Arriving downstairs at the Han Family, Lu Nuanyang parked the car and went straight up.
Han Jianzhou and Yu Haiqing had both gone to work. For them, not every weekend meant two days off.
If something comes up at work, they have to be ready to report at any time.
Han Zhinan had already opened the door, looking startled: "You bought flowers?"
Lu Nuanyang was carrying two bouquets, one of roses and sunflowers, the other of carnations.
"These are for my baby," he handed the roses and sunflowers to Han Zhinan: "This bouquet is for Auntie."
"Thank you!"
What girl doesn't love flowers?
Lu Nuanyang pointed at his own cheek.
Han Zhinan pulled him inside, closed the door, and then gave him a peck on the cheek.
At Han Zhinan's home, Lu Nuanyang never made any excessive moves.
"Not changed yet?" he carried the flowers inside: "Is the vase still in the usual place? I'll arrange these for Auntie."
