When the first snow of winter fell, it was almost the end of the year

. Lin Feng and Shen Qingxue's six-month journey also came to an end.

As for the company, it had been sold by the two a long time ago, and the money from the sale was enough to last them a lifetime.

While everyone was extremely busy, the two of them spent the entire day hanging around the flower market, trying to learn how others arranged flowers.

After hearing about Lin Feng's plan to sell flowers, Shen Qingxue first mercilessly belittled Lin Feng, but Lin Feng was unmoved and still went to the flower market every day. In his free time, he read books at home about the knowledge of flower and plant care.

After repeated persuasions failed, Shen Qingxue had no choice but to follow her husband's lead.

After giving birth, opening a flower shop and selling flowers is actually quite romantic. Shen Qingxue thinks this is a good plan.

"When we open a flower shop in the future, we will place green ivy in all four corners of the store, and then build a rack for them. Then we can let them climb all over the roof. It sounds great just thinking about it." Shen Qingxue said excitedly while holding the green ivy.

"Are you going to buy or not? If not, please don't affect my business." The old man selling flowers finally spoke. It would be fine if you didn't buy flowers here, but people kept pointing and criticizing his flowers for almost an hour. Even the old man couldn't stand it anymore.

Lin Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the old man. After the old man saw the words on the pack clearly, the wrinkles on his face finally smoothed out.

"Should we take this Lycoris home today?" Shen Qingxue kept chattering on and on. Lin Feng suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to drag her to go to the flower market with him.

"No, the roots of this thing are poisonous. The idiot at home likes to gnaw on things for no reason. If it bites the root of this thing, it will be the end of us." Lin Feng shook his head and refused.

Daigua is a husky they raised. No different from other dogs, it has a very special hobby, which is to eat flowers. The more beautiful the flowers are, the more he enjoys eating them. Thanks to this dog, all the flowers and plants in the house are now left with only bare leaves.

Lin Feng pulled the hat on his head. The earth-gray hat woven by Shen Qingxue was not only ugly, but also larger than his head. It would cover his eyes after he took a few steps.

This was the thirty-fifth time today that he wanted to throw away the hat, but when he thought that this was the result of Shen Qingxue's knitting for a week, he once again killed the idea in his mind.

"Honey, I want to eat candied haws." Shen Qingxue stopped in front of a stall selling candied haws and looked at him pitifully.

Lin Feng looked at Shen Qingxue's belly, scratched his head, took out his phone and typed "Can pregnant women eat candied haws during pregnancy?" in the search bar.

The answer is yes.

"no."

Lin Feng took a glance and pulled Shen Qingxue in another direction.

Shen Qingxue kept mumbling and was still unhappy when she got home, so Lin Feng started one of his daily tasks. He sat next to Shen Qingxue and coaxed her for half an hour. Then he contentedly carried the freshly bought vegetables into the kitchen and went to cook.

After cleaning up the table after dinner, Lin Feng held a brick-thick book "Flower Care and Grafting", adjusted the rocking chair to a comfortable angle, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and continued reading.

"I want to write a suspense story. Do you have any good suggestions?" Shen Qingxue walked slowly to Lin Feng with a notebook in her arms like an empress dowager, patted his shoulder, signaling him to get out, and then she rocked comfortably in the rocking chair.

“My advice is don’t write it.”

"Why? Are you denying my talent?"

“Because writing is such a hard job.”

"No, you are denying my talent." Shen Qingxue was very angry. She didn't expect that Lin Feng would be the first obstacle in her becoming an online writer.

Lin Feng shrugged and sat on the sofa to continue studying grafted flowers.

Recently, this woman has to sleep with her head resting on his arm. He is always afraid what will happen if she turns over in the middle of the night and touches her belly. However, it is of no use after he has reminded her twice.

It was not until that day when he saw that the bookshelf of Shen Qingxue's novels was filled with suspense stories that he understood what was going on.

Isn't it very brain-burning to read a suspense story? Lin Feng feels that it is better to watch two episodes of Detective Conan, which is more straightforward.

"Do whatever you want to do now, otherwise your free time will be occupied later when your son is born."

Lin Feng curled his lips. He had been paying attention to a lot of educational knowledge on a certain website recently. He also knew that raising a child to adulthood was an extremely time-consuming and laborious process. If he went out to work in the future, all these burdens would be borne by Shen Qingxue, and she might not have the energy to continue creating by then.

"Hmph." Shen Qingxue snorted coldly, ignoring this "stumbling block" of hers and continued to ponder the plot.

"You have to be prepared in advance that no one might read your article after you finish it."

"I just write for myself, whatever makes me happy."

"Well, I'd be happy to be your first reader."

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Shen Qingxue was thinking about what kind of character setting the protagonist should have? How should he start the story in a shocking way? Traveling through time? No, that's too cliché. Rebirth? That doesn't seem very reliable either...

Shen Qingxue racked her brains for half an hour but couldn't write a single word. She turned her head and saw Lin Feng playing games leisurely, and she felt inexplicably angry.

"Why do you have so much free time?"

Lin Feng's face was full of confusion.

"Don't you see that the flowers at home are ready to be watered? You're still sitting here!"

Wasn’t this water just poured yesterday?

The pregnant woman's face was just like the weather in June, changing in an instant. Lin Feng protested silently for a while, but in return Shen Qingxue's breathing became heavier.

His protest was futile, so Lin Feng had to pick up the kettle and pretend to water the flowers on the balcony.

Watching Lin Feng working, Shen Qingxue felt much more comfortable and inspiration began to flow.

"He saw the soil in the flowerpot in the room had been disturbed again, and he immediately felt something was wrong. He went forward to check, and found several strands of hair inside. There were spots of blood on the edge of the flowerpot, and the weirdest thing was the kettle, which had a pungent fishy smell..."

Lin Feng came up behind Shen Qingxue and read a short paragraph. Then he looked at the kettle in his hand and several alpacas jumped through his mind. "You, the protagonist, are not also called Lin Feng, right?"

"How could that be? How could I possibly bring you in?"

"That's right, I have no interest in being a detective. I prefer being a villain..."

"Really? That's perfect, the villain who was killed is called Lin Feng."