This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Sang Fan is really too tall, and Sang Fan has to stand on his toes to touch his hair more conveniently.

She originally wanted to comfort her without any ambiguity, but Sang Fan froze completely.

No one dared to touch his head, which is no different from plucking hair from a tiger's head.

Sang Fan's temperament is actually quite withdrawn in one aspect, he doesn't even have a few close friends around him, and he has never been so close to anyone.

The moment Shen Yue approached him, her warm breath brushed against his chin, and a tingling feeling flowed through his whole body in an instant. The swelling heat in his heart strangely calmed down all the anxious elements in his body.

The milk tea in her hand is still warm, and it is not very comfortable to hold it in her hand in the summer. This is Shen Yue's habit. She is strictly controlled in terms of diet, and the milk tea she drinks is basically at room temperature, causing her When buying milk tea at that time, I subconsciously ordered two cups of normal temperature milk tea, but I didn't know how tortured it was in summer and normal temperature milk tea.

The sweetness spread in the mouth didn't seem so unbearable anymore, it was sweet on the tip of the heart.

In the uncontrollable heartbeat, Sang Fan avoided the hand almost in a panic, lowered his head abruptly, and took two mouthfuls of milk tea.

Shen Yue withdrew her hand naturally, and smiled softly twice.

After Sang Fan finished drinking the strawberry mochi, Shen Yue said seriously: "Okay, now our next task is to clean up the house."

Turning her head and looking around, Shen Yue couldn't help but sighed, "Do you know what you look like?"

Sang Fan asked curiously, "What does it look like?"

Shen Yue looked into his eyes, "Like a erha who demolishes the house when the owner is not at home."

"..."

What a fucking image.

After tidying up the guest room, Shen Yue was sweating from exhaustion, thinking about going to the room to take a shower first, but when she entered the guest room, seeing the scene inside, Shen Yue's pupils shrank.

The neatly folded quilt before leaving was now in a mess and turned into a nest-like shape. Those who didn't know thought it was nested by some wild beast.

"Sang Fan."

Sang Fan was so guilty that he didn't dare to say anything.

"It's not a good habit."

I can not hold it in.

"Hey." The young man seemed helpless, and sighed softly, "This is not allowed in the future."

But I really can't help it, unless you don't want to go out to work.

"You can talk to me about any problems you have, but you can't destroy things like this in the future, and you can't sleep comfortably on my bed, you know?"

I know, I know, just be careful in the future.

Shen Yue didn't know what was going on in the man's mind, she thought the man had listened to what he said, and tidied up the room without complaint.

That night, Sang Fan finally got to sleep on Shen Yue's bed.

The bed was big, there was a pillow between the two of them, and each of them was covered with a quilt. In the darkness, Sang Fan could hear the girl's light breathing.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and couldn't help moving.

"What's wrong?" The girl's sleepy voice rang out in the silence, soft and sticky, as if coquettish, "Can't sleep?"

Sang Fan's ears were numb, and he gave a low hum.

Then the next moment, Shen Yue held his hand lightly, as if coaxing a child, and patted the back of his hand to comfort him, "Sleep, sleep..."

Sang Fan faced Shen Yue, and quickly fell asleep under the girl's gentle touch.

-

The flow of people in the flower shop in a day is not much, and not many people come to buy flowers. Shen Yue's main task is to arrange flowers and pack bouquets.

"Hello, bring me a bouquet of eustoma." A gentleman wearing glasses walked in and asked for a bouquet of eustoma as usual.

Shen Yue said yes, and lowered her head to pack.

This man would come here almost every day, and he always wanted the same bouquet of flowers, which was eustoma.

The flower color of eustoma is fresh and refined, the tip of the petals is light purple, and it becomes richer as it goes down, until it turns white, elegant and chic.

Shen Yue's packing action was a bit slow, but the man didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he would wait quietly by the side every time, and would not rush.

After packing, Shen Yue handed over the flowers, and the man took out a red ticket, very generously, "You don't need to look for it."

Shen Yue is not greedy for cheap, "Sir, we have some change here..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man just waved his hand and left. Shen Yue didn't take the red ticket to chase after him, and it didn't matter if he didn't chase after him.

The man entered the Bentley parked not far away with a bunch of light purple eustomas in his arms.

He handed the bouquet to the man sitting in the back.

In the half-light and half-dark carriage, Jiang Bainian's long legs were easily crossed, and he held in his arms a lisianthus that was incompatible with the rigorous and high-end clothes on his body.

He lowered his head and sniffed gently, his eyes lowered, showing no emotion.

The man hesitated for a while, but still expressed his doubts, "Mr. Jiang, if you are really worried about Miss Shen, why don't you take Miss Shen back."

There is no need to be so troublesome, every day whether you are going to or from get off work, you have to stay at the door of the flower shop for an hour. This job in the flower shop is also specially arranged by Jiang Bainian. Jiang Bainian is very busy, so he needs to squeeze out two hours.

In the dimly lit rear compartment, Jiang Bainian's facial features are almost integrated with the darkness, revealing a bit of darkness and alienation in such a closed environment.

There are no ups and downs in the tone, but it's not hard to hear the doting and helplessness hidden in the tone, "I've been making trouble recently, and the anger hasn't subsided yet, so let her play outside."

Special assistant Ye has not been with Jiang Bainian for a long time, and now he has truly seen the true emotions of this old fox who always wears sheep's clothing in the eyes of outsiders.

It seems that the rumors are true, Mr. Jiang really treats Miss Shen as if he spoils his heart.

He didn't like the overly delicate and beautiful face of the girl in his mind. At first glance, it seemed that she was spoiled and spoiled, and she was used to it. The temperament of that body was not what ordinary people should have.

-

Shen Yue got off work early today, and Sang Fan was also at home, so the two of them planned to go out to eat. It was mainly proposed by Shen Yue because she had a little money in her hand. After all, this was the first time in her life that she had earned a small amount of money with her own hands. , Of course, we have to celebrate with our best friends.

That's right, within half a month, Sang Fan has been promoted to the position of a friend in Shen Yue's heart.

Shen Yue waved her big hand, patted her small chest, and said very proudly, "I'm treating you today!"

She booked a popular restaurant on her mobile phone. When she just passed by, she didn't have to wait long, and the waiter at the front desk just reported their table number.

The addition may be later, but there will definitely be one, don’t worry~