breathing became heavier in return.

The protest was fruitless, so Lin Feng had no choice but to pick up the kettle and pretend to water the words on the balcony.

Watching Lin Feng work, Shen Qingxue felt much better, and her inspiration also surged.

"When he saw traces of the soil in the flower pot in the room being turned over again, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He went over to check it out. There were actually several strands of hair inside, and there were dots of blood on the edge of the flower pot. The weirdest thing was the kettle. , there was a pungent fishy smell..."

Lin Feng leaned behind Shen Qingxue and read a short paragraph, then looked at the kettle in his hand, and several alpacas passed by in his mind, "Isn't your protagonist also called Lin Feng?"

"How could it be? How could I bring you in?"

"That is to say, I have no interest in being a detective. I would rather be a villain..."

"Really? That's just right. The villain who was killed should be named Lin Feng."