Sweet Revenge

Chapter 640

Chapter 640 So Jealousy

“This is…” Although Simon was influenced by her and knew some plants, he really didn’t know this one in front of him.

Unable to conceal the joy in her heart, Silvia said excitedly.

“This is Aquilaria sinensis!” She yelped.

“Aquilaria sinensis?” Raising his eyebrows, Simon just subconsciously repeated it.

After all, there were too many names of these plants and flowers, and he couldn’t remember so

but one thing could be seen, that is, Silvia liked them very much.

many,

“Bought it?” He asked and raised his hand and brushed the broken hair around her ear, and leaned

over to kiss her ear.

Silvia had gradually become accustomed to his inadvertent intimacy, and she didn’t dodge it. Instead, she leaned towards him naturally.

“No, it was given by someone else!” She replied.

While speaking, her eyes were still looking at the potted plant, and her eyes were full of joy.

It could be seen that she really liked it very much.

“Someone gave it to you?” Simon asked, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Who had such long eyes and gave his wife such a satisfactory gift?

He knew that Silvia did not have a high desire for material things. Before he gave her jewelry, she said it was inconvenient to do experiments with them on, and they were all put in a box at the bottom of the box. Her clothes had to be loose, comfortable, natural and generous. As for other things, like the house and the car, it didn’t even matter.

And he didn’t understand spices, so he wouldn’t buy them indiscriminately. The most he could give was his bank card, and she could spend it as she wanted.

For a long time, it was the first time he saw her so happy because of a gift.

“Ms. Miller sent it!” Silvia said. She was delighted.

“Ms. Miller?” Simon asked. He didn’t seem to remember the name either.

Hitting him with an elbow, Silvia said.

“What are you pretending to do?! You even remembered her profile picture before, but now you don’t remember who she is?” Silvia asked.

Pretending to be hurt, Simon clutched his waist.

“I didn’t think about it for a while!” Simon replied.

“However, why did she suddenly give you this, she knows you like this?” He asked.

Silvia shook her head.

“I didn’t mention it!” She replied.

But Alaia Miller knew that she was a perfuming teacher. After all, she had heard of the name before the dress incident.

“Just accept it if you like it! When I’m free, I’ll find a suitable gift in return,” Simon said to Silvia.

It was rare to see her like it so much, and just accept it. Sometimes on the scene, some gifts were rejected.

Silvia glanced at him.

“Do you still need to? I already gave her a dress, and this is her return gift!” Silvia said to Simon. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Oh? So fast!” Simon asked. He was a little surprised. It seemed that his wife’s social skills were not as weak as he thought.

“Could it be that it was because you said you robbed her last time?” Simon asked.

“Hmm!” Silvia responded.

Nodding her head, Silvia couldn’t wait to get close to the plant, and looked at the plant carefully.

“It’s beautiful, it smells so good! Where did Ms. Miller get it? This baby…” Silvia asked rhetorically.

After a pause, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned her head to look at Simon.

“This baby…is it legal?” She asked him.

“Um?” Simon replied, confused.

This abrupt question stunned Simon, how could a spice plant be legal or not?

“This soil agarwood is a second-class protected plant. I’ve been thinking about it before, but it’s not fate, I always miss it! But it’s not necessarily true, it seems to be artificially cultivated!” She seemed to be talking to him, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

Simon was lost.

Seeing her intoxicated face, her eyes were like those of a loved one, he was inexplicably a little

apprehensive, and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

“Hey, hey-“Simon muttered.

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She was reaching out to touch the leaf, when he pulled her like this, so she fell into his arms uncontrollably, and tore off a leaf.

“What are you doing?!” It was inevitable for her to be offended, and she held onto the torn leaves, absolutely reluctant to throw them away.

“Isn’t it just a pot of soil… soil agarwood? Simon asked.

“Because you are happy, you don’t want to see me?” He added.

As he spoke, he leaned closer to her eyes, as if he was afraid that she would not see him.

Silvia was taken aback.

She couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Hello, this man! Really?!

In the past, he was jealous of other men, women, and even her son. That was fine, but now he had grown to be jealous of a pot of plants?

He was simply the king of jealousy in the universe!

“How don’t I want to see you? Didn’t I ask you to come over just after you came home?” Silvia asked. She smiled, and put the leaf towards the tip of his nose as if showing off.

“Smell it, isn’t it very fragrant?” Silvia asked.

Sniffing, he nodded.

“Since you have seen me, have you noticed anything different about me today?” Simon asked her.

When he said this, Silvia stepped back a bit, looked him up and down, frowned, and thought

seriously.

To be honest, she really didn’t notice any difference, but in order not to disappoint him, she still

gambled on an answer.

“You cut your hair!” Silvia replied.

Simon was lost.

God damn hair cut!

He had been so busy recently that he didn’t have much time to take care of it. His hair had grown long, and now the sides were past his ears. She even said that he cut his hair when his hair was long and wild. Could it be that he had long hair before?

“No!” Simon replied. Disappointment was evident on his face.

“Changed your tie?!” Silvia guessed again.

“…No!” Simon replied and stopped her, not intending to let her continue guessing.

“Look here,” he added.

He turned his head to one side, exposing his slender neck.

He had an excellent figure, and his skin was extremely delicate and clean. Therefore, there was a

rose red mark on his neck, which was particularly eye-catching.

“Ah!” Silvia exclaimed, and immediately leaned over to take a closer look.

Simon was finally a little happy, grinned, and heard her say in the next second.

“It’s September, why are mosquitoes so poisonous?”

Simon was tired of her and rolled his eyes.

“Do you think this is a mosquito lump?” He said, licking his lower lip.

“Do you think this is a mosquito lump?” He asked.

“Isn’t it?” Silvia replied. It looked like it.

“You don’t think it looks like…” Simon murmured. After a pause, he looked at the cleanliness and purity in her eyes, and stopped teasing her in an instant.

“That’s right, it’s a mosquito,” he said to her.

“Get some ointment and rub it on. Although it’s not very swollen, it’s quite red. Don’t touch it with your hands!” She said with concern.

“Yeah,” Simon replied. He pointed to the potted plant in front of him.

“Let me move it to the back garden, wait…” Simon suggested.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Silvia.

“Don’t! I’ll move it! Don’t touch it! I’ll do it myself!” Silvia replied hastily.

As she said that, she carefully picked up the pot, turned around and walked towards her small

garden.

Looking at her back, Simon felt helpless and couldn’t help worrying about whether she was a person with a body, but on seeing these “babies”, she would still fall into a state of workaholic uncontrollably.

Shaking his head, his neck was a little itchy, he raised his hand and scratched subconsciously.

Recalling Freddie Donne’s words.

“Two days ago I was bitten by a mosquito, and Winnie insisted on saying that it is… a strawberry? Then she scratched me like this! Today, I checked it out and found out what a strawberry means! I’m really, really wronged!”