Rescue Little White Flower

"What do you think?"

A pair of beautiful hands shook in front of Shen Qingwei's eyes.

Shen Qingwei recovered and saw Zhao Xingyue looking at her.

Facing those beautiful eyes, she subconsciously said, "I'm thinking about your forum account."

"Forum account?" Zhao Xingyue raised her eyebrows, "What forum?"

Realizing that she had missed her mouth, Shen Qingwei immediately closed her mouth, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

Zhao Xingyue raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing her, but she didn't ask, but said, "Do you have any plans for Christmas Eve today?"

Shen Qingwei: "..." Christmas Eve?

Seeing her look confused, Zhao Xingyue knew that she had no idea about this holiday.

She leaned back in the chair and raised her legs. "For example, you can allow you not to come back tonight."

Realizing the meaning of her words, Shen Qingwei's face flushed.

She swiped and got up from the chair, as if she had been wronged by something, she said, "I...I don't have a boyfriend, and I won't go out to spend the night..."

Puff—

"I'm all grown-ups, why are you so shy." Zhao Xingyue said helplessly, "It's alright, don't stay overnight or overnight, sit down and talk, don't be so nervous."

The blush on Shen Qingwei's face gradually faded.

"If I remember correctly, you should be almost twenty-four years old..." Zhao Xingyue said, "Have you considered finding a boyfriend or something?"

After I found a boyfriend, got married and had children, my fate was basically set, and there shouldn't be any major problems.

The struggle on the Zhou family’s side has entered a white-hot, the new illegitimate son and Zhou Yongjia are torn apart, Zhao Xingyue occasionally intervenes, disgusting and sick to Zhou Yongjia, making him tired of dealing with the problems and things that continue to appear in front of him. Not thinking about arguing with Zhao Xingyue.

Not to mention Shen Qingwei.

Unexpectedly, when she had just finished speaking, the girl sitting opposite suddenly fell silent.

The blush on her face faded so fast that she appeared pale in bright light.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, and deliberately said to her with her hippy smile in front of Zhao Xingyue: "Am I not always following Mr. Zhao as a weather vane? You are still fighting for your career without considering your family. How can I drag you? Isn't the hind legs indulging in love?"

"Oh, then you are miserable," Zhao Xingyue took a sip of porridge slowly, "I don't think I will get married in this life. It seems that you are going to be single with me for the rest of my life."

The porridge was a little hot, she lowered her eyes and blew gently, so that she missed Shen Qingwei's bright eyes.

Her little white face was stained with crimson again.

"Okay... OK."

…

Until sitting in the office, Shen Qingwei felt that her heart was still beating wildly.

She covered her chest, as if something was about to come out of it.

"Qingwei, happy Christmas Eve."

A close colleague stuffed her with an apple, and Shen Qingwei hurriedly caught it, embarrassedly said: "I forgot to buy an apple..."

The colleague smiled, "I was also given by someone else, so I gave it to you."

"On Christmas Eve tonight, are there any plans?"

"What's the plan for a single dog? Of course it's a wave of waves—"

"My Xiao Song has set a spot in the restaurant, and in the afternoon I took time off to do styling."

The atmosphere of the office has become lively because of Christmas Eve. In addition to the ticking typing, there is a little more expectation of the holiday in the space.

Shen Qingwei was sitting at her desk, listening to the discussion of the crowd, what she couldn't help thinking of was a conversation at the breakfast table.

—It seems that you are going to be single with me forever.

Zhao Xingyue definitely didn't know. When she said this, her heart was hit hard as if she had been shot by something.

The chuckles are like bubbles in boiling water, rising one by one.

She could not tell what this feeling was, but all her emotions were mobilized for this feeling. For the first time, she secretly did her own private affairs during working hours. She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Zhao Xingyue, "What do you want to eat for the holidays today? I'll buy it."

The colleague who picked up the coffee patted her on the shoulder, "How about a date?"

Shen Qingwei was startled, her hand shook, and the phone almost fell into the trash can.

The word date is like a paintbrush, dyeing her cheeks with red paint until it reaches the base of her ears.

For some reason, she did not deny it.

The colleague smiled ambiguously and didn't ask much.

The next second, Shen Qingwei's mobile phone shook.

She looked down, and the temperature on her face dropped suddenly.

"You have an appointment tonight, you can eat yourself."

"Oh."

fraud.

Shen Qingwei thought, if you want to be single for a lifetime, and if you want to go together, whoever is the dog first, you only promised in the morning and then turned your back in the afternoon.

Pooh.

She is not angry anymore.

Shen Qingwei wiped her eyes fiercely and wiped off the two or three drops of tears that flowed out from the sore nose.

She is not sad at all, yes, not sad, tonight she is going to buy a big meal to treat herself well. After a year of hard work, she ate all of it and did not leave Zhao Xingyue a bite of her meal.

What's wrong?

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xingyue noticed Shen Qingwei's abnormality for the first time.

