The sun is shining brightly outside.
The sun shines brightly, and the blue sky is clear and transparent.
Large patches of golden light reflected the mottled shadows of the trees in the yard, illuminating the veins of the leaves clearly.
Song Shengsheng pushed the wheelchair into the yard.
She tilted her face upwards, closed her eyes gently, and enjoyed the light coming towards her. It was warm and not dazzling at all.
The cold skin gradually becomes warm.
The fair little face also turned slightly red.
Song Shengsheng basked in the sun comfortably for a while, pretending not to notice the little tail following him, and did not talk to him.
Shen Zai was having a hard time enduring it.
I wanted to talk to my mother several times.
But I was afraid of upsetting my mother, so I didn't dare to say anything.
After Song Shengsheng had basked in the sun enough, she went to the glass greenhouse in the yard.
The area is not large, but not small either.
There are dozens of varieties of flowers in it, and the flowers in the greenhouse do not need to bloom in the right season.
Gorgeous, intertwined flowers.
They are neatly arranged in this expensive glass greenhouse, looking like a corner of a fairy tale world.
Song Shengsheng likes roses.
Therefore, the most cultivated flowers here are various kinds of roses.
When she was bored, she would come to the greenhouse and count the flowers one by one, as if these were the only flowers in Hong Kong that belonged to her.
She doesn't even belong to herself.
There are dedicated people in the greenhouse to take care of these precious varieties every day.
The hostess's sudden visit made them tremble with fear and become nervous.
On the one hand, he was afraid that his wife would have a fit and smash these flowers that he had worked so hard to grow into pieces.
On the one hand, I was even more afraid that my wife would hurt herself here.
They all saw how much Mr. Shen cherished and loved his wife.
In this family, if the wife loses even a strand of hair, they will probably be held accountable.
There is no one more important than her.
"Madam, Mr. sent some more a few days ago..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
Song Shengsheng was unhappy when he heard about things related to Shen Zhishu, and he felt annoyed subconsciously.
"Don't bother me, I want to see it myself."
"OK."
Since she said so, they didn't dare to say anything more.
Two days ago, my husband sent some rare flower seeds, all of which were worth millions and were very beautiful.
They take care of it very carefully and they cannot afford any loss.
But the wife never even looked at such beautiful flowers. On several occasions, when she got angry, she even smashed the priceless flowers without blinking an eye.
Song Shengsheng counted them slowly and found that not only did she have the same number of flowers, but there were also many more that she had never seen before.
In fact, she couldn't remember who bought her the flowers.
Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would come here to get some fresh air. It wouldn’t make her feel happier, but at least she wouldn’t feel so depressed.
When she lived a poor life, she wanted to become rich.
Now she really lives a life without worries about food and clothing, but she... also has things she wants to do.
Nothing can be done.
It's not that Shen Zhishu didn't give her freedom. When she wanted to open a flower shop, he bought her a shop.
Just a customer to the flower shop.
They are all wealthy wives who have ulterior motives.
The flower shop is also managed by a dedicated person.
There is no difference at all whether she is there or not.
The store manager can manage everything in perfect order by himself.
So the flower shop eventually closed down.
Whatever she did was under Shen Zhishu's supervision, and everything she did was like playing house.
Later, Song Shengsheng became too lazy to bother and never talked about opening a store or doing any business.
Song Shengsheng stayed in the greenhouse for a long time, waiting for the sun to set, and didn't want to go out.
She felt like a flower in a greenhouse.
It seems to be well taken care of, but it lacks vitality.
Like a flower that slowly withers.
It may not last long.
"Madam, it's time to take your medicine."
The time has come.
The maid had to come in to remind her.
Song Shengsheng didn't want to take medicine. No patient would want to take medicine, even if she realized that she was really sick.
But it’s good to be sick.
You can go crazy as much as you want.
It seems that it is easier to be happy than when I am sober.
Song Shengsheng frowned and said, "I don't want to take medicine."
The servant was also in a dilemma. After a long silence, he could only say, "If the master finds out, he will punish us. Please have mercy on us, madam."
This is a high paying job.
No one wants to lose.
Song Shengsheng frowned, a little resentful and a little bit angry: "I am also pitiful."
Who will have mercy on her?
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