Gu Xiangyi was a little confused about Huayun's brain circuit, "What do you mean by not getting married? Mr. Hua, if you want to get married, you go and get married, no one is stopping you, right? Then I don't want to get married, so I won't get married, and I won't get married. Nobody can force me."
Huayun smiled softly, "Xiangxiang, this is not a reason for me to force you. I love you, and you love me too. We form a common family and protect each other for the rest of our lives. What a wonderful thing."
If other men said this to other women, such as Lao Gu said this to Xiao Tiantian, Gu Xiangyi would not doubt his sincerity at all. But this man is Hua Yun, and he is speaking to himself.
Gu Xiangyi sighed, "Mr. Hua, don't say anything like this in the future." It's impossible not to be touched in the heart, but that's the only way to go.
Huayun: "" Xiangxiang's sigh inexplicably made him very worried.
He still wanted to say something, but Gu Xiangyi pushed him away and walked towards the door.
Now that you have come, let's go in, so that you can act as if nothing happened, and worrying too much will only add to your troubles.
This garden is indeed very big, there are more than three in the Sanxiang Garden.
Huajun designed it as an antique house with three entrances and three exits, but the residences are concentrated in the first courtyard. It is a small two-story building that looks three stories high and covers an area of ??500 square meters. The yard has rockery and flowing water, bamboo fish ponds, and various flowers and trees.
In the back two yards, one is planted with flowers and medicinal materials, the other is planted with vegetables and fruit trees, all of which are connected by verandahs, and in the middle is a glass greenhouse that occupies a large area.
Gu Xiangyi was shocked all the way. I didn't expect this bastard to be so aggressive.
There is only an old couple who take care of the garden and live in a small building next to the greenhouse.
Huayun respected them very much, "Professor Xu, Professor Liu."
Gu Xiangyi looked familiar, but Xu Dongsheng recognized her at a glance, "Hey, isn't this Xiao Xiangxiang? Is your grandfather okay?"
It was only then that Gu Xiangyi remembered that he was a colleague of Grandpa's before retirement and a botanist, but much younger than Grandpa.
"Hello uncle, hello aunt! My grandpa is fine!" She nodded and smiled.
Xu Dongsheng also smiled, and that smile was very warm, "Sure enough, you still look good. I remember when you were young, you were as big as these two dolls. I asked you to call me grandpa, but you insisted on calling me uncle."
Then Professor Liu also smiled, "Xiangxiang, don't you remember me? I was Professor Gu's student back then, and I even hugged you."
Gu Xiangyi took a closer look, and really had no impression, so he smiled apologetically.
Huayun explained the purpose of his visit, and Professor Liu was surprised, "Oh, you guys know shepherd's purse! I thought the younger generation didn't know how to eat wild vegetables. Yes, there are a lot of them. I'm planning to ask someone to get them for two days. I¡¯ll give you some, Professor Gu will definitely like it.¡±
With that said, she took a group of people to the back yard. "In the vegetable field, shepherd's purse is the most abundant and the freshest."
Gu Xiangyi saw that this was a piece of coriander, so dense that he couldn't even see the grass, let alone wild vegetables.
Luo Yi squatted down and pulled it a few times with his hands, "Auntie, are these all coriander?"
"That's right, yo, the young man also knows about coriander. It's not easy." Professor Liu also squatted down. Before everyone could see how she could tell the difference, she pulled out a stalk just like coriander. The size and appearance of the dish, but on closer inspection, it is indeed not coriander.
Gu Xiangyi took the vegetable, and took out the pictures on his phone to compare them carefully. Except that the roots were long and white, and the leaves were similar in shape, he was not sure. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com