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Speaking of going to a concert, Song Rongzhen is actually not interested, just looking for an excuse to go to the store to see him.

Six years.

Both of them have changed.

Song Rongzhen is no longer the boy who is paranoid and ruined if he can't get it, and Lu Wanyu is no longer the child who is so scared that he can't speak normally when he sees him.

Absently watching the performance on stage.

The hand raised unconsciously to touch the corner of the mouth, where the softness and fragrance after a short touch in the afternoon seemed to remain.

Probably, it is the reason why he has been in the flower shop all the time. He has a fresh and natural floral fragrance on his body.

After listening to the concert, Liu Xiao still wanted to go to other places to play, but Song Rongzhen refused twice irritably, Liu Xiao realized that he was in a bad mood, so he shut his mouth wisely, with an aggrieved look on his face.

There were no other activities planned, so I sent people home directly. On the way, Song Rongzhen was thinking about his own affairs, and Liu Xiao was also angry and didn't speak. So until they arrived at the place where Liu Xiao lived, the two of them didn't talk.

Before opening the car door and getting out of the car, Liu Xiao looked at Song Rongzhen unwillingly and asked, "Mr. Song, why did you take me out to play these few days? Do you like me?"

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the street lights shone on Song Rongzhen's face through the car window. His eyes fell on Liu Xiao, without any emotion, and he asked, "So what if you like it, so what if you don't like it? What do you want from me?" What?"

It was obviously a gentle and deep question, without any emotional color, but it made Liu Xiao shudder, shaking his head in panic, "No, no—"

The car door closed, and the car swished away without any nostalgia, leaