Yan Fuli had a day off today and was pruning flowers and plants in the yard. When he turned around and saw Chen Yuan, he said "hmm" with a low aura.

When Chen Yuan saw Yan Fuli, he felt uncomfortable all over, but he still moved his steps and walked over.

A cluster of flowers pruned by Yanfuli is in full bloom, with yellow, white and purple flowers.

"What kind of flower is this?" Chen Yuan took out a cigarette.

"Pansy." Yan Fuli took the cigarette...

Chen Yuan quickly ordered some for him.

Yan Fuli took a sip and exhaled the smoke: "This pansy was planted by Yan Xiaoxi. Do you know the meaning of the pansy?"

"have no idea."

Yan Fuli glanced at Chen Yuan sideways. This look was exactly the same as Yan Xiaoxi's.

"Check it yourself."

"Chen Yuan." Xiaoxi's mother shouted at the door of the villa.

"well."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Nothing."

"Come over quickly for dinner." Xiao Xi's mother shouted with a smile.

Chen Yuan took out his cell phone and checked Pansy.

The flower language of pansy is longing and waiting...
Chapter completed!