Time and you are my fault

On the second day, Chu Yi arrived at the company at nine o'clock.

Xiao He smiled and handed over a cup of hot milk, "Mr. Chu, I saw the live broadcast last night. The man in the room must be Mr. Zong!"

Chu Yi raised her eyelids, not confirming or denying it, but said coolly while flipping through the documents inadvertently, "Don't you need to do something?"

Xiao He stuck out his tongue and ran out immediately.

But 10 minutes later, he knocked on the door and came in, still holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in his arms.

"Mr. Chu, your flowers." Xiao He put the bouquet of roses on the reception coffee table, her eyes twinkled with gossip, "Mr. Zong is so romantic!"

Chu Yi frowned slightly, she walked to the bouquet and picked up the card.

Write a line of words in flamboyant fonts, 'Meeting is a miracle, just like the Sahara is full of roses, I happened to meet you. '

Not signed.

Chu Yi couldn't guess who the person who sent the flowers was, but it definitely couldn't be Zong Yanzu.

Zong Yanzu's font is not like this, and he probably won't be able to write such disgusting words on the card in his life.

The delivery man had already left, and it was too late to refuse, so Chu Yi could only accept it and let Xiao He handle it.

Xiao He was confused and left with the bouquet.

When he got off work at night, Xiao He packed his things and was about to leave when he saw Zong Yanzu walking towards him.

Based on the short time we got along during the business trip in Gongzhou, Xiao He felt that Mr. Zong was not as close as the legend said, so he waved to him, "Mr. Zong, are you here to pick Mr. Chu from get off work?"

"Well, is she still busy?" He looked at the closed office door, frowning slightly.

"Yes, Mr. Chu is very hardworking." Xiao He straddled his bag on his shoulders, "Mr. Zong, I'll go first. By the way, the flowers you gave Mr. Chu today are very beautiful."

Zong Yanzu's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

flower?
Following the direction Xiao He pointed, he saw the gorgeous roses disassembled and placed in a vase on the windowsill, and a hint of irrepressible danger overflowed from the depths of his black eyes.

Xiao He was in a hurry to catch the subway, but didn't notice Zong Yanqi's abnormality, and left in a hurry.

The office and corridors are quiet.

He walked to the window, pinched a rose with his long fingers, and pulled it out of the vase.

The bright red petals still have tiny water droplets, which are fragrant and transparent.

Holding the rose, he pushed open the door of Chewie's office.

"I won't eat for now, Xiao He, you should get off work first." Chu Yi buried her head in the document.

At this moment, the darkness outside the window is illuminated by the lights of Wanjia lights.

There are thousands of bright lights beside her, her long hair is tied behind her head with a hair tie casually, the sleeves of the gray shirt are rolled up twice, and the slender fingers hold the signature pen, writing and drawing on the paper.

Zong Yanqi had never seen her work before, she was extremely serious and intoxicated by it.

He had heard it said before that men who work hard are very attractive.

Today he has a new view, that women who work hard are the ones who really kill people.

Chu Yi didn't get a response, instead, there were footsteps getting closer, she raised her head, and suddenly bumped into the man's deep and dark eyes.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Then he saw the red rose pinched between the man's fingers.

My heart throbbed slightly.

But in the next second, she realized that this flower seemed to be received by her in the morning...

"Come to pick you up from get off work." He didn't seem to take the flowers in his hand seriously, and replied on his own.

"I'll have to wait a while," she said truthfully.

"It's okay, you are busy with your work." After finishing speaking, he sat down on the reception sofa unceremoniously, but his slender fingers were still playing with the flower.

Chu Yi lowered her head again, but that figure caught her attention too much, and she couldn't concentrate on her work at all.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the man grabbing rose petals, and he casually threw the red petals onto the coffee table one by one.

His eyes were cold, as if it was a cold wind blowing outside, as if he was mocking, or venting his anger.

Chu Yi frowned, lowered her head, and wrote.

The man on the sofa started to pluck the flower petals, and then began to break off the flower branches again. The creaking sound disturbed Chu Yi.

As if what he broke was not a flower branch, but the hand bone of the flower giver...

