"Click"
Song Li accidentally cut a flower and threw it into the trash can next to him.
"Ah!" Hua Rongrong covered her mouth and jumped up. With tearful eyes, she looked at the flower branch thrown into the trash can with a broken heart. "Xiao Li, how could you do this?!"
The voice was a little sharp and piercing. Song Li looked up at her performance with a look of benevolence, and raised his eyebrows. "How can this be possible?"
"How could you treat flowers like this? Flowers are living things too. If you let them grow naturally, they can live for a long, long time... But you picked the flowers and put them in a vase, then cut them and threw them away. The flowers must be in great pain. You are killing them. It's so cruel. How could you bear to let such beautiful flowers get hurt? They rot just to satisfy your own selfish desires..."
Song Li was silent for a moment, holding the scissors, and looked at Hua Rongrong as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.
I'm afraid that staying with this idiot for too long will affect my IQ. Anyway, Huo Siyuan had already driven away the annoying group of nephews of the Huo family half a year ago. This idiot doesn't seem to be of any use anymore, so I'd better cut off contact with him.
If it were someone else, seeing Hua Rongrong's sad and distressed look, they would definitely think that she was too simple, too kind, and too pure, just like a pure and noble white lotus, kind and beautiful.
But Song Li just looked at her silently for a while, and remained silent in the face of her accusations, too lazy to even say anything.
Hua Rongrong: “…”
The tears that were about to fall from Hua Rongrong's eyes froze. The slight contempt in Song Li's eyes made her delicate and pitiful face turn red.
However, Hua Rongrong quickly found a way out. She wiped her eyes and said in a reproachful tone, "Xiao Li, I know you're in a bad mood, but you can't hurt these flowers to vent your anger. You shouldn't transfer your pain to these innocent lives to vent your anger. How can you be so cruel..."
Song Li's lips curled up: "How do you know I'm in a bad mood? I'm very happy today." Seeing the dogs biting each other with their mouths full of fur, he was in a very happy mood the whole day.
With a "click", another branch was trimmed. Song Li put it in the vase with a smile and adjusted the position of the flowers with a happy face.
Hua Rongrong: “…”
No more chatting today!
Hua Rongrong bit her lips hard, and the expression on her face changed again and again, from red to white, then black to purple, which was very exciting.
She opened her mouth in dissatisfaction, and was about to say something, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall and straight figure out of the corner of her eye. The words that were about to come out of her mouth immediately changed direction, and her expression became aggrieved, with tears in her mouth: "Xiao Li, don't be angry, blame me if you want to. It's all my fault that I feel sorry for these poor flowers. Even though they can't speak or move, they are all alive. I just can't bear to see them growing well, but being cruelly cut off and put in pots, and then rot and disappear in a few days. It's too cruel..."
This tearful, sad and accusing look made it seem as if Song Li had done something unforgivable and extremely evil.
The corners of Song Li's mouth twitched slightly, and in a trance he seemed to see the dazzling halo of the Virgin Mary behind Hua Rongrong's head.
It’s better to keep a distance from this idiot, it will affect your IQ.
At this moment, a familiar masculine scent covered her, and then a slender and powerful hand snatched the scissors from Song Li's hand without any explanation, held her fingers, and rubbed the cuts on them with the warm fingertips.
"If you like flowers, just let the people below help you prune them. Why do you have to do it yourself? It hurts your hands."
Huo Siyuan frowned, his tone displeased.
Song Li pulled his hand back forcefully, "I like it."
"Let me help you." Huo Siyuan snatched the floral scissors from Song Li's hand without hesitation and took over the work in her hands.
Hua Rongrong, who was ignored and left aside, had tears on her face. Her righteous and passionate expression was frozen. She wanted to show her kindness and beauty in front of her lover, but the other party's behavior was tantamount to a slap in her face.
Huo Siyuan seemed to have not seen her.
Hua Rongrong felt extremely humiliated.
"Brother Yuan..." Hua Rongrong bit her lips unwillingly, her voice obviously much softer and aggrieved, making her look lovable.
"What are you doing here? Get out." Huo Siyuan frowned, and a hint of coldness flashed across his dark and deep eyes, and the disgust and expulsion in them were not concealed at all.
Hua Rongrong felt like her heart was broken, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, her breathing trembling, her lips tightly pursed, the heartbreak in her eyes perfectly portraying the image of a little white flower who had suffered from oppression and humiliation and finally couldn't bear the burden and exploded. She wiped away her tears, turned around and ran away crying.
Song Li rested her elbows on the coffee table with her chin in her hand, and watched the scene with great interest with her head tilted. When she turned her head and met Huo Siyuan's deep gaze at her, the smile on her face faded and she returned to her indifferent look.
Huo Siyuan didn't care and continued with his work, which was totally inconsistent with his image and temperament. "You can't marry anyone except me."
Song Li leaned lazily against the back of his chair, raised his eyebrows, and said with disdain, "Heh."
Huo Siyuan's brows knitted together, then relaxed. He looked at Song Li, "Ah Li, don't be so cruel to me. It's the old man who did something wrong, not me. Why are you torturing me like this?"
Song Li's expression, which was as indifferent as if she didn't care about anything a second ago, changed immediately. Her eyes became sharp: "Shut up!"
Her breathing became a little rapid, as if someone had stepped on her sore foot.
Huo Siyuan: "Ali, as long as you like to marry me, I will give you whatever you want."
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