Hua Sheng's face gradually paled, and finally he trembled his lips little by little, "You are a demon, for me."

Ginkgo was confused and looked at the lady in confusion.

"Miss, what? What are you talking to yourself?"

Hua Sheng looked at the ginkgo with complex eyes, "The flower language of the black rose is... You are a demon, for me."

"Ah? Some people say you are a demon?" Ginkgo understood very lightly, and Hua Sheng didn't explain too much.

Hua Sheng didn't say much to Ginkgo. After getting off the car, Hua Sheng stood at the door for a long time.

In the end, the black roses were thrown into the trash can.

But Ginkgo saw that the lady was in a bad mood. After she came back, she entered the room and didn't say anything.

In the evening, when Jiang Liu came back, Ginkgo even told his son-in-law specifically.

"Son-in-law, my son-in-law, our lady is in a bad mood today."

"What's going on?"

When Jiang Liu heard that his wife was in a bad mood, she would be very happy. She immediately put down her briefcase and asked clearly.

Ginkgo has told all the causes and consequences of the matter, but it is nothing, just the black rose.

Jiang Liu even took out his cell phone and checked it out, but what he found was different from Hua Sheng's.

The black rose language is - you are my eternal only and most cherished love.

But that's it, Jiang Liu was also very depressed.

Is there an opponent who is going to challenge him?

What does it mean to give her Asheng black roses?

Jiang Liu then closed his cell phone and went upstairs.

Hua Sheng was still lying down at this time, but he didn't sleep because his eyes were open.

"A Sheng." He opened the door and went in.

Hua Sheng slowly stood up and leaned against the bed behind him, looking really uninspired.

She was wearing a dress with smooth satin fabric, apricot color, and was very light and white, so she looked weak.

Jiang Liu felt very distressed and hugged him directly.

"A Sheng."

"What are you doing, Mr. Jiang, why are you acting cute?" Hua Sheng smiled.

"A Sheng, who is the one who sent the flowers?"

"Ha, the ginkgo guy who is quick-talking, have you told me?"

Jiang Liu continued to act coquettishly, "Well, I am very angry. I dare to send flowers to my wife. I am seeking death."

"To be honest, I don't know who it is, but I always feel... the black rose is not very auspicious."

This is true, Hua Sheng really doesn’t know who it is?

Xie Dongyang, definitely not.

Ling Xiao, it’s hard to say, after all, there is no evidence, but I feel that Ling Xiao’s IQ is not very similar to those who can buy black roses.

As for the others... Hua Sheng was even more uncertain.

So I didn't say much to Jiang Liu, and Jiang Liu is not a stubborn person, so naturally he wouldn't ask too much.

The couple went downstairs for dinner and went to the study room.

Hua Sheng plays the piano and Jiang Liu drinks tea, and often plays with this profound artistic conception.

But at 8 o'clock in the evening, Hua Sheng suddenly received a call from Yu Ping.

"Xiao Sheng, have you read the news?" Yu Ping's voice was very panicked.

"No, what news." Hua Sheng was wearing armor on his hand.

"Look at it, our store..."

Yu Ping didn't know what to say, so she could only let Hua Sheng read the news by herself.

Hua Sheng looked at his phone, and his face changed drastically.

It says - A remote commercial street in Jiangcheng District suddenly caught fire an hour ago. More than a dozen shops on the street were burned to ashes. The most important thing is that there are still people living in several stores. Preliminary statistics show that 4 died and 12 were injured, and one of them was severely burned, and was still in the intensive care unit.

Hua Sheng continued to read the news, and the more he read it, the colder he felt.
Chapter completed!