Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

"What do you think?"

A pair of beautiful hands waved before Shen Qingwei's eyes.

When Shen Qingwei came back to her senses, she saw Zhao Xingyue looking at her.

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

"Forum account?" Zhao Xingyue raised an eyebrow, "What forum?"

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

Zhao Xingyue raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing what she said, but she didn't ask, but said: "Today's Christmas Eve, do you have any plans?"

Shen Qingwei: "..." Christmas Eve?

Seeing her confused face, Zhao Xingyue knew that she probably had no idea about this festival.

She leaned on the back of the chair and raised one of her legs, "For example, for a date or something, I can allow you not to come back tonight."

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

She stood up from the chair with a swipe, and defended as if she had been wronged: "I... I don't have a boyfriend, and I won't go out for the night..."

puff-

"They're all adults, why are you so shy." Zhao Xingyue said helplessly, "Okay, okay, don't stay 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 24 years old..." Zhao Xingyue said, "Have you considered finding a boyfriend or something?"

After finding a boyfriend, getting married and having children, the fate is basically settled, and there shouldn't be any major problems.

The struggle on the Zhou family's side has reached a fever pitch. The new illegitimate son and Zhou Yongjia are having a hard time tearing each other up. I don't want to argue with Zhao Xingyue.

Not to mention Shen Qingwei's affairs.

Unexpectedly, just after she finished speaking, the girl sitting across from her suddenly fell silent.

The blush on her face faded too quickly, so that under the bright light, she appeared pale.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, and deliberately said to her in the tone of her playful smile in front of Zhao Xingyue: "I am not always following Mr. Zhao as your weathervane? You are still fighting for your career and not thinking about your family. How can I hold you back?" The hind legs are in love, aren't they?"

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

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

Her fair little face was dyed crimson again.

"Okay... okay."

……

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

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

"Qingwei, happy Christmas Eve."

A familiar colleague stuffed her with an apple, Shen Qingwei caught it in a hurry, and said embarrassingly: "I even forgot to buy an apple..."

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

"Christmas Eve tonight, do you have any plans?"

"What's the plan for the single dog, of course it's a wanderer—"

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

The atmosphere in the office became lively because of Christmas Eve. Apart from the sound of typing, there was a bit more anticipation for the festival in the space.

Shen Qingwei sat at her desk, listening to the discussion, but couldn't help thinking of the conversation at the breakfast table.

——It seems that you are going to be single with me for the rest of your life.

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

Secret joy is like bubbles in boiling water, popping up one after another.

She couldn't say what the feeling was, but all her emotions were mobilized for it.It was 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, "Today is the holiday, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

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

Shen Qingwei was startled, her hands trembled, and her phone almost fell into the trash can.

The word date is like a paintbrush, dyeing red paint on her cheeks, all the way to her ears.

For some reason, she didn't deny it.

The colleague smiled ambiguously and didn't ask any more questions.

In the next second, Shen Qingwei's phone vibrated.

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

"I have an appointment tonight, you can eat by yourself."

"Oh."

fraud.

Shen Qingwei thought, if you agreed to be single for the rest of your life, if you agreed to go together, whoever gets out of the single first is the dog, but you only made a promise in the morning and then abandoned it in the afternoon.

Pooh.

She is not angry anymore.

Shen Qingwei wiped her eyes fiercely, wiping away the two or three tears that gushed out from her sore nose.

She is not sad at all, yes, not sad, tonight she wants to buy a big meal, to reward herself well, after a year of hard work, she ate all of it, and did not leave a morsel to Zhao Xingyue.

What's going on here?

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xingyue noticed Shen Qingwei's abnormality immediately.

But after looking at the bustling office, she felt as if she had guessed the reason for Shen Qingwei's depression.

Zhao's is in line with international standards. Christmas will be a day off. The whole company has been caught in a kind of festive carnival since the morning. Everyone is discussing their own holiday arrangements enthusiastically, with friends and relatives .

What does Shen Qingwei have?

In such a festival that should be spent with her lover or relatives, all her relatives have passed away, there is no lover, and there is excitement around her, and she is the only one who belongs to loneliness.

Just like Zhao Xingyue.

The laughter and excitement belong to others, they have nothing.

……

Zhao Xingyue had something to do, so Shen Qingwei couldn't take her car home anymore.

Home……

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

She felt more secure in that place than in her own home.

Because there was Zhao Xingyue there, the one who pulled himself out of the mud and didn't dislike her filth.

Her original home has become a cage of memories. Every time she goes back, the beautiful memories of this home weigh on her heart like a stone, making her breathless.

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 winter in the south, the cold is a magical attack with its own BUFF. No matter how thick you wear it, you can't get the chill and dampness that seeps into your bones.

The street is very lively, decorated with lights and festoons everywhere, dressed in red and green, there is a beautiful Christmas tree in front of the shop, with colored lights and gift boxes hanging on it, a couple wearing the same glove walked past Shen Qingwei with a smile, There is a festive atmosphere all around.

Shen Qingwei took a deep breath into her hands, glanced at the signboard of the Zhao Group, put on her hat, walked through the lively crowd, and walked towards the subway station.

The familiar one-hour drive without checking the navigation, even after more than a month, she still remembers which station she should get off at.

After leaving the platform, the surrounding scene made her feel strange for a moment.

But it turned out that more than a month ago, the steel construction site near the subway was still surrounded by green nets, and now it has been built into a beautiful community, with towering elevator apartments going straight to the sky.

The tradition and petiteness of the old-fashioned community where Shen Qingwei's family is located are even more in line.

It looks like an elderly man, with a stooped body in this city, which looks a bit out of place.

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

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 tried her best to make herself forget the grief of losing her mother-and she did.

Busy work, blows from friends, and pressure from different directions made her quickly get 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 realized that her heart was empty.

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

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

"Go to bed early, don't play with mobile phones, do you hear me?"

"Mom, I have no other requirements for you, I just hope that you can live well."

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

Who is not Shen's mother?

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

Then closed his eyes.

In the restaurant, Zhao Xingyue sat opposite a tall man.

"Mr. Zhao, is there anything else?"

After Zhao Xingyue raised his watch for the third time to check the time, Zhou Yongqi took the initiative to ask, "If Mr. Zhao has something to do, please feel free to do so. We don't need to pay so much attention to politeness."

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

"It was a pleasure talking with Mr. Zhou, and I look forward to your future cooperation."

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

Zhao Xingyue and Zhou Yongqi will meet at this place, and they will talk about Zhou's affairs.

Neither of them are romantic people. 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 family has reached a fever pitch.

With Zhao Xingyue's help, Zhou Yongqi was almost doomed to 100% win.

The two met this time to discuss the division after success.

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

Zhao Xingyue is not greedy, and Zhou Yongqi wanted the Zhou family purely for revenge, so although the two of them are businessmen who count pennies and pennies, they talked about this matter unexpectedly smoothly.

There should be another meal, but Zhao Xingyue looked at his watch three times in a row, which made Zhou Yongqi feel that now is not the time to hold a celebration banquet.

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

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

In the narrowed view from the corner of her eyes, the woman holding the black and white photo is curling up on the petite fabric sofa with tears on her face.