"Miss Tang is still in the flower house." The servant took his coat and replied respectfully.

Xiao Fengting turned her head and looked out of the window at the sunset. Now it is no better than in summer. In the evening, the temperature will drop to about ten degrees. Tang Qing is weak and I'm afraid he can't bear it.

He nodded and his shoes didn't change, so he turned and walked towards the florist.

The servants of the family have long been familiar with Xiao Fengting's attitude at the moment. They have never seen Xiao Fengting so attached to any woman. They even treat Tang Qing with the attitude of Xiao's mistress.

The marriage between Xiao Fengting and Lin Wei'an exists in the whole Xiaofu. Although everyone knows that Xiao Fengting can't marry Tang Qing, who is powerless and powerless, and his marriage is bound to be the choice of strong and powerful alliance, some people will inevitably feel some emotion when knowing that their wedding time is determined.

Reality is not a fairy tale. There is no Cinderella in the world. The most important thing is the combination of Prince and princess.

Even if Xiao Fengting is gentle and considerate to Tang Qing, he will never give her anything.

Even if Tang Qing doesn't care, she will be embarrassed if she is here soon.

Even if Xiao Fengting is more partial to his wife and lover at home, it is difficult to protect the eyes of outsiders.

When Xiao Fengting came to the flower house, he saw Tang Qing lying down on the sofa with a gray blanket and a pile of wool.

When it was cold, she would not hang out in the garden. She might not like to stay in the room, so she stayed in the flower house.

Because Tang Qing likes to stay here. The flower house, which was not used by many people but was decorated casually, was also well designed. The floor was covered with soft Persian blankets, and the sofa was very soft. The corners of each decoration were semicircular, wrapped with soft sponge, so as not to let Tangqing fall down and bump into it.

Even the glass was changed once, knowing that she was afraid of the cold, she also replaced it with toughened glass which can absorb heat greatly.

Everything inside is full of the master's ingenuity.

Xiao Fengting pushed the door and went in. She saw a pile of wool and semi-finished sweaters in Tang Qing's arms. She had nothing to do. She had already knitted the wool hat and began to fight for sweaters.

Xiao Fengting looked at the sleeping Tang Qing's side face, and a faint tenderness appeared in her pale eyes. He went to wake her up and called out, "Qing'er, wake up, it's time to go back to the room."

The temperature of her arm fell into the sun quickly.

Tang Qing was pushed to wake up by him. He opened his eyes and saw his face. He rubbed his eyes a little confused How did you come back? "

"I'll be back after the meeting." He reached out his hand, lifted her from the sofa, and turned and walked out.

Tang Qing called out in a hurry, "wait a minute!"

When he stopped, he saw that Tang Qing picked up the plastic bag with wool which had fallen from the sofa in a hurry.

Xiao Fengting looked at what she was holding in her hand and said faintly, "are you still doing these?"

"Well." Tang Qing cherished holding in his arms, drooping his eyes and soft voice, "when it's all finished next month, I'll bring it to you personally."

Xiao Fengting pretended to be casual: "what about mine? I don't want a hat. Just give me a scarf