Short Stories Before Bedtime

Zhuang Ting is the owner of a flower shop. His flower shop has the best business in Liucheng, not only because of his complete range of flowers and elegant and beautiful decoration, but also because the owner of the flower shop is a person who can tell stories. Ordinary, but with a good voice, he can tell several versions of every flower story, either bleak or warm, and the audience is mesmerized.

However, this thriving flower shop has been closed for several days in a row. There is no story of the store manager, nor the warm smile of the store manager, which makes people who want to buy flowers feel very depressed.

In fact, what is the store manager doing? The store manager digs three feet at home to find his precious flower seeds. This flower seed is not an ordinary flower seed. It is a store opening gift given to him by his senior senior. Although it has not sprouted a single bud until now, he still keeps it on the balcony like a baby, uses the most expensive nutrients for it, and takes good care of it. Every day after work, he has to take a look at it before doing other things. However, when he came back from work the other day, it was gone.

gone!

Zhuang Ting thought it was blown downstairs by the wind, but it didn't.

Bedrooms, kitchens, living rooms, toilets, neighbors' houses...he searched everywhere he could find, but there were none.

Zhuang Ting felt that he was going crazy, and he couldn't live without it. The seed accompanied him through the most difficult time in his life, and it was another relative to him, although it couldn't speak or even germinate, just like a dead.

Zhuang Ting drank a lot of wine this evening.

For a seed that won't germinate.

No one would believe it, how ridiculous, but he just did it, drinking for the first time in his life, and getting very drunk.

In the dimness, he vaguely felt that someone was hugging him, and his slightly cold lips fell on his forehead, leaning close to his ear and saying in a sinking voice: "You don't know how to drink, and you drink so much, you are an idiot."

The embrace was very warm, and there was a faint fragrance of orchids lingering on the tip of the nose, Zhuang Ting thought, this is really a good dream.

Early the next morning, the hangover Zhuang Ting had a splitting headache. After a while, he remembered the beautiful dream of last night, showed a pale smile, lifted the quilt and got up, and was surprised to find that he had changed into pajamas and had no alcohol on him. smelly.

Zhuang Ting opened the bedroom door with some doubts, and the delicious aroma of vegetables rushed towards him, making his stomach growl after he hadn't eaten properly for a few days.

Mom is here?

Before Zhuang Ting entered the kitchen, a man came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of dishes.

He was wearing home clothes, which belonged to the Zhuang Ting. At the beginning, he was too big, so he threw them aside without touching them. Now he was wearing a man's body, and a large part of his ankles were exposed.

What shocked Zhuang Ting the most was not his overly bewitching face, but his ankle-length silver hair. The combination of ancient beauty and modern trend, but without any sense of disobedience, this shock even broke through the strangers. Fear of breaking into a home.

What's more, Zhuang Ting just stood there and stared at him because his appearance was too suitable for the little boss's aesthetics.

You Han was not in a hurry, and stood there with a smile in the corner of his eyes, allowing him to look at him.

"Who are you, why are you in my house." It took Zhuang Ting a long time to realize, while talking, he looked for things around him that could be used as weapons.

You Han didn't answer him, walked to the dining table gracefully and put down the dishes in his hands, ignored the tense Zhuang Ting, and said like a stroll in the courtyard: "Wake up, come over and eat breakfast when you wake up, such a big man I’m a person, and I don’t know how to take good care of myself.”

Hearing the words, Zhuang Ting panicked for no reason, and attributed it to fear. He ran to the bedroom, picked up a handmade knife, came out to face Youhan, controlled his trembling legs, and said, "I don't care who you are, leave now. My home, or I'll call the police."

Because my eyes were swollen from crying last night, and the corners of my eyes were red, like a little rabbit guarding a radish in a cage. I thought it was vicious, but in fact it was cute.

The person who was obviously far away suddenly fell in front of him in an instant, Zhuang Ting didn't even see how he snatched the utility knife from his hand, Zhuang Ting just watched the utility knife turn into powder in an instant in his hand , his eyes widened in shock, and he took a few steps back.

The author has something to say:

This is probably a friendly story about a flower shop owner with a spiritual seed, and one day, this spiritual seed turned into a beautiful man, who was afraid that his sweetheart would be snatched away, so he gnawed him ahead of time~~~( Come three tildes to make things happen)