Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Who has no eyes...

Hiss, that's not right, which wild man has eyes as good as his, and actually fell in love with his little crying bag!

Wei Zheng was very depressed, the more he looked at the flower, the more he felt it was an eyesore!

want to throw it away! ! !

But can not throw.

Because the little crying bag looks very happy.

So Wei Zheng was even more depressed.

And when Wei Zheng knew that it was Xiaokui Baotou and received the flowers from others, the sourness that was already bubbling immediately boiled over!

It was the first time she received flowers from a man, but that man was not him!

"Do the guards like roses too?"

Seeing him frequently looking at the flowers on the table, Gu Ruojiao asked curiously.

Wei Zheng took a big bite of a piece of meat and muttered, "I don't like it."

He hates roses! ! !

Gu Ruojiao rolled her eyes thoughtfully: "I thought you liked it, I've been watching it all night."

Heh, he watched it all night because he was thinking about how to throw away the flowers without anyone noticing.

It's a pity that the vases that hold the flowers are made of plastic, otherwise they could pretend that the vases are broken.

hateful! ! !

Wei Zheng drank the vinegar all night, and the sour smell almost marinated him.

Until the well-washed Gu Ruojiao nestled into his arms, the jealousy was immediately dispelled by the beauty in her heart.

He was satisfied immediately.

It was only at this time that Wei Zheng finally came up with an old saying, "Death under a peony flower is a romantic way to be a ghost", and he feels the same way now.

So in the following days, Gu Ruojiao always felt that Wei Zheng looked at her as if he was staring at a piece of snowflake meat that was being roasted.

Those eyes were glowing green, and his legs felt weak after looking at them for a while.

Especially at night, he was always very energetic, and would secretly rub against her, making Gu Ruojiao ashamed several times.

But he behaved very naturally and normally, Gu Ruojiao couldn't even pretend to be puzzled.

Once, when she was drowsy and about to fall asleep, she seemed to hear him sticking close to her ear, saying that since he hugged her, he would be responsible for her.

But Wei Zheng was really thinking about that bouquet of roses.

I always make insinuations about who the person who delivered the flowers was. Once I passed by a flower shop after a mission, and I went back to the police station by myself.

But apart from chrysanthemums he only knew roses.

The flower shop owner smiled when he saw this: "Want to give a girlfriend?"

Wei Zheng scratched his cheek embarrassingly: "Actually not."

The owner of the florist enthusiastically introduced the varieties and language of flowers with an understanding face.

But Wei Zheng's eyes still fell on the rose from time to time.

Seeing this, the owner of the florist changed his words: "But girls still like roses the most, especially if they are given by someone they like, they will be happier."

Then he said: "My roses are freshly shipped from Yunnan, and you can smell the fragrance without getting close. If you want to send roses, you have to give the best ones, so as to show your heart."

When Wei Zheng heard it, it made sense!

With a big wave of his hand: "I want the biggest bunch!"

The owner of the florist was about to smile: "Your girlfriend is so lucky to have such a generous boyfriend like you."

When Gu Ruojiao returned home, she found a large bouquet of delicate roses standing on the porch.

Some of them have not yet bloomed, and the beautiful petals wrap themselves tightly.

But fragrant.

Wei Zheng chose this on purpose, because those cute flower buds reminded him of a shy little crying bag.

Such a large bouquet of flowers was placed in the porch, so I knew Wei Zheng bought it.

It's just that there is no business card on it, and I don't know who it is for.

Gu Ruojiao picked up the rose from the ground with a smile on her face, lowered her head and sniffed it.

The faint scent of roses wafted into Gu Ruojiao's heart all the way.

She deliberately didn't ask Wei Zheng whose rose it was, but put it on the dining table.

Then fill it with water and nourish it.

When Wei Zheng came back from get off work the next day, he saw a bouquet of roses as big as himself being pitifully and lonely placed on the dining table.

Like garbage ready to be taken out and thrown away.

But that bouquet of roses, which is an eyesore, is still inserted in the plastic bottle!

angry! ! !