Thinking about it this way, there is no desire to work.

She put down her pen and got up, "Okay, let's go."

"Oh." He also got up, and casually threw the last flower branch into the mess on the coffee table.

Casual, arrogant, and somewhat... disdainful.

Chu Yi took the coat and put it on, reached out to pick up the bag, and suddenly a familiar aura came from behind.

The soft white scarf fell on his shoulders. He raised his long arms and wrapped the scarf around her neck to block her slender and fair neck.

The distance between the two was so close that Chu Yi could see her own face reflected in the man's pupils.

But the expression on his face was really not that good-looking, a little dark and heavy.

What is this expression?
He pulled out the hair that was pressed under the scarf, and the fever swept across his neck, which was a little itchy.

Before she could move, the man pulled off the loose hair rope, casually wrapped it around her wrist, and then took her hand and walked out.

While walking, he said, "What do you want to eat?"

The tone was not asking for her opinion at all.

Chu Yi felt that his anger was inexplicable.

The two came to a private restaurant, and Zong Yanzu ordered food without asking Chu Yi for her opinion, even though he ordered her favorite food.

The meal was also extremely quiet, Chu Yi raised her eyes several times to look at him, seeing his flat expression, she wanted to ask something, but in the end she didn't speak.

After the meal, Zong Yanzu sent her back to the hotel.

In the parking lot, Chuy unbuckled his seat belt, but his hand was held down by him.

It was quiet inside and outside the car, and she looked at him quietly.

"You don't have anything you want to tell me?" He finally spoke the first sentence.

Chuy pushed his hand away and unbuckled his seat belt, "I should ask you that."

She paused, "Who is showing your stinky face?"

The man's plain expression finally showed signs of failure, he gritted his teeth, "Chui, do you have a conscience?"

Chewie, "?"

"Who sent the flowers?" He asked, with a bit of grievance in his tone.

Chewie was taken aback by his words.

What is he wronged?
"My friend." She blinked.

"What friend?" He looked at her, as if as long as she said her name, he could rush over and tear people apart in the next second.

Chu Yi seemed to suddenly realize the reason for his appearance, she licked her dry lips, "Maybe it's the suitor."

At that moment, Chu Yi felt that if her eyes could breathe fire, two clusters of fire would burst out from Zong Yanqi's dark and deep pupils, drying her up.

"The suitor? How did you agree to me in Gongzhou?" He didn't notice the aggrieved look at the moment, he really looked like a little wife who was abandoned by a profligate husband.

Chuy thought about the scene not long ago.

"You don't need to slow down, I will run and catch up with you."

"But before that, can you save me a seat."

The heart was suddenly baked by a warm flame, very warm and very hot.

She pretended to be calm, "Remember."

"Do you still dare to say that you remember? Reserve a seat for me, and the flowers sent by other people will dare to be displayed in the company!" He widened his eyes and squeezed the steering wheel tightly.

The curvature of Chu Yi's mouth could not be suppressed, she propped her chin and tilted her head to look at him, "Zong Yanzu, can I say, are you jealous now?"

"I..." He paused, his heart heaving with depression, and then he stared seriously at Chu Yi's beautiful eyes, "Yes! I'm jealous!"

At that moment, Chu Yi felt that something exploded in her mind.

Then, the handsome face in front of him was infinitely enlarged and suppressed.

Chu Yi subconsciously hid back, but he clamped her jaw.

The slightly cool lips kissed, she suddenly turned her head away, and the kiss landed on the cheek.

His body leaning forward was a little stiff, even if he kissed her cheek, he didn't give up. He turned her face and kissed her lips.

Chu Yi's heart was beating violently, and she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

That kiss, without hesitation, landed on her knuckles.

Very soft and very hot.

It's hot to the heart.

Then Zong Yanzhu heard the sound of the door opening and the little woman's smiling voice poured into his ears together.

"You are still a suitor, who asked you to kiss me."

After finishing speaking, he hurried into the hotel.

Until that voice disappeared from sight, he tugged at his collar and smiled helplessly.

He seemed to have dug a hole for himself.