I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Baicaoshi returned home.

It was already dark at that time, and before she reached the door of the house, she saw two wolves rushing towards her and circled her intimately.

"Be good, my Fubao, Mengbao, did you protect your family today?"

Fubao howled and Mengbao flicked his tail.

"Today, you should really add chicken legs to them, they drive away the uninvited guests." It was the first floor who spoke, and Qingfeng Langyue came calmly.

"Which unexpected guest?"

On the first floor, he looked at Mrs. Baili's room.

Now, Mrs. Baili lives with Hongqu, probably the young master found it.

"Nice job, Fubao, Mengbao!" Baicaoshi reached out to Zhenyilou, "Where are the chicken legs, bring them here."

Zhenyilou: "..."

That's your pet!

Your pet!

your!

Baicaoshi shrugged, "Oh, please come to Quanjufang to pack some food for the real hero."

Really drifted away angrily.

When Baicaoshi entered the room, she didn't cry or fuss like she imagined, Baili stood up automatically and gave them the space. "You talk about conversation."

Hongqu's face was slightly pale, with traces of tears, but surprisingly calm.

"Sorry to bother you. I'm moving out tomorrow."

In any case, the other party was the young master of Yan Jingrong Jinghou's mansion, his small arms couldn't hold his thighs, and Hong Qu was worried that it would bring disaster to them.

"What do you think?" Baicaoshi didn't worry about whether to stay or not, she only cared about the original heart of Hongqu.

"I disappeared for a few days, and he didn't pay any attention. He probably thought that I had become Young Master Pei's plaything. Since he is ruthless, don't blame me for being ungrateful. I died once, and everyone who owes him is pregnant with him. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road." Hongqu said decisively every single word, but bit her lower lip tightly, obviously enduring a huge torment in her heart.

Baicaoshi sat down beside her, lightly embraced her shoulders, and said in a gentle voice: "You don't owe him anything, it's just right to break it with a knife. If a scumbag kicks, he kicks, and you not only have to forget the past, but also live a beautiful life. Live well."

How to live beautifully, Hongqu doesn't know.

In the past, she only hoped to find a lover to be with her for the rest of her life.

"Well, anyway, my wife has money, or should I go find a young lady?"

Baicao Poetry: "..."

Is such revenge okay?

"Bah, bah, what are you thinking? The most important thing in being a human being is to be happy." He comforted people with the old clichés of Hong Kong dramas.

Hongqu raised her head and played with her fingers, "Although I am pretty, how can I live beautifully?" She laughed, laughed and cried again.

Baicaoshi poked her secretly, "Either, you can plant grass for me. The land given to you by the rich businessman, of course, is now owned by me. I will also provide you with seeds. You can hire people or you can plant them yourself. Design, plant all the grass, and then we will open a golf course, that is, Chui Wan, Dui Chui Wan. You are the honorary boss, big shopkeeper, and general manager. The golf course implements a VIP system, and you have the right to decide who to award it to. Members, scumbags are resolutely not allowed to enter, okay?"

Hongqu blinked, blinked again, her curled eyelashes moved and moved, very cute. "I probably know every word you said, why don't I understand it together?"

Baicao Poems with her arms akimbo pointed to Jiangshan's passionate words, "Take your time, welcome to the world of Baicao Poetry, where you will use your ingenuity and wisdom to create a great business empire with me. During the recent period, prevent If the scumbags harass you, I will give you a bodyguard."

Zhenyi, who was feeding the wolves in the yard, sneezed.

Greens grass seeds are usually sown in the fall so there are fewer weeds.

It seems that everything is the best arrangement.

Next, Baicaoshi told Hongqu a lot of key points of green grass planting, and the two chatted more and more excitedly. She didn't quietly go back to her room until she felt sleepy.

Alas, in the days of being alone in the empty boudoir, I want to break my feathers.