But after seeing the lively office, she felt as if she had guessed the reason for Shen Qingwei's depression.

The Zhao family is in line with international standards, and Christmas will take a day off. From the beginning of the morning, the entire company has been caught in a festive carnival. Everyone is discussing their holiday arrangements, with friends and relatives. .

What does Shen Qingwei have?

In such a festival that should have been spent with a lover or relatives, all of her relatives passed away. There was no lover, and there was a lot of excitement around her, and she was alone.

Just like Zhao Xingyue.

The laughter and excitement are other people's, they have nothing.

…

When Zhao Xingyue has something to do, Shen Qingwei naturally can't take her car home again.

Family…

Well, even though she has only lived for a month, Shen Qingwei has already called the house where Zhao Xingyue lived.

In that place, she feels more secure than in her own home.

Because there was Zhao Xingyue there, and there was someone who pulled herself out of the mud and didn't dislike her all over her dirty.

Her original home became a memory cage, and every time she went back, the beautiful memories carried in this home were like a stone that weighed on her heart, and she couldn't breathe.

But Zhao Xingyue's home represents her light and future.

As soon as she left the company, the oncoming chill made her shrink her neck.

In the southern winter, the cold is a magic attack with its own BUFF. No matter how thick it is, the chill and moisture can't penetrate into the bones.

The street is very lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, wearing red and green. There are beautiful Christmas trees in front of the shop with lanterns and gift boxes. Couples wearing the same gloves walk past Shen Qingwei with a smile. The atmosphere is full of festivals all around.

Shen Qingwei breathed a sigh of enthusiasm in her hand, glanced at the Zhao Group's signboard, put on her hat, walked through the lively crowd, and walked towards the subway station.

She was familiar with the car for more than an hour without checking the navigation. Even after more than a month, she still remembered which station she should get off at.

When she got out of the platform, the surrounding scene made her strange for a moment.

But it turned out that more than a month ago, there was still a steel-reinforced construction site surrounded by green nets near the subway. Now it has been built into a beautiful community, with towering elevators and apartments flying straight into the sky.

The tradition and petiteness of the old-fashioned community where Shen Qingwei's family is located is increasingly set.

It looks like an elderly man, in this city, crouching on his body, it seems a little out of place.

The room that has been deposited for more than a month has already been covered with a layer of light gray, and the smell in the air is not too good.

Returning to the home where she had been away for many days, Shen Qingwei was familiar, but unfamiliar, feeling at a loss. For more than a month, she has tried her best to make herself forget the sadness of losing her mother-she did.

Busy work, blows from friends, and pressure from different directions made her quickly walk out of the pain of losing a loved one and face a more painful life.

But sitting in a familiar home and suddenly relaxing, she found that her heart was empty.

She closed her eyes, as if she could still hear what her mother was saying in her ear.

"Qingwei, come, taste what I brought you."

"Go to bed early and don't play with mobile phones. Did you hear me?"

"Mom, I don't have any other requirements for you, I just hope you can have a good life."

Shen Qingwei opened the drawer, and the smiling woman in the black and white photo slowly revealed her full face.

Who is Shen's mother?

She took out the photo and hugged it in her arms.

Then closed his eyes.

In the dining room, Zhao Xingyue sat opposite a tall man.

"Ms. Zhao still has things?"

After Zhao Xingyue raised her watch to check the time for the third time, Zhou Yongqi asked, "If Zhao always has something to do, please feel free to please. We don't need to pay attention to so many false gifts between us."

Zhao Xingyue stood up, and the waiter beside her immediately unfolded her coat with interest and helped her put it on.

"The conversation with Mr. Zhou was very pleasant, and I look forward to your future cooperation."

The title of Mr. Zhou seemed to please Zhou Yongqi. He laughed, his eyes narrowed like a fox, "Of course, Mr. Zhao, be careful on the road."

Zhao Xingyue and Zhou Yongqi will meet here, and they will talk about Zhou's affairs.

Neither of them is in the mood for love. For them, Christmas Eve and Christmas are no different from Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

The battle between Zhou Yongqi and Zhou Yongjia in the Zhou clan has entered a fever pitch.

With the help of Zhao Xingyue, Zhou Yongqi is almost destined to win 100%.

This time the two met, they discussed the issue of carve-up after success.

Yes, the two foxes have not completely drawn the food into their mouths, they are already discussing the problem of fat and thin division.

Zhao Xingyue is not greedy, Zhou Yongqi wants Zhou's pure revenge, so although both of them are businessmen who must compare themselves with each other, their discussions about this matter are unexpectedly smooth.

There should have been another meal, but Zhao Xingyue's behavior of looking at her watch three times in a row made Zhou Yongqi feel that it was not time for a celebration banquet.

When Zhao Xingyue left the restaurant, it was getting late.

She didn't take the driver. She drove the car by herself. After positioning the navigation, she drove directly in the direction of Shen's house.

In the narrow view of her eyes, the woman holding the black-and-white photo is curled up on the petite fabric sofa, her face covered with tears.