Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In this world, he is rich, has a good life, has a gentle temper, and never loses his temper with others...

Yun Si watched quietly, thinking of the contents of the dream.

He in the dream... wasn't as cold-hearted as he was in reality.

On the contrary, he is gentle and quiet, and easy to tease.

The contrast is huge.

She curled her lips slightly, and lightly touched a rose in front of her with her crystal fingertips.

"How about... I'd better tease you first..."

Anyway, she was very leisurely and not in a hurry.

Have fun while slowly thinking of a suitable identity.

After all, he won't notice it.

She nodded her chin as if thinking.

Soon, her figure disappeared.

It turned into little bits of light and dissipated among the flowers.

Free and unrestrained.

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"What? The flowers are not for sale?"

Qiao Zhenting was disappointed when he received Uncle Wang's call.

"Why don't you sell it all of a sudden? Do you think the price I gave is too low?"

"No, no, sir, it's not about the price."

Uncle Wang took the landline phone in the living room and explained to him.

"Yes... that's it. Mr. Da wants to keep those roses again, so... he won't sell them for the time being."

"I'm really sorry, and please forgive me."

"...My eldest brother wants it again? Doesn't he dislike roses?"

Qiao Zhenting was extremely suspicious, "Uncle Wang, could it be that you found a buyer with a higher price, so you lied to me?"

"Little sir, please don't think so. If you don't believe it, you can call Mr. Big and ask him personally."

"It's Mr. Da who said it, and we just followed it."

"Of course, in order to make up for you, I specially sent a few newly unearthed past plants. If nothing else happens, you will probably receive them this afternoon. Please accept them."

"...Okay, got it."

Qiao Zhenting was very sorry.

After all, those flowers were so stunning that he loved them very much.

The result was about to arrive but suddenly disappeared, which made people feel really bad.

However, Uncle Wang is considerate and obeys his elder brother in everything. If he says he won't sell it, it probably means that his elder brother really doesn't want to sell it.

Although, I don't know why.

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Wang looked at the flowers outside the window in the distance.

It’s the flowering season, and the flowers outside are still bright.

Like an innocent and smart girl, she is still bathing in the sun, lifting her beautiful skirt.

Uncle Wang watched for a while. Mr. Qiao's assistant came downstairs and met him.

"Uncle Wang, sir is looking for you."

After all, he is an old man, and his assistant respects him very much.

Uncle Wang came to his senses and said, "Okay, I'll go up right away."

"Wait a minute, Uncle Wang, before sir lets you go up, go outside and pick some roses and bring them up with you."

"...What? Rose?"

"Yes, there are roses outside." The assistant confirmed.

"Sir requested it."

Uncle Wang hissed, feeling a little strange.

"Did Sir, did you say what you want to use it for?"

The assistant held up the plain-colored Campion flower in his hand, the roots still dripping with water.

"It's probably going to be kept in a vase. The original flowers were here, but now the vase is empty."

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Even stranger.

Uncle Wang didn't think much and hurriedly did it.

Ask the servant to go outside and pick some nice ones to bring in. He takes them and goes upstairs.

On the viewing platform on the second floor, the tiles are smooth and cold.

The clear porcelain white vase placed on the round table became empty.