Is the old man looking forward to this fragrance on her?

why is that?

Moreover, his sense of smell is so sensitive, which is also a surprise.

Could it be that he also has a different sense of smell than ordinary people?

"Actually, I put some dried flowers in my pocket." Jiang Xiao said. She was already quite skilled in taking such a small thing out of the space.

He reached into his pocket and, under the cover of his pocket, he grabbed a handful of dried flower petals from the space.

Such a small handful of dried petals are of several kinds of flowers, all of which are grown in the space.

At that time, Hu Xiangyong was able to remember her taste, so Jiang Xiao had a habit from that time on that time. When the space bloomed, she would pick some and add a little spiritual spring water and then go to the jade pot to dry and store it in case.

Even if there is no such situation, such dried flowers will smell very pleasant. She will put some in her wardrobe and some in the bathroom, so that the room will be stained with a little fragrance.

So it's very easy to take out these things now.

Seeing that she had taken out such a small handful of dried flowers from her pocket, Wei Leng noodles was also stunned.

Not fragrant powder?

So what is her breath?

Every girl is very particular about everything, and every thing is too many.

The old man pinched a flower from Jiang Xiao's hand, looked at it, and laughed again, "Is this a dried flower you baked by yourself?"

"Yes."

"The smell is very special and smells very nice. The fragrance is faint but not high-profile, it smells so good." The old man asked: "Can the little girl give me some? If possible, do needlework for me and sew the flowers in the sachet."

Jiang Xiao glanced at Wei Leng again.

Can you give something casually?

Won't you send any trouble?

Seeing her asking for Wei Leng's opinion, the old man looked at Wei Leng's face and smiled and said, "Little Wei Zi, the little girl is very well-behaved."

I also know to ask for his opinions in advance.

Little Wei Zi, puff.

Jiang Xiao almost burst out laughing when she heard the old man's name for Wei Leng.

Wei Leng, who made many people frightened, was called Xiao Wei Zi...

It feels like Eunuch Wei.

She wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so she could only hold it in.

Wei Leng's face was used to it, and he couldn't see any dissatisfaction, so he said slowly: "Her surname is Jiang. Jiang, whose name is Xiao and Zhu Youxiao are the granddaughter of Cui Mengdun."

As for whether he was "very well-behaved", he didn't answer this.

Is Jiang Xiao very well-behaved?

Occasionally.

"Is it Xiao Jiang who painted?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up again.

Jiang Xiao nodded, "Old sir, it's me."

The old man pointed to the painting on the wall over there, "Is that what you painted?"

"Yes."

The old man immediately stroked his hand and said happily: "I kept telling Xiaozhongzi that he wanted to invite the painter of the painting to come here to visit, but Xiaozhongzi always refused. He didn't expect that now I had no intention of getting what I wished and seeing you."

Small neutron...

Jiang Xiao secretly twitched the corner of her mouth.

Needless to ask, Xiaoqian must refer to her uncle, Li Hanzhong, the general secretary of the alliance.

Well, no wonder Xiao Weizi has no objection. Even Li Hanzhong is a little neutron. What can he have?

"Little girl, you're here just right. I have a question to ask you." The old man stood up, trembling a little. Jiang Xiao subconsciously reached out to help him.

But before she could meet the old man, Wei Lengmeng reached out with one hand and quickly blocked her hand, not letting her touch the old man.

The old man has also stood firm.
Chapter completed!