Chapter 1700 Rose Manor (6)

His slender and beautiful hands put the rattan crutches in a special place, picked up the tea at the side, and drank a cup.

Unhurriedly, the lip color is light.

After pulling the curtain, Uncle Wang came over and answered.

"Yes, sir."

"After pulling out these words, sir...do you want them to replant something?"

The entire manor is his, and he can dispose of it as he pleases.

Qiao Boxing tapped his fingertips, "You can figure it out."

"It's better not to grow flowers."

There is too much pollen in spring and it smells pungent.

Uncle Wang bowed slightly, "Okay, sir, I will let them choose some fresh ones."

"Then, do you have any other orders, sir?"

The mild-tempered Mr. Qiao raised his hand, indicating that he can go out.

Uncle Wang just left.

When leaving, he also closed the bedroom door by the way.

Outside the window, the gorgeous roses are still sleeping unconsciously, swaying gently with the wind.

Under the moonlight, the strong fragrance of roses is like the skirt of a beauty, trembling and swaying under the evening wind, it is amazingly beautiful.

The flower sea grows extremely well under the nourishment of the fertile land.

The waves are undulating, layer upon layer.

The moon poked out from the clouds, and the bright red petals were like a shy girl, quietly revealing the gorgeous flower buds.

The slender branches with thorns, without support in the wind, squeezed against each other, vivid and vivid, just like a colorful picture scroll.

It is quiet and beautiful like a fairyland on earth.

Make people afraid to disturb.

Soon, when the lights of the villa were extinguished one by one, the entire manor seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

The place is quiet, only people's dreams are wandering one after another, and it is very lively.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was already dawning.

Night and day are intertwined together, but the night still has the upper hand, and the sky is thick black.

The temperature is still slightly cool in spring.

In the silent sea of flowers, the beautifully blooming rose seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

In the deep sleep, dreaming a beautiful dream, beautiful and addictive.

That silent murmur in sleep seemed to have magical powers, with a little crystal and beautiful light shimmering.

Thousands of roses rise together to form tiny rays of light like fireflies.

The rays of light are weak, but when gathered together, it seems to illuminate this Nongli fairyland.

The moonlight is not too bright and clear, and they reflect each other, as if something has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

After an unknown amount of time, the light seemed to disappear.

In the sea of roses, it fell into darkness again.

Between the densely packed spikes, something seemed to move.

The delicate and beautiful petals trembled, and then stopped.

There was a faint rustling sound.

Then, there was silence for a while.

Soon, a hand as white and soft as snow stretched out.

Struggling, she pulled away the branch spikes covering her body.

Bare slender and delicate feet, standing on the fertile land, the red dress is extremely gorgeous.

Maybe it's because the surrounding area is too quiet, or maybe it's because the sea of flowers is so beautiful.

She stood there with a wine-red dress and long hair like seaweed,

Stunning, as beautiful as a picture scroll, it almost blends into such a fairyland.

Probably a little confused, the beautiful rose elf raised her head and raised her rippling beautiful eyes.

Under the soft and bright moonlight, those pure and clear eyes were slightly tinged with the color of intoxicating red wine.

(end of this chapter)