Look good

When thinking of Xue Mei Niang, he naturally thought of the bouquet that Wen Changze entrusted him to deliver during the day.

Qiao Xing lost all sleepiness for a moment, wishing he could jump up and go back to the room on the spot, but Wen Changrong next to him was breathing heavily. The man had just fallen asleep, and Qiao Xing dared not wake Wen Changrong up and said that he was going back to the room to deliver flowers eat dessert.

So, Qiao Xing could only anxiously open his eyes and stare at the ceiling all night.

……

At 05:30 in the morning, the alarm clock rang.

The most annoying voice on weekdays was now heard by Qiao Xing like the sound of nature. The moment the alarm rang, he got up at the fastest speed in his life.

Wen Changrong's finger had just landed on the switch of the alarm clock, and it was a little inexplicable to see him get up so actively.

The man frowned slightly, with a tired look on his face: "What are you doing today...?"

"I..." Qiao Xing made up a random one: "It's difficult for me to fall asleep, and I haven't fallen asleep since I was woken up last night."

Wen Changrong turned his head and glanced at him, seeing that his eyes were bloodshot, as if he didn't seem to be telling a lie, so he didn't investigate further, turned around and got up to take a shower.

Of course, Qiao Xing got up too, but Wen Changrong's bedroom didn't have any of his toiletries, so he just rinsed his mouth with clean water and washed his face, and then kept busy handing Wen Changrong a razor and facial cleanser milk……

Qiao Xing, as a three-good lover, it has long been common to wait for the benefactor to wake up. Wen Changrong naturally took the things in his hands, but when he was picking up the razor, he caught sight of his red eyes and said something : "Go back to sleep, it's too early today, I have a public meeting, I need to stay a little longer, you don't need to be with me."

"No need." Qiao Xing shook his head without thinking, "I'll wash up with you before going back to sleep."

Wen Changrong glanced at him through the mirror and said nothing.

After the man shaved his beard, Qiao Xing quickly handed over the aftershave water, adjusted the water temperature, and arranged the facial cleanser...

Hurry up, hurry up.

Qiao Xing was calm on the surface, but his heart was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Xue Mei Niang didn't wait for anyone, and he didn't know if his flowers were dry or not, and whether they could still be sent out.

If the boss doesn't leave, he can't leave either!

……

With the help of Qiao Xing, the cleaning project that originally took 10 minutes was completed in 15 minutes.

After tidying up, Wen Changrong stood in front of the mirror and buttoned his shirt slowly and methodically.

Qiao Xing stood aside so anxious to vomit blood.

There are so many buttons on this shirt, and Wen Changrong buttoned it so slowly, I don't know how long it will take to button it.

"Qiao Xing." As if hearing his inner voice, Wen Changrong called him, "Come and help me button my clothes."

"Oh!"

Someone brought water when he was really thirsty. Qiao Xing stepped in front of the man, squatted down and buttoned his shirt.

In just two seconds, Qiao Xing had already fastened most of the buttons, and Wen Changrong straightened his collar, and said in a nonchalant way:

"Qiao Xing, what are you rushing to do today?"

"..." Unexpectedly, Wen Changrong would ask such a question suddenly, Qiao Xing paused, and slowed down a bit: "...I'm not in a hurry."

"The delivery of the toothbrush just now almost pissed me off." Wen Changrong glanced down at him: "Also, all the buttons are buttoned wrong."

"..." Qiao Xing stopped his movements in an instant. He looked down the buttons of his clothes in embarrassment, only to realize that he had buttoned the first button by mistake.

"Okay, let's talk, what are you going to do in a hurry?"

"..."

Wen Changrong's finger landed on the pinna of his ear, and gently lifted it up, "I'll give you three seconds, three, two..."

"..." Qiao Xing's nose was covered with cold sweat, and when the man tightened his fingers, he suddenly had an idea: "I'm afraid of meeting the second young master."

Wen Changrong frowned and lowered his head to look at him.

Qiao Xing raised his head, and said bluntly, "You guys reconciled yesterday, the second young master should be back soon, if we meet...it's not good."

