"I've had enough, it's your turn now." He said, sticking close to her and speaking improperly.

  Ruan Jianglin indeed brought back seeds for her, flower seeds, from a manor in France.

  The name is "Juliet", a very romantic name, just by hearing the name, it can make people think of the love that is willing to die.

  She had never raised flowers, and this was a rare and precious rose variety that even professional gardeners might not be able to cultivate, let alone Jiang Yan, an outsider.

  Ruan Jianglin said let her just raise it casually and have some fun, didn't say she had to support it.

  But she still spent a lot of thought, and in the spring, she sowed the first seed of her life.

  Investigate the habits of this flower, its flowering period, and notes on precautions, and specially record them in a notebook.

  Ruan Jiang knocked on her forehead: "It's just a pot of flowers, no need to be so serious."

  Jiang Yan didn't respond to him, but still took good care of him.

  Not disappointing her high hopes, in mid-May, only one seed sprouted, and all the others died.

  However, Jiang Yan was very satisfied, at least not depressed, because she had lived a life.

  In fact, she learned how to knit a scarf during the days when Ruan Jiang was about to go on a business trip, and it was no longer as clumsy as before.

  Her pair of hands are only suitable for being a vase, they look good but in fact are not handy at all.

  She had woven about one-third of it and thought it looked ugly herself.

  Then I disassembled and reassembled it again, changing seven or eight colors in between, and finally chose the dark gray color.

  She finished weaving and still looked at it in the past, and naively wove RJ's pattern on it.

  Jiang Yan thought that Ruan Jiang, a young master who was used to being arrogant and proud, would probably not wear this kind of scarf.

  Moreover, Ruan Jianglin is not afraid of the cold at all, and she has never seen him wear a scarf.

  It's almost summer and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

  Jiang Yan thought for a moment and decided not to give it to him after all, putting it back in the bottom of the closet, thinking that she would see if she wanted to give it to him again after winter.

  She didn't give it because she was afraid of being rejected, and even more afraid of being casually dismissed.

  However, Jiang Yan thought that Ruan Jianglin would probably not let her be embarrassed and would accept it. If he was in a good mood, he might even wear it to humor her.

  She spent a lot of thought on what she learned, but in the end, it still didn't come out right.

  Ruan Jianglin rarely had time to accompany her, and most of the time she was alone in Beicheng.

  He occasionally comes over to stay for a night, and his intentions are also very clear.

  Jiang Yan thought he bought this place probably just as an occasional lodging inn.

  One time, after they finished their business, she insisted on dragging Ruan Jiang to watch a movie.

  A very old and depressing movie, Titanic.

  Ruan Jianglin was not watching this movie for the first time, his first love had also dragged him to watch it.

  The memory is not very clear, only the general plot can be remembered, and some impressions are just like crying in his arms with tears after watching the first love.

  Some people like to repeatedly appreciate something, such as books, TV dramas, movies and so on. Each time they watch it, they can bring themselves a different feeling.

  Ke Lun Jiang is the kind of person who doesn't like spending too much time on one thing, except for sex.

  But he wouldn't be bored enough to specifically tell Jiang Yan when he watched this movie himself.

  Jiang Yan originally wanted to pull Ruan Jianglin together to do something, so she found a highly rated old movie.

  But she couldn't finish watching it, not because it was bad, but perhaps because she just wasn't into that type of movie.

  She raised her eyes to look at Ruan Jianglin and saw that he was gazing at the screen with a deep gaze, thinking he liked it, so she didn't change.

  As drowsiness crept in, she forced her eyelids open and finished watching the movie.

  Ruan Jianglin's mental state wasn't great either, and Jiang Yan thought he was just deeply moved and couldn't snap out of it for a long time.

  "Jiang Yan, change your type next time." His eyes were a bit drowsy.

  Only then did Jiang Yan realize that she had misunderstood.

  "Then, action movie?" she said in a soft voice.

  The man let out a soft sigh and said, "Alright."

  The two of them exchanged a smile, and Jiang Yan hooked his collar again and rolled back to the bedside.

  Spring is gone

  Jiang Yan's painstakingly raised seed had not only sprouted, but also bloomed ahead of early summer.

  Jiang Yan watched it from budding to blooming, the elegant and noble cut rose, each petal of Juliet's flower exuded classical European beauty, pure and refined, making people feel amazed at first sight.

  She pulled Ruan Jianglin together to watch, but he didn't have much surprise, because the things that had been seen before couldn't make people surprised.

  His only surprise was probably just thinking that she could actually grow this flower.

  She happily went to fetch her SLR camera, and Ruan Jiang rarely saw her so happy.

  The warm sunlight of early summer spilled onto the ground, and even the newly bloomed Juliet roses seemed a bit languid, just like someone.

  Jiang Yan's shooting action was very professional, and she suddenly had an inspiration for this topic.

  She adjusted the depth of field, slightly rotating the focus ring back and forth with her hand movements.

  Her hair has grown longer and reached her waist because Ruan Jianglin likes it that way.

  When she bends down, her slender waistline is faintly visible, the sunlight shines on her soft long hair, and even her cold face becomes gentle.

  She lowered her head, looking at the photos she had just taken, with a faint smile playing on her lips.

  When Ruan Jianglin looked at her, she was a picture of serene beauty. She turned around and handed it over to Ruan Jianglin to take a look.

  He didn't mince words with her, took a closer look and said "You have quite a talent."

  It's rare to hear him praise her, he once said she was very smart, but that was in bed.

  He stretched out his hand and fondly ruffled her hair, messing it up. Jiang Yan lightly patted the man's hand away, focusing all her attention on the camera.

  At least she was very satisfied, whether it was flowers, photos or people.

  Actually, Ruan Jianglin didn't know that if he flipped through the photos in the camera, he would find that most of them were of him.

  There is his sleeping face with a dense eyelash when he closes his eyes, there is his meticulous seriousness when he works, and there is his lively conversation on the phone with others.

  Jiang Yan walked away with the camera, leaning against the window and watching the little girl fiddling with the camera in her hand, occasionally rearranging the position of the flower pot.

  "Want some help?" he asked.

  He also didn't know how he opened his mouth and asked, just following his heart's intention.

  Jiang Yan let him walk over and stand beside the pot of flowers, saying let him be a foil.

  Ruan Jianglin smiled and walked over, really listening to her words.

  In fact, when she focused, her gaze was fixed on the man's extraordinary face, his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and thin lips were exceptionally clear.

  Jiang Yan finished filming and waved his hand, signaling him to withdraw.

  "Are you really treating me like a tool?" He asked with a playful and insolent tone, his voice was particularly enticing.

  Jiang Yan smiled and shook her head, putting down the camera, walking over to hook his neck, wrapping around his lips, and kissing him deeply.

  One summer afternoon, he was somewhat lost in thought.

  Afterwards he joked that it was just a pot of flowers.

  (End of chapter)