These words were said to Xiao Ai.

But why didn't it mean to her for her to hear it?

"It's good if you don't know some things..."

In front of Guangyou and Xiao Ai, she often smiled, but there was something hidden in her heart and she couldn't say it out loud.

She would rather not know those things.

Fortunately, his feelings for her were real.

Thinking of this, Mingmei felt much more uncomfortable.

The undetectable bitterness in the smile on the corner of the lips also dissipated.

Only the sweetness left by the milk tea in the mouth is left.

...

"Ding Dong~"

"Ding Dong~"

The doorbell suddenly rang twice in a row.

"Didn't Kwangyou bring the key?" Mingmei asked at the apartment door.

"It's possible." Xiao Ai put down the cup in his hand, got up and walked towards the door, leaving a sentence, "I'll go open the door for him."

Looking at Xiao Ai who was speeding up toward the door, Mingmei's soft cheeks added a little more smile.

When he arrived at the door of the room, Xiao Ai reached out to help Guangyou open the door, and said:

"You are really careless."

"I didn't even bring the key when I went out."

“…”

Halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped.

After the door opened, a red color appeared in front of her eyes.

They were beautiful roses.

Crystal drops of water can still be seen on the bright red petals.

Her eyes swept over it:

One, two, three...eleven, twelve.

There are twelve roses in total.

The black wrapping paper lined the twelve roses more vividly.

Originally, these roses were individual individuals, but a black printed lace and wrapping paper turned these individuals into a whole.

It also represents Guangyou's intention.

The flower language of roses is related to quantity:

A rose: "I have only you in my heart!"

Two Roses: "There are only two of us in this world!"

Three roses: "I love you!"

...

Twelve Roses: "Love for you is increasing day by day!"

Flower language is gradually agreed upon under certain historical conditions, and is a recognized method of information exchange within a certain range of people.

The same flower even has different flower languages ​​in different countries.

As for this so-called flower language.

Except for the most representative rose, Guangyou believes that many other flower languages ​​are gimmicks specially created by merchants in order to sell flowers.

But so what?

If you really have to care about these things, wouldn’t life be boring?

Flowers are just flowers, and the language of flowers is given to it by people.

In life, I occasionally need such condiments to adjust.

If you have to investigate what the twelve roses mean, you can only say that "the construction site lacks a talent to argue."

This kind of person does not include Guangyou.

The flower language of the twelve roses was told by the flower shop owner.

At that time, he wanted to buy ninety-nine flowers directly, but found that he didn't bring enough money in his wallet, so he asked the flower shop owner.

Asked her, "How many roses are more suitable to buy."

The flower shop owner asked him how much he had left, and then said:

"You buy twelve pieces."

"The flower language is 'Love for you is increasing day by day.'"

He felt that this flower language was quite in line with what he wanted to express, so he took out the money very readily and bought it directly.

These twelve roses are not expensive either.

It was Zhou Yu who beat Huang Gai - one is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten.

Looking at Xiao Ai who was stunned in front of him, Guangyou smiled on his cheek and said softly:

"Xiao Ai, I'll give you these flowers."

It was not until Xiao Ai heard Guangyou's voice that he came to his senses.

She looked at the rose and looked at Guangyou again. She didn't reach out to take it, but asked:

"Didn't you go buy ingredients?"

"Why did you buy flowers?"

"There is no special reason, it's just that I suddenly want to buy it," said Guangyou with a smile, "I remember that the number of times I gave you flowers is not very long."

After hearing this, Xiao Ai suddenly said in a dissatisfaction:

"Well, you can count it with one hand."

Guangyou didn't answer this. He laughed awkwardly, then immediately changed the subject and said:

"It will definitely be next time."

"By the way, I forgot to ask you, do you like this flower?"

Looking at the smile on Guangyou's face, a trace of dissatisfaction in Xiao Ai's heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by an emotion called "happiness".

She didn't show any sign of it on the surface. After taking the rose, she turned around and walked into the room.

I didn't say whether I like it or not.

But Mitsuyu got the answer he wanted from her slightly brisk steps.

He smiled and said to himself:

“It’s a pity that there was no hug.”

He said this, but he couldn't tell at all in his face.

Suddenly, Xiao Ai stopped, turned to look at Guangyou, and asked:

"I forgot to ask just now, where is the ingredients?"

"Did you forget to buy it?"

Her attention was all on the rose just now, and she didn't notice that Guangyou saw the ingredients.

He bent down and picked up the ingredients placed next to the door and signaled to Xiao Ai. Guangyou said with a smile:

"I just put it next to me."

"Where is someone carrying vegetables in one hand when they are delivering flowers?"

"Yeah." Xiao Ai replied, turned around and continued to walk into the room.

At this angle that Guangyou could not see, a smile slowly appeared on her face, which had no expression, and the curve of the corners of her lips was full of happiness.

Carrying the ingredients and saying hello to Akimi, Guangyou walked straight into the kitchen and began to prepare lunch.

In the living room, the two sisters sat on the sofa.

Seeing that the number of roses was twelve, Mingmei's lips raised and curled up a curve, she said:

"Kumoyou is quite romantic."

"Twelve flowers have been prepared."
To be continued...