Starlight giants: Mrs. Paparazzi came to the door

The weekend that made Luo Xiao look forward to and nervous finally arrived as scheduled.

Early in the morning, Xiao Yiyun hurriedly brought her to the main residence of the Xiao family.

Father Xiao Xiao Yunhai was a well-known figure in the shopping mall when he was young, but in his middle age, he was depressed because of investment failure and emotional frustration, and was depressed for a while.

But there are two sides to everything, the ups and downs of life not only tempered Xiao Yunhai, made him more courageous to establish Shengzan, but also gave Xiao Yiyun, who grew up by his side, a pair of clear eyes to see the mall.

Over the past few years, as Shengzan gradually got on the right track and emerged in the industry, Xiao Yunhai gradually delegated power to Xiao Yiyun, and concentrated on enjoying life at home.

Xiao Yunhai would personally trim the flowers and branches in the yard after getting up in the morning and exercising.

This day is no exception.

Under Xiao Yiyun's leadership, Luo Xiao saw a tall and straight middle-aged man with benevolent brows and kind eyes as soon as he entered the door of the outer courtyard.

Luo asked with a puzzled smile, "Is he your father?"

Xiao Yiyun lovingly hooked Luo Xiao's hand, and said mischievously, "No, he's a flower farmer."

Luo Xiao saw Xiao Yiyun's teasing, and explained: "It stands to reason that my uncle and my father should be about the same age, but judging by their appearance, they are much younger than my father, so I have this question."

Looking at his father's back, Xiao Yiyun sighed half-truthfully, "My father only loves one person and one thing in his life."

Luo Xiao asked curiously: "Who? What's the matter?"

Xiao Yiyun said with a "hehe" smile: "Human, in the future you will see for yourself, one thing will naturally be exercise."

Luo Xiao didn't want to break the casserole for the first time, so he said weakly: "I thought it was about growing flowers, but it turned out to be sports. No wonder Uncle looks so young."

Seeing that Xiao Yunhai was getting closer and closer, Luo Xiao hurriedly pulled out the hand that was tightly held by Xiao Yiyun, and tidied up his clothes.

Xiao Yiyun saw Luo Xiao's serious and cute look, and couldn't hide his sincere smile no matter what, he thought to himself: "It seems that Xiaoxiao still attaches great importance to her."

"Uncle Xiao" Luo Xiao looked at Xiao Yunhai who was sweating profusely among the flowers, and called out respectfully.

Xiao Yunhai raised his head from among the flowers, looked at the woman in plain clothes who couldn't conceal her elegance, and admired him flashingly in his eyes: "You are Miss Luo, I heard Yi Yun talk about you, welcome. Be a guest."

Luo Xiao turned around and glanced at Xiao Yiyun coquettishly, a touch of shame crept up her cheeks.

Xiao Yunhai said to Xiao Yiyun: "Lead Miss Luo to the house, and ask Liu and your mother to come later."

Xiao Yiyun didn't say much, just nodded, and led Luo Xiao into the room.

The servants in the house prepared the slippers that needed to be changed into the inner room as soon as Xiao Yiyun and Luo Xiao entered the outer courtyard door.

When Xiao Yiyun and Luo Xiao entered the house, the helper had just made tea and thoughtfully took the coat Luo Xiao took off.

"Uncle, does he like crabapple flowers very much?" Luo Xiao sat down, looking at the big and small crabapple flower arrangements in the room, expressing his feelings.

Xiao Yiyun curled his lips and said, "You'll find out who likes crabapple flowers after a while."

Luo Xiao tilted his head and asked incredulously, "Does Qin Wenliu like it?"

The pure Luo Xiao didn't think about Qin Mingyue at all, and she instinctively thought that if they separated, it would mean that they would not love each other.

If you don't love, you won't have the so-called love for your house.

Only a few years later, when she saw more of Xiao Yunhai and Qin Mingyue's getting along and interacting, did she realize that sometimes love has nothing to do with meeting or parting.

He has been loving her in the way he thinks is right.

That love never stops.

"The flower language of Begonia is bitter love, expressing a kind of parting sorrow."

After Xiao Yunhai pruned the flower branches, he entered the house, just in time to hear Luo Xiao's words.

His capable steps could not help but pause.

But he, who has always been calm, will not easily reveal his inner emotions.

He motioned to the two of them, and went to change clothes in his cloakroom on the second floor as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Yiyun couldn't help but looked up at his father, but in the end he didn't say anything, and continued to drink tea with his head down, listening to Luo Xiao's emotion.

When Xiao Yunhai came down from upstairs again, he happened to hear Luo Xiao reciting: "Yong Li is the most suitable for new writing rain, and Jiao Rao is all about when it is about to open."

Xiao Yunhai asked with interest: "Miss Luo also likes Haitang?"

Luo Xiao saw Xiao Yunhai, stood up nervously, and replied cautiously: "Uncle, I just think the appearance of the begonia half-bloomed but not in bud is indeed very moving."

Xiao Yunhai looked at the flower arrangements of crabapple indoors, and seemed to remember that there used to be a person who often said that the buds of crabapple were the most beautiful.

Xiao Yunhai lowered his head and picked up the teacup in front of him, hiding his disappointment: "Miss Luo, I heard that you are an entertainment reporter for Chenhai Morning Post?"
"Yeah," Luo Xiao replied while nervously clenching his hands behind his back.

Xiao Yiyun watched Luo Xiao's small movements, and the smile on his face became wider: "Dad, just tell her to smile."

With that said, Xiao Yiyun exerted all his strength and pulled Luo Xiao who was standing to sit down.

"Okay, from now on uncle will ask you to smile." Xiao Yunhai said lovingly watching the interaction between the two, "Do you know any other poems about crabapple flowers?"

Luo Xiao had read a lot of poems about Begonia flowers, but it was the first time she saw the nervousness of her elders, which made her open her mouth, and she didn't remember a single word.

She tapped her head in frustration.

Xiao Yiyun laughed secretly in his heart, and calmly said: "I've heard a legend about crabapple flowers."

As soon as Luo Xiao heard Xiao Yiyun's words, he remembered the excitement of the beautiful story and instantly forgot that Xiao Yunhai was there, and began to talk eloquently: "It is said that a long time ago, in a deep mountain and old forest lived a pair of father and daughter who lived by hunting. His father's name is Ma Shanhe, and his daughter's name is Haitang." Seeing Xiao Yiyun and Xiao Yunhai quietly listening to his story, Luo Xiao couldn't help but forget his nervousness: "One day, Haitang followed her father to go hunting in the mountains. It was a ferocious tiger. The tiger jumped at his father, Ma Shanhe, with his bloody mouth wide open. In order to save her father, Haitang tried desperately to save her father, but due to the disparity in strength, she died in the end."

Xiao Yunhai saw Luo Xiao's nervousness. In order to relieve the embarrassment and anxiety of meeting the little girl for the first time, he seemed to be deeply attracted by the story, and asked, "Is the story over?"

Seeing Xiao Yunhai's strong interest in the story, Luo Xiao finally let go of his nervousness, and said enthusiastically: "No. Later, the villagers who cut firewood, herded sheep, and collected herbs on the mountain came to ask questions, and they worked together to defeat the tiger and rescue the tiger. On the way home, Haitang kept bleeding, and the place where her blood dripped was covered with fiery red mountain flowers."

Xiao Yiyun looked at the two chatting happily and thought happily: "Is it because of the nostalgia for the crabapple that sacrificed his life to save his father? People call this flower the crabapple flower."

Luo Xiao nodded after listening to Xiao Yiyun's words.

A simple legend of the crabapple flower made Luo Xiao, who met his elders for the first time, let go of his nervousness and uneasiness.

Intuitively, Luo Xiao felt that Xiao Yunhai was a benevolent and amiable elder.

The simple legends of crabapple flowers also made Xiao Yunhai, who is usually serious and unsmiling, appreciate the joy of being surrounded by descendants.

Deep down in his heart, he began to look forward to the fact that Xiao Yiyun and Luo Xiao would get married soon and have a grandson for him to play with.

The three of them were talking and laughing happily, but suddenly they heard the greetings from the servants in the courtyard.

"Mrs. Qin, Young Master Qin."

When Xiao Yunhai heard the noise, he stood up first and walked out.

Xiao Yiyun led Luo Xiao and followed closely behind.

But when Luo Xiao saw the graceful Mrs. Qin, she was suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Who said that wearing a plain dress will never hit the shirt?

Luo Xiao really wanted to find a piece of tofu and bump his head to death.

If she had known this earlier, she would not have gone shopping, and would have just worn her favorite goose yellow dress.

Qin Mingyue glanced at Xiao Yunhai indifferently, then looked at the pretty little girl who was led by Xiao Yiyun.

"You are Luo Xiao?" Qin Mingyue asked straightforwardly without any greetings.

Luo Xiao hurriedly nodded, and greeted respectfully: "Hello, Auntie."

Qin Mingyue didn't show any concern or liking for Luo Xiao, nor did she show any disgust because Luo Xiao bumped into her shirt. She nodded and walked into the house.

Luo Xiao curled his lips in embarrassment, feeling neglected.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Yiyun as if asking for help, but she saw Xiao Yiyun shook her head indifferently.

In the room, looking at Luo Xiao and Qin Mingyue who were wearing the same type of clothes, Qin Wenliu joked, "It seems that your tastes and hobbies are very similar."

Qin Mingyue sat upright in front of the coffee table, drinking tea slowly.

Like an orchid in an empty valley.

Luo Xiao knew that her temperament was also pure and quiet, but looking at Qin Mingyue's grace, she suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Luo Xiao felt like an ugly duckling, in front of the real beautiful swan, he was nothing.

Qin Wenliu saw Luo Xiao's embarrassment, and joked half-truthfully: "People often say that women with similar temperament should meet less! But I think this woman has her own uniqueness. Look at my dear mother and the lovely Luo Xiao, although the temperament is similar, the charm is still different."

Qin Mingyue cast a glance at Qin Wenliu, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "You prodigal son, tell me, what's the difference?"

When Qin Wenliu heard Qin Mingyue address him, he almost choked on his own saliva. Is there any mother who said that to her son?
Qin Wenliu sighed in his heart, looked at Luo lovingly and smiled and said, "This smile is naturally more innocent and cute, but mother, you are more graceful and strategic."

Qin Mingyue has experienced battles in the mall for a long time, how could she be thrown into disarray by a few compliments from her son?
Her calm expression was originally intended to make the two sons unable to restrain themselves.

"Smile? Do you know her?" Qin Mingyue asked knowingly, "I thought she was your brother's friend, but it turns out she is your mutual friend."