"..." Hearing what he said, Wen Changrong's brows furrowed even more, the man's gaze stayed on his face for a few seconds, and finally he let go. "Let's go now."

"Oh!" Qiao Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned around: "Goodbye, sir!"

"Ah."

Qiao Xing walked out in a hurry, and rushed to the first floor in less than half a minute.

He quickly opened the door - and made eye contact with Shen Qinlan outside the door.

Lies will be punished.

This is retribution.

Qiao Xing was so scared that he almost died suddenly on the spot, but fortunately, the thick skin he had cultivated for so long was not in vain.

He quickly came up with a reason: "The money for the song that Mr. bought before has not arrived in the account, so I came here to ask."

Shen Qinlan didn't speak, his eyes only fell on his clothes.

Qiao Xing was still wearing the gray-blue shirt from yesterday - Wen Changrong's high school clothes.

Not really.

Qiao Xing thought, although Wen and Chen had known each other in high school and were alumni, Wen Changrong had already returned to Wen's family to live at that time, and his clothes and pants could be replaced with new ones in a month. Shen Qinlan still remembers such a small ragged shirt ?

But Shen Qinlan still remembered.

The young man's eyes were fixed on Qiao Xing's shirt, and his eyes were about to poke holes in it. The terror in his eyes made Qiao Xing suspect that Shen Qinlan would kill him here soon.

"Get out." Shen Qinlan didn't do anything, just closed his eyes forcefully, and said, "You still have a week, Qiao Xing."

"I am the most, I will only endure you for a week."

"...Okay, okay." Shen Qinlan's surroundings were too terrifying at the moment, Qiao Xing ran away without saying a word.

But when he passed by Shen Qinlan's side, he smelled a sweet fragrance.

The scent was so familiar, but Qiao Xing couldn't remember where he smelled it for a while, he just remembered that Wen Changrong said yesterday that Shen Qinlan's villa on East Road would not be able to come back.

A villa on East Road?

What's on the East Road?

Qiao Xing thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered that Shen Qinlan was straight back then, and had a first love girlfriend, but later they broke up because of conflicts, and that first love girlfriend became Shen Qinlan's "confidante", and the house of this confidante was also on East Road. .

Why is the ex-girlfriend called a confidante?Because the two still keep in touch after breaking up, even if Shen Qinlan and Wen Changrong are together later, whenever there is a violent quarrel between the two, Shen Qinlan will go to the ex-girlfriend's house to sit down, saying that they want to 'talk about things'.

Qiao Xing didn't know if he was really talking about his heart, but he only knew that every time Wen Changrong heard that Shen Qinlan was going to the East Road, he would be furious.

Oh yeah.

Is it a two-way cheating?

After all these years, it is still so exciting.

……

Qiao Xing's small thoughts of gossip were a little satisfied, so he squeezed his collar and ran quickly to his dilapidated small building.

Xue Mei Niang!he came!

……

When I ran to the small broken house, the lunch box and bouquet were still placed on the table.

Qiao Xing rushed over and opened the lunch box, and saw that there were a little melted cream stains on the lower ends of the two plump Xuemei Niangs, and the skin that should be clear and waxy seemed to be dehydrated and generally hard.

He picked it up and took a bite...the skin was really hard and dry.

The cream inside has already melted a lot, and it is greasy in the mouth. Only the little bit in the middle that has not melted can still taste the sweet fragrance that the original cream should have.

Qiao Xing is really... angry.

At that time, he should have grabbed the lunch box and walked with him when he went out, eating the two white fat guys in the car.

It's useless to say anything now, Qiao Xing ate another Xue Mei Niang, and then looked at the bouquet on the table.

Not surprisingly, the delicate flowers have already lost their original color and brilliance after a night of torment. In addition, due to the dry climate in autumn, the edges of many flowers have begun to dry up.

There is no way to send it out.

Wen Chang told him that he messed up what he did.

Qiao Xing's heart was ashamed.

Since it went wrong and there is no way to remedy it, it is natural to tell the person concerned to admit his mistake.

