[Flowers]fanren

[The CP I knead cannot be BE, I produce my own grain and knead it myself] Miss Wang sits on the second floor. Open the flower windows and see the green tile roof, and the rain falls on the patio in the middle, like a bead curtain screen strung with pearls. There are two Taishi chairs on the east side of the verandah on the first floor, where Abao and the boss sit drinking tea and chatting. As if telepathically, he looked up along the rain curtain and smiled gently at Miss Wang. Suzhou Pingtan was playing in the back room, and the song was "Yingying Worships the Moon": Menghulu secretly confides in his heart/Who knows he has already revealed two or three points/The origin of spring beauty is the most difficult to annoy... The rain is pattering, Wu Nong's soft words are lingering, bananas are planted outside the house, the beauty's figure is reflected in the rhombus mirror inside the house, and Miss Wang is lying by the window, drowsy. Abao was moved. Intention: love