This woman is too violent, actually kicking chrysanthemums with her foot?

  How lovely and elegant is the chrysanthemum! Yet, if you provoke her, she'll kick with her feet?

  Isn't this the same brain circuit as mine? Did you take chrysanthemum as a man's place?

  Zhou Ming looked at Ye Mo Yuan for half a day without making a sound, and couldn't help but ask another sentence: "Young Master! Do you want to stop him?"

  "Never mind." Ye Moyuan waved his hand, "Let her go, she's in a bad mood and needs to vent. Chrysanthemums can be replanted, it's no big deal."

  Tsk tsk tsk! Zhou Ming shook his head secretly in his heart, what's wrong with this young master?

  All the chrysanthemums in the garden were cultivated by him with his own hands, and he treasured them like precious jewels. Even when Old Master wanted to move a few pots back to the old mansion at night, he refused.

  In their free time, they would often sneak into the garden to tinker around.

  There is a mood of picking chrysanthemum under the east fence.

  He was ruined by someone today, but he didn't get angry at all? He even said that chrysanthemum can be recultivated?

  Young master! Since you knew all along, why did you fire Old Liu last year for accidentally damaging a black chrysanthemum while taking care of the garden? You scolded him on the spot and said that someone who can't even take care of chrysanthemums doesn't deserve to stay in the Chrysanthemum Garden?

  Now the young lady has almost trampled your chrysanthemum garden, and you're fine with just one sentence about re-cultivation?

  Why bother coming all the way here just to report something?

  Zhou Ming stepped back and retreated, Ye Mo took up the telescope on the table and stood in front of the window, gazing out at the chrysanthemum garden.

  The garden is in a mess, the pot is broken, the flower stand has collapsed, and the flowers are scattered all over the place.

  What a precious species! In the eyes of that woman, everything has become an object for her to vent.

  Her own image is no better either.

  Hair covered with chrysanthemum leaves and petals, multicolored, standing in the sunlight, has a bit of reckless heroism.

  She had long since discarded her blue windbreaker and was wearing a white thin woolen skirt to compete with those chrysanthemums.

  One kick at a time, one stamp at a time, after stamping and kicking, still use the toe to grind.

  Biting her lower lip, with a cold face, as if that flower was not a flower, but a person, someone she hated extremely.

  Women love beautiful things.

  This woman is particularly willing to be a ruthless person who destroys flowers with her spicy hands.

  Not caring about one's image at all.

  Suddenly, Ye Mo's eyes were filled with a smile.

  He had seen many artificial and affected women, but also encountered some who were genuine and lovely.

  He was indeed someone who had never been seen before, bursting forth with such ferocity and ruthlessness from the very start.

  He put down his binoculars and set off with great enthusiasm to take a stroll in the chrysanthemum garden.

  Get ready to scare her.

  Luoyao would definitely die laughing if she knew about Yemengyuan's thoughts.

  Scare her? Is she scared of everything?

  Luoyao looked at the ruined chrysanthemum garden and stopped in her tracks, too lazy to even pick up her windbreaker, ready to leave.

  Never thought that turning around would see Ye Mo Yuan standing there, staring at himself with a expressionless face.

  "What are you looking at? Haven't seen a person before?" Luoyao's teeth-gnashing expression made her look like a small wild cat.

  "?" Ye Moyuan slightly hooked the corner of his lips, "Was it exciting to explode?"

  "Look behind me and you'll understand."

  "Hmm! Looks like it's quite refreshing." Ye Mo Yan narrowed his eyes, seemingly smiling but not really, "So, it's better for Young Master Ye's wife to stay at home. If the outside world knew that the young mistress of the Ye family likes to kick people's chrysanthemums, I don't know how many men would be kneeling on the ground in silence."

  "Hey! What are you talking nonsense about?" Luo Yao suddenly felt that she was being slandered by Ye Mo, and argued indignantly, "What I said and what you said are two different concepts. Don't mix them up, okay? And don't use it as a legitimate reason to restrain me."

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