Dry, hot and stuffy, it makes people feel irritated.

Old Xia carried the last heavy pot of green plant to the cart. Two beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and he wiped them away before they flowed into his eyes. He put down the towel, stood there to take a breath, turned his head and looked to the other side of the cart: dark eyebrows, white T-shirt, long legs, smoothly outlined the tall figure of the young man.

Working at the same temperature and with a similar workload, he was able to handle it with ease, and his breathing was as steady as ever.

really.

It’s better to be young.

Old Xia sighed in his heart.

"Xiaoyan."

Old Xia looked at it for a while, then smiled apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry to bother you. Your uncle Yan sprained his waist suddenly, so I called you here to do the hard labor."

The person whose name was called raised his head.

The slightly sharp and thin eyelids at the end of the eyes were lifted, revealing a pair of extremely black pupils in the sunlight.

Old Xia was stunned.

No matter how many times they looked into each other's eyes, he would still be frozen by those eyes, as calm and lifeless as an ancient well, even though the owner of the eyes was a child who was almost two generations younger than him.

"fine."

The hoarse voice is unique to teenagers at this stage, and even the sound is as silent as a wasteland.

He replied briefly to Lao Xia.

Old Xia's full name is Xia Jin. The "Uncle Yan" he mentioned just now is called Yan Chengye, his partner. The two of them run a regular flower shop in the flower and bird market. They usually handle some odd orders, which are basically small businesses.

About a year and a half ago.

A big business came to us. The other party was a wealthy family. Not only did they offer a generous price, but they also wanted long-term cooperation. Most importantly, they wanted to provide an entire garden of green plants and flowers for the villa. There was no need to maintain it regularly, but all of them could be replaced regularly.

This is probably a client of the God of Wealth that you can only encounter if you win the first prize in the lottery. I wonder how many colleagues are jealous of him.

Xia Jin and Yan Chengye attached great importance to this client. For more than ten months in a row, they had always delivered and moved the flowers themselves, regardless of rain or shine.

But just yesterday, Yan Chengye accidentally sprained his waist at home and was in unbearable pain. The doctor warned him not to do any heavy work for a short period of time and to rest well, otherwise the condition would only get worse.

This is a famous wealthy area, filled with detached private villas and a property security booth, with a total of two gates. Xia Jin registered his identity information and explanation of his origin in front of the last gate, and was released after verification.

Having been here many times, Xia Jin pushed the cart towards the garden familiarly. As he walked, he tilted his neck and looked at the silent boy beside him.

At first, he wanted to find a more reliable guy in the store to replace Yan Chengye, but in the end he found Shi Yan.

Knowing that this child was quiet but reliable, Old Xia was very relieved. But he remembered something and still spoke up, reminding him: "Xiao Yan."

"That's right."

"Actually, this place has been empty before. Recently, the owner of the house came to live here. I heard from the housekeeper of the villa that the owner likes quietness, hates noise, and is disgusted by strangers."

What Lao Xia meant was that they should just focus on their current tasks and not look around or run around. Of course, Lao Xia didn't say this because he didn't trust Shi Yan, but simply because he was too nervous about this big customer and was afraid of making him unhappy.

As it turned out, Old Xia's reassurance was completely correct. Until the last batch of green plants were moved, the boy just did his job.

"Please compare it."

Xia Jin handed the receipt to the villa's butler. After the other party checked the quantity, signed and carefully put the receipt away, he said to the butler attentively:

"I noticed that the east wall of your garden is bare. This time we brought some rose seeds that we cultivated ourselves. They are not rare and are pink. If you like them, I will decorate the wall for you next time you come."

The housekeeper looked at the roses that had been temporarily transplanted and potted. The roses were pink and red, plump and bright. He was satisfied and said, "They are really good looking."

"However, I still need to ask my master. I will answer you before dinner."

The plan to build closer relationships with major customers was one-third successful, and Xia Jin was flattered and responded three times.

The housekeeper waved his hand and immediately ordered someone to come and tidy up the green plants. Soon, seven or eight maids in uniform appeared in the garden and began to work separately.

Xia Jin didn't leave immediately, but stayed to lend a hand enthusiastically.

A young maid started with the light work and was about to move the pot of roses. As soon as she stretched out her hand and looked up, she froze in place, her face turned red, and her eyes were full of surprise.

The young man in front of him had a very good appearance.

Tall and thin, with fair skin.

But her temperament is as cold as a beautiful and hard ice sculpture.

People look away, but they know very well that if they dare to reach out and touch it, they will be chilled all over.

Is it because he has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, or is it that any external gaze cannot cause the slightest ripple in the dead silence of the pond?

——Obviously the latter.

He kept his eyelids drooped, indifferent, and did not urge.

"S-Sorry..."

It was the little maid who came to her senses first and took the pot of roses from his hands with her flushed cheeks.

Even until the lonely figure left, her heart was still beating like a drum.

The older sisters around her teased her verbally, and then sighed that the boy just now was indeed very handsome.

Several people couldn't help laughing, causing the butler to frown. He was about to scold them, but he caught a glimpse of something and paused. Then he bent his body nearly 90 degrees and said in an extremely respectful voice:

"Miss."

All the maids froze instantly and lowered their heads.

There were subtle footsteps approaching.

In their sight, a pair of jade-like bare feet were stepping on the grass, and above the lonely ankles was a moonlight white skirt swaying like water.

Further up, she had long hair that concealed her thin back, and in her black hair was a delicate, palm-sized face.

She was as lazy as a beautiful and harmless noble cat, but the servants seemed to have encountered some terrible beast. They were all silent and dared not make a sound.

They had only been working here for less than half a week, but they had heard a lot of rumors:

The eldest daughter has always been moody and eccentric, and she loves playing tricks on people. She raised a wolf with a ferocious temper, and she likes to let the wolf out whenever she is unhappy. The first few batches of servants who left were either bitten by the wolf or scared unconscious by the wolf.

The young maid shuddered as the pair of bare feet stopped in front of her. She felt as if the sky was falling. Her knees went weak and she was about to beg for mercy subconsciously, but then she felt a weight on her hand.

She looked up blankly, looking at the potted plant in her hand, which had become somewhat bare because the roses had been picked.

The other end.

The girl twisted the rose branch between her fingers and slowly disappeared into the hallway. (End of this chapter)