You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 311 Please, Honey

"Okay." Nina took back the rose.

Since John didn't like the flower, it was useless to keep it.

Nina put the flower aside and said nothing.

These two people sometimes didn't like to explain things, so Henry was anxious.

John was a man of dignity that made himself suffer. John couldn't tell Nina that he was jealous. So Henry had to ask for John, "Mrs. Nina, where did you get the rose?"

John looked out of the window. Although he looked at the traffic outside, he was waiting for an answer.

"I bought it. Today is Valentine's day, isn't it? I heard that roses will be sent on Valentine's day, so I bought one. "Nina touched the rose again. She hadn't sent anyone roses yet. It was said that roses represented love.

Henry finally took a deep breath and said, "You bought it yourself. Did you buy it for Mr. John?"

"Yes." Nina nodded, "But I bought it wrong. He doesn't like it."

John still looked out of the window, raising his left hand to his lips, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

She had a conscience.

"Give it to me." John turned to look at her and reached out for the rose. His face was calm, but the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

Nina looked at the expression on John and guessed what had happened according to what Henry had just asked.

It turned out that the man was angry just now because he thought the rose was sent by someone else to her?

Nina felt sweet in her heart and looked at him with a faint smile. "Don't you like roses?"

Judging from the way Nina spoke, John knew that he had been seen through by her.

But he would never admit that he was jealous.

John looked at her seriously and tied up his clothes, indicating her to give him the roses.

Nina really wanted to laugh, but she still pretended to know nothing. "Oh, I don't know where I put it."

Nina quietly moved the flower to her side, just completely blocked the flower. She opened her innocent eyes and said, "I just gave it to you, but you didn't want it. You can replace it yourself now."

John glanced at her side with his sharp eyes. The rose was still there. It must have been hidden by this little liar.

He stretched out his big hand and held Nina on his legs. The bright red rose lay there, and accidentally fell two petals, snuggling up to each other.

Just like the two of them at this time.

When John was about to reach out for the rose, Nina took a step ahead of him and said, "Oh, the rose's petals have fallen. No, I'll throw them away." "No." John coldly said and he wanted to take back the rose, which were bought by his wife in person to him.

How could she throw it away?

He would keep it.

Sending roses on Valentine's day meant a lot. He wouldn't let her throw it away.

"Don't you like it? Why don't you keep it?" Nina deliberately took the rose far away so as not to let John reach out his hand to get it.

John kept silent, staring at the cunning eyes of Nina and the rose from time to time.

Nina laughed in her heart and pretended to be pitiful. "Honey, where is the trash can in the car? I'll throw the flower away. You don't like it anyway.

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After saying that, she secretly turned her head and glanced at the man behind her. She wanted him to admit that he liked roses in person. Helen had told her about it. Therefore, there were a lot of roses in the garden of North Yard, all kinds of roses.

But more importantly, Nina wanted him to admit that he was jealous just now.

This man always liked to be jealous and angry without saying a word. What if she couldn't guess sometimes?

She just met the man she loved in twenty years. It would be a waste of time if they quarreled because of a little misunderstanding.

So she had to make him say whatever he put in his heart.

Nina rolled her eyes and rolled down the window. The car was driving on the outskirts of the city. There was no one on the side of the road, only the shadow of trees.

She turned the rose to the window and said deliberately, "I've threw it now. Why I keep it since you don't like it?"

"I like it." John grabbed her wrist, drew her hand back and admitted, "I like the rose you sent me."

"Didn't you just say that you didn't like it?" Nina still didn't give the rose to him. "If you tell me why you said you don't like it, I will give it to you. After all, this is specially bought for you. Today is Valentine's day, the first Valentine's day between the two of us."

John licked his lips and smiled helplessly.

She was forcing him to admit that he was jealous.

Well, he couldn't win her.

"I thought Noah bought it for you." Even if John admitted that he was jealous, he still had a cold and arrogant face. No one could see any of his emotions.

Nina laughed again and teased him more bluntly, "Oh, so you are jealous, aren't you?"

After a pause, John pursed his lips tightly and he nodded, "Yes. Can you give me the rose?

The man's slender fingers and bones were clear, as white as scallion roots, making people want to hold or bite them.

Thinking of this, Nina did so. She raised her hand through his fingers and interlocked their ten fingers, flipping and looking at them.

"Honey, your hand is so beautiful."

John held her hand tightly, put it on Nina's body, wrapped his arms around her waist, and reached out the other hand for the rose.

"Give me the rose." John's tone was not as cold and hard as before, but so gentle. He whispered in her ear, "Honey, I like roses very much, especially the rose you give me. Can you give me the flower? Huh?

His voice sounded so soft.

Just like last night, he breathed in her ears.

With a red face, Nina said, "John. Can you be tougher? Don't be so spineless, Okay?"

He knew that she couldn't stand such a plea of him the most.

John was famous for his love for dignity, and he was also famous for being shameless beside Nina.

He didn't care about toughness and backbone at all.

"Honey, give it to me. I really like it." John put his head close to Nina's ear and stared at the rose in Nina's other hand.

Among all the flowers, he liked roses.

Now that his wife sent him the rose, he liked it even more.

"Please, honey." The deep and magnetic voice of John was so soft.

Nina couldn't hold it anymore and handed him the rose. "Here you are. Happy Valentine's day."

"Happy Valentine's day, honey." John lifted her up and sat beside her. Then he took the flower and kissed the corner of Nina's mouth.

John carefully put the rose on the passenger seat and said to Henry, "Watch it carefully."

"Yes, sir." Henry slowed down.

Henry found that he had another identity, the flower guardian.

Nina sat next to John and smiled. A breeze blew a few strands of her black hair, passed the tip of her nose and pressed her hair against her lips.

"Hair." John reached out and smoothed her hair. When his fingers touched the back of her ear, he turned over and knelt down on the edge of the seat. He put his hands on both sides of Nina's head and approached her with his handsome face.

The space behind the car was not very large. Nina was encircled in his arms. The space that she could move was even narrow, and the heartbeat of both of them could be heard.

"What are you doing?" Nina panicked.

It was so challenging to do it in the car.

Besides, she had her period today.

No way.

Raising her hands against his chest, Nina turned her head and said, "John. Don't act recklessly."

John raised his eyebrows and smiled unscrupulously. He said firmly, "No."

Then he leaned his head close to her and whispered in her ear, "This is backbone, and next is toughness."

"You... HMM... "As soon as Nina turned her head, she was silenced by John.

She hummed for a while and didn't say anything.000