"You mean...... Bo Junxiao raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully, and quickly responded, "Which one do you want?" ”

"Downstairs!" Yan Mu didn't hesitate at all, "It's the one next door to the study, the one that can access the flower room and the sun room." ”

The pure smell of flowers and trees is obviously good for the human body.

If Old Man Bo is there, he can open the window to circulate the air in the flower room, which will definitely be useful for his physical recovery.

Bo Junxiao's study also has a small bedroom separated by a screen, but Old Man Bo definitely can't squeeze together with Bo Junxiao.

"Doctor Song has left medicine for the wound on your face, you take care of the wound first and then arrange the room, go!" Bo Junxiao didn't ask any more questions, obviously extremely relieved about Yan Mu's work.

"Hey!"

Waiting for Yan Mu to leave, Sima Xilou smiled at Bo Junxiao and said, "Brother Xiao, when did you learn to care about people?" Why do I feel like you're very unusual to this little babysitter? ”

Bo Junxiao glanced at his friend and said, "Don't you think that I am not ordinary to you?" ”

Sima Xilou suddenly bared his teeth and rubbed his arms: "Don't, Brother Xiao, I have goosebumps!" ”

Bo Junxiao paused, turned his face and looked at Sima Xilou quietly, with a sense of banter, and said solemnly and slowly: "Sima, thank you for today's incident!" ”

If it weren't for Sima Xilou, he wouldn't have known that under the nose of his father Bo Zhengyuan, Mrs. Bo's mother and son could bully a demented old man like this!

"Tell me what thank you!"

Sima Xilou didn't care about waving his hand, seeing that Bo Junxiao was a little tired, he rubbed his eyebrows, and said busily, "You rest for a while, I'll go find someone to get my flowers, and I've already transferred the money to you!" Your little babysitter is ...... Silly and fine, funny haha - her name is Xiao Mu, right, Xiao Mu, little fungus! ”

In the flower room, Yan Mu was taking Han Liu to transplant a few rhododendrons into the flower pot.

"Brother Han, okay, that's it." Seeing Han Liu's neat hands and feet finished transplanting, Yan Mu hurriedly smiled.

This Han Liu's work is really good, but he talks very little, like a stuffy gourd, Yan Mu felt a little awkward.

"Little fungus, where's my orchid?"

Sima Xilou asked loudly as soon as he entered the flower room.

Small fungus?

Yan Mu's face was black, and he directly turned a deaf ear, what kind of nickname did this guy give her!

"Hey, little fungus, I want to ask you! Have you gotten my orchid ready? Sima Xilou asked anxiously.

It was getting late, and he had to go home.

Today, on the order of his old man, he wanted to move a few pots of flowers back from here, and the old man just called to urge, so he was naturally a little anxious.

Yan Mu poured a little aura into the two pots of rhododendrons he had newly made, and still pretended not to hear Sima Xilou's words.

"Little fungus, little fungus!"

When Sima Xilou saw it, he immediately knew that she was doing it on purpose, so he couldn't help but smile, leaned over and squatted beside her and said, "What about me, but your big buyer, you treat your god like this?" ”

He had already seen that the flower pot he wanted had been sent and placed in a corner of the flower room, but not a single pot of orchids had been transplanted!

"Brother Han, you send these two pots of cuckoos to that room first." Yan Mu finished the work in hand first, explained to Han Liu, and then looked at Sima Xilou with a biased face.

"What do you think I'm doing? Think Ben Shao is handsome? Sima Xilou squeezed his eyes.

Yan Mu snorted and raised his eyebrows: "I'll see what God looks like!" ”