The Love of Chuan Rong (5)

Hearing this, Zhuang Shurong also smiled and stopped moving. She turned her head to look at him—

"But now it seems that things are a little absurd beyond imagination," Zhuang Shurong said very calmly.

Mu Tangchuan smiled and looked at her with a meaningful gaze. "Absurd? Why do you say that? I always feel that perhaps another word might be more appropriate."

"Hmm? What word?"

After Mu Tangchuan said that, Zhuang Shurong raised her eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

The smile on Mu Tangchuan's face disappeared. He turned around slowly and walked forward. Zhuang Shurong followed behind him.

Mu Tangchuan did not answer Zhuang Shurong's question. He just walked silently. In front of him was a large area of blooming chrysanthemums. The fragrance of the flowers in the air was especially strong.

Zhuang Shurong actually did not like chrysanthemums that much. It was just that Wang Hui liked them quite a lot.