Chapter 29
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Hai Tong Zhan Yin
Chapter 29
This night, Haitong didn't sleep peacefully, she kept dreaming, and when she woke up the next day, she was a little depressed.
As usual, she hung the clothes she washed in the washing machine last night on the balcony.
Only then did I realize that a long stainless steel bar had been installed on the balcony, which was used for drying her clothes. The big balcony was also filled with various potted flowers, many of which were blooming. Or with flower buds, regardless of the size of the flower, the petals are the kind that are complicated.
Haitong's attention immediately fell on these potted flowers.
After she dried her clothes, she assembled the flower stand she bought yesterday morning, and then moved the potted flowers to the flower stand.
After tossing for a while, she realized that someone was staring at her, she raised her head suddenly, and met Zhan Yin's dark eyes, which were sharp and cold.
At any rate, it's been a few days since they got married, and Hai Tong is already used to his cold appearance.
"Mr. Zhan, good morning."
Haitong greeted him, and then praised him: "Mr. Zhan, these flowers are very nice, and you are really good at doing things!"
Whatever was entrusted to him, he could do it to perfection.
Zhan Yin said in a low voice: "In the future, if there is something that cannot be resolved, just tell me."
The things she entrusted him to do were all small things to him.
"Row."
Haitong smiled and continued to play with these flowers.
"Which florist did you buy them from? The flowers are growing very well."
Zhan Yin lied: "I went to many flower shops, but I don't remember the names of those flower shops."
Haitong hummed, and didn't ask any further questions, as long as what he did satisfied her.
"What did you buy for breakfast today?"
After his question, Haitong remembered the question of breakfast. She hurriedly took out her mobile phone to check the time. It was already past seven o'clock. She got up and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhan, I forgot to buy breakfast this morning. Fortunately, there is still time to go shopping, you go to wash first, I will go downstairs to buy, what do you want to eat?"
Zhan Yin said indifferently: "I'm not picky about food, you just look at it and buy."
Even if he is picky about food, he can't be picky with her, otherwise he will be in trouble, because the food he likes is too expensive.
"Row."
Haitong was fast, went downstairs quickly, rode her battery car out to buy breakfast, and bought it back soon.
She bought two baskets of steamed dumplings, two fried dough sticks, and two cups of soy milk.
Zhan Yin looked at the breakfast she bought, unable to speak for a long time.
Haitong didn't notice this, she put the breakfast on the dining table, ate her portion in two or three strokes, and then went back to the balcony to play with her flowers and plants.
After being silent for a long time, Zhan Yin stretched out his hand, picked up the deep-fried dough stick, and took a tentative bite. The smell of oil was very strong, but it was also quite fragrant, but I don’t know how long the oil for frying the deep-fried dough stick was used. Is it hygienic?
Forget it, eating one now and then won't kill him.
At this moment, Zhan Yin regretted that he had concealed his identity as the young master of the Zhan family in Guancheng, and tried hard to create an image of an ordinary migrant worker. It was really difficult!
"Haitong."
This night, Haitong didn't sleep peacefully, she kept dreaming, and when she woke up the next day, she was a little depressed.
As usual, she hung the clothes she washed in the washing machine last night on the balcony.
Only then did I realize that a long stainless steel bar had been installed on the balcony, which was used for drying her clothes. The big balcony was also filled with various potted flowers, many of which were blooming. Or with flower buds, regardless of the size of the flower, the petals are the kind that are complicated.
Haitong's attention immediately fell on these potted flowers.
After she dried her clothes, she assembled the flower stand she bought yesterday morning, and then moved the potted flowers to the flower stand.
After tossing for a while, she realized that someone was staring at her, she raised her head suddenly, and met Zhan Yin's dark eyes, which were sharp and cold.
At any rate, it's been a few days since they got married, and Hai Tong is already used to his cold appearance.
"Mr. Zhan, good morning."
Haitong greeted him, and then praised him: "Mr. Zhan, these flowers are very nice, and you are really good at doing things!"
Whatever was entrusted to him, he could do it to perfection.
Zhan Yin said in a low voice: "In the future, if there is something that cannot be resolved, just tell me."
The things she entrusted him to do were all small things to him.
"Row."
Haitong smiled and continued to play with these flowers.
"Which florist did you buy them from? The flowers are growing very well."
Zhan Yin lied: "I went to many flower shops, but I don't remember the names of those flower shops."
Haitong hummed, and didn't ask any further questions, as long as what he did satisfied her.
"What did you buy for breakfast today?"
After his question, Haitong remembered the question of breakfast. She hurriedly took out her mobile phone to check the time. It was already past seven o'clock. She got up and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhan, I forgot to buy breakfast this morning. Fortunately, there is still time to go shopping, you go to wash first, I will go downstairs to buy, what do you want to eat?"
Zhan Yin said indifferently: "I'm not picky about food, you just look at it and buy."
Even if he is picky about food, he can't be picky with her, otherwise he will be in trouble, because the food he likes is too expensive.
"Row."
Haitong was fast, went downstairs quickly, rode her battery car out to buy breakfast, and bought it back soon.
She bought two baskets of steamed dumplings, two fried dough sticks, and two cups of soy milk.
Zhan Yin looked at the breakfast she bought, unable to speak for a long time.
Haitong didn't notice this, she put the breakfast on the dining table, ate her portion in two or three strokes, and then went back to the balcony to play with her flowers and plants.
After being silent for a long time, Zhan Yin stretched out his hand, picked up the deep-fried dough stick, and took a tentative bite. The smell of oil was very strong, but it was also quite fragrant, but I don’t know how long the oil for frying the deep-fried dough stick was used. Is it hygienic?
Forget it, eating one now and then won't kill him.
At this moment, Zhan Yin regretted that he had concealed his identity as the young master of the Zhan family in Guancheng, and tried hard to create an image of an ordinary migrant worker. It was really difficult!
"Haitong."