Qiao Xing took out his phone and looked at the familiar number, feeling a little downcast.

He had tried to find a reason to call this number countless times, but he didn't expect that now he had a reason to call, but it was because of a mess.

This was the first thing Wen Chang told him to do, and it was such a small thing, so Wen Chang gave him a dessert he made himself...

Ugh.

Not alive anymore.

Listening to the monotonous signal communication, Qiao Xing was ready to admit his mistakes.

The phone rang for a while before it was connected, only a hoarse male voice came from the other side.

"Hello."

"Wen...Master Wen..." Qiao Xing said hello in a stuttering manner, and then admitted his mistake in a brisk manner: "I'm really sorry, I didn't send the flowers you asked me to send yesterday because I was called away temporarily. work..."

"……flower?"

Wen Chang over there didn't seem to remember what it was for a moment.

The man's voice was somewhat hoarse and bewildered. Qiao Xing glanced at the wall clock on the wall pointing at 6:00, and suddenly realized:

"Did I disturb your sleep?" The more anxious you are, the more you do something wrong, Qiao Xing wanted to die: "I'm really sorry!"

"Ah." After Qiao Xing's surprise, Wen Chang seemed to have woken up.

Wen Chang chuckled over there and said, "It's okay, I'm going to get up soon too."

Qiao Xing didn't believe that anyone would wake up so early without incident: "...I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Wen Changze asked him in a gentle voice: "You just said that the flowers were not sent out, did you?"

"Well... I'm really sorry, I was temporarily arrested and sent to work yesterday, and the garden in the south suddenly said that it was going to be renovated... I worked all night..."

"That's it." Wen Chang didn't mean to blame at all, just said: "It's okay, it's not a very important thing."

"I... Otherwise, give me another one, and I'll deliver it today? I promise there will be no delay today."

"It's okay, Uncle Chen has time today, let Uncle Chen deliver it."

"Oh..." Qiao Xing thought, but Wen Chang must have been disappointed in him.

After a pause, Wen Chang asked him, "Is Xue Mei Niang delicious?"

"... delicious!" Qiao Xing's voice was loud.

"Well," Wen Chang smiled again: "It's good to eat."

"It's very delicious..." Qiao Xing felt that his literary talent in writing lyrics had disappeared, so he could only praise him dryly.

"Well, by the way, do you have to go to work at eight o'clock later?"

"I worked all night yesterday, it doesn't matter if I quit today." Qiao Xing didn't want to hang up the phone.

"I've worked all night, shouldn't I take a quick rest today to catch up on sleep?" Wen Chang said, "It's not good to rely on your youth to overdraw your body."

"It's okay, besides, I'm old..."

Wen Chang laughed: "Shouldn't you pay more attention to your body when you're old?"

"Uh..." Well, Qiao Xing chatted to death by himself.

"Okay, don't worry about flowers, you can catch up on sleep." After a pause, Wen Chang said again: "Come and have dinner with me when you have time."

"..."

Wen Chang invited him to dinner at home? !

A golden flower exploded in front of Qiao Xing's eyes.

He nodded frantically in a trance: "Okay, okay, I must go..."

After answering, his reason suddenly returned to the cage.

Wen Changze, an eldest young master, invited him, a servant, for a meal. He was obviously being polite!

What an embarrassingly rude answer.

Qiao Xing was about to bear the pain and say that he was joking just now, when he suddenly remembered that Shen Qinlan mentioned that he only had one week left.

He bit his lip, mustered up his courage and said, "Master..."

"Ok?"

"What you said just now...is it polite?"

Wen Chang didn't answer, but asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Actually, I submitted my resignation application yesterday," Qiao Xing began to compile: "I will leave the job in a week."

"so."

"The last time I saw you, I was very happy... I think you are a very nice person."

"..."

"So... can I have the honor to have a meal with you? I may not have a chance to see you again in the future, I know this is very abrupt, and my identity..."

"Of course." Wen Chang interrupted him softly: "I didn't mean to be polite just now, I really invited you."

"……Really?"

"Ah."

"……Thank you."