Ying Shao is a Girl

Ye Wangchuan's smile was still sincere and bright.

Ling Yiche hesitated, but finally nodded.

Ye Wangchuan's expression was really confusing.

What purpose does he have with such a bright and bright smile?

"Then you come with me now."

Ye Wangchuan turned around and took a step out.

Ling Yiche followed his footsteps.

He just took a look at what classmate Ye Wangchuan wanted to do, and there shouldn't be any big problem.

Maybe classmate Ye Wangchuan really just wanted him to help, he thought to himself.

Ling Yiche is a boy who easily becomes soft-hearted.

You can confuse others with just a few words.

Sooner or later, you will suffer a loss like this.

Ye Wangchuan did not take Ling Yiche outside the school, but still in the school.

It arrived in just a few minutes.

Just behind the third teaching building.

"Xiao Che, come here quickly!" Ye Wangchuan waved towards Ling Yiche.

Ye Wangchuan was at the corner of the teaching building, and the corners of his clothes were ruffled by the afternoon breeze.

Ling Yiche's sight was blocked by the corner, and he walked over.

"Xiao Che, can you do this for me? Help me raise it."

Ye Wangchuan handed the light blue porcelain flowerpot in front of Ling Yiche.

The young man's eyes fell on the light blue porcelain flowerpot.

The outside of the ceramic flower pot is light blue, the lining of the flower pot is white, and the exquisite and small flower pot is filled with two-thirds of black soil.

There is a light green plant growing in the soil.

Although it only has three leaves, it is really cute.

Maybe it was watered just now, but there are still a few crystal clear dewdrops on the light green leaves, which reflect the beautiful colors in the afternoon sun.

Ling Yiche took the pot of fresh plants from his hand.

There was a hint of coolness from the ceramic flower pot in my hand.

"Xiao Che, can you help me raise it?" Ye Wangchuan asked again.

Hearing this, Ling Yiche glanced at the plant in his hand, and then looked at Ye Wangchuan.

Nod, "Okay."

"That's great! Thank you, Xiao Che!" Ye Wangchuan tilted his head and smiled at him. The smile was warm and bright, and the sun shone on the tips of his hair, giving it a light sheen.

"You are welcome."

"What kind of plant is this?" Ling Yiche was a little confused. He studied Chinese medicine and knew various medicinal materials as well as many other plants.

But he seemed to have never seen the plant in front of him.

"This... I don't know much about it, but it seems to be a kind of flower. It will bloom when it grows up."

"This is a seed given to me by a friend, but I am not very good at growing flowers. I have tried to grow plants many times before, but they always died, so I am afraid that this pot of flowers will also die."

"Maybe my limit is to raise it until it sprouts. If I keep raising it any longer, it will probably die in my hands..." A trace of loss flashed in Ye Wangchuan's eyes, and he felt sad.

"So, please help me raise it!" Ye Wangchuan's tone was very sincere, with a hint of pleading.

"Yeah, okay." Ling Yiche nodded in agreement. Helping others raise a pot of flowers was just a small thing, so there was no way he could refuse.

"Thank you so much!"

Ye Wangchuan bowed deeply to Ling Yiche.

Where Ling Yiche couldn't see him, the corners of Ye Wangchuan's mouth slightly curled up into a smile.

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Ling Yiche brought the plant that Ye Wangchuan gave him back to Shunhua Villa, and he placed the plant in the garden of the villa.

Along with various other plants.

He stared at the small potted plants in the flower fence again. Under the sunlight, the edges of the leaves were shining with dots of luster.

Classmate Ye Wangchuan just asked him to help him raise a pot of flowers, and had no other purpose.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

Ye Wangchuan's smile was so warm and bright that it made people put down their guard unconsciously.

Ling Yiche's original vigilance towards him also dissipated a lot.