It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

On the way back, Lu Ci was also carrying a large backpack and holding a little rabbit in his arms, sitting behind Xie Xingran.

The two of them, with pink hair, rode along the road, and the scene was strangely harmonious.

When they arrived at the village entrance, Xie Xingran stopped the car at Lu Ciye's urging, and his face revealed a hint of indulgence and helplessness.

Lu Ci also stood up excitedly, stuffed the rabbit into her arms, took off her helmet, and commanded:

"Honey, honey, come on, stand under the osmanthus tree. I'll take a picture of you. The sun is shining brightly now."

Halfway through, he mentioned that he wanted to take a group of photos of her under the osmanthus tree and of Chang'e holding a rabbit.

Seeing that he was so interested, she didn't want to discourage him.

Otherwise he would call her an unromantic woman.

October is the golden autumn. Although it is not yet October, many osmanthus flowers have already bloomed and the trees are lush, so there are many flowers falling to the ground, and the fragrance is rich and refreshing.

Xie Xingran stood under the tree holding the well-behaved rabbit, looking towards his camera.

Lu Ci also put down the backpack, bent down and swayed back and forth to find the angle.

He said, "Wife, smile."

Xie Xingran cooperated by curling up the corners of his mouth, but it was very stiff.

She hasn't taken a photo alone for a long time and is not used to facing the camera.

Lu Ci, who was pursuing perfection at the moment, was of course not satisfied with her fake smile.

He looked up at her from the screen and said:

"You should imitate my wife and do this - show all eight of your teeth and let them bask in the sun."

The way he demonstrated with his teeth bared was hilarious, and the description of "letting teeth bask in the sun" also tickled her funny bone.

In an instant, Xie Xingran unconsciously relaxed his brows and curved up a beautiful smile.

"Yes, that's right." Lu Ci also clicked the camera button and gave a thumbs up: "Wife, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than Chang'e."

Xie Xingran thought to himself, you haven’t even seen Chang’e, how can you be sure that she is more beautiful than Chang’e?

"I always feel like something is missing." Lu Ci also looked through the photos, but was still not satisfied.

Xie Xingran didn't care about this and suggested, "Do you want us to take a photo together?"

Lu Ci was also lost in thought: "Wait a minute, honey, I'll take the picture for you first."

His eyes accidentally fixed on the osmanthus flowers on the ground. He suddenly looked up and looked at the clusters of osmanthus flowers above his head.

"I know what's missing," he said excitedly, "Wife, it shouldn't be illegal for me to pick a few bunches of osmanthus flowers, right?"

Xie Xingran laughed: "No, many families will pick them specifically to make osmanthus cakes."

Lu Ci also had another flash of inspiration: "Then we can pick some and take them back later. I will make you some osmanthus cake."

"Okay." She said softly, her heart filled with sweetness.

Although this sweet-scented osmanthus tree is lush and strong, it has many branching branches and is easy to climb.

In less than a minute, Lu Ci reached a branch, stood up and reached out to touch the flower branch.

A breeze blew by, and the osmanthus flowers fell again, like stars in the light, dancing slowly in the air.

Lu Ci inadvertently lowered his head and saw Xie Xingran tilting his neck and staring at him intently.

There is love and a smile in his eyes, but also a hint of worry.

The swaying sunlight passed through the branches and sprinkled down in beams, casting a layer of holy light on her.

The clear heartbeat vibrated in his chest, as if Cupid's arrow had shot him. Lu Ci also covered his chest, almost suffocated by the beauty of this scene.

Xie Xingran took a step forward worriedly and was about to ask him what was wrong when he heard his inner voice:

[Ah! I'm gone... My wife is so beautiful, I'm almost feeling inferior.]

After a moment of hesitation, Xie Xingran's lips curled up slightly and his eyes dropped.

Someone who was struck by the beauty filter covered his heart again. Her smile was like an orchid blooming leisurely in silence, which could steal his whole heart without him realizing it.

"Wife." He shouted, and the moment she raised her eyes, he threw down a bunch of osmanthus flowers, which Xie Xingran caught steadily.

"If you accept my flowers, you will be mine forever. We can't fall in love with others."

Xie Xingran turned the flower branch quietly, and the fragrance of the flower filled her nose. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him and said:

"You already call me your wife, are you still afraid that I'm not yours?"

Lu Ci also sat down, holding onto a branch, and said in a pitiful manner:

"Yes, honey, I don't feel safe anymore. You must not leave me, or my life will wither like a flower in winter."

Xie Xingran curled his lips in disgust. He was the only one who knew how to make metaphors, and like flowers at that.

"Lu Jiaojiao, aren't you afraid of falling? Come down once you've picked the flowers."

After hearing this name again and again, Lu Ci frowned and was extremely dissatisfied.

He raised his hand like a primary school student and almost dropped it, but he reacted quickly and stabilized it in time.

But Xie Xingran was frightened. Before he could scold him, he heard him say dissatisfiedly:

"Wife, I protest. I'm a grown man, why do you always call me 'Jiao Jiao'? It's too embarrassing to call me that. You can't call me that anymore."

Xie Xingran narrowed his eyes with a wicked smile and explained, "What's there to be ashamed of? I'm just calling you sweetly."

Lu Ciye: "I refuse this sweet name."

She smiled wryly: "Rejected."

Someone who was rejected puffed up his face and looked unhappy.

Xie Xingran ignored his little emotion and just asked with a smile:

"Are you still going to take pictures? If not, I'll go back. You can walk back by yourself then."

"Who said I won't take pictures? Of course I have to take more pictures of such a beautiful wife."

He took out his cell phone and took a picture of her from above.

Xie Xingran was very skeptical about this:

"Are you sure this angle looks good in photos? You're not deliberately taking ugly photos of me to get back at me, are you?"

Lu Ci also scoffed: "Am I such a petty person?"

Xie Xingran: "You are."

"Say that again? If you say that again, I'll go on strike and won't film you anymore." He pretended to threaten, but then said, "Honey, look up. Yes, smile again."

Xie Xingran: ...

Shouldn't she be the one to strike?

The photoshoot lasted for half an hour. Xie Xingran even climbed a tree and sat with him to take a photo.

Later, the little rabbit in my arms was wilted.

Xie Xingran's hair was full of osmanthus flowers, some small and some large.

Lu Ci also dressed her up like a flower fairy.

On the way back, she was teased by the neighbors passing by, and some children surrounded her and called her the flower fairy.

Xie Xingran's face was so red with shame that it looked like a bride.

She wanted to take off these so-called decorations, but Lu Ci stopped her and tried to coax her, saying something nonsense about dressing like this bringing good luck.

She doesn't believe in ghosts.

But in the end, she didn't waste his kindness and kept this hairstyle until the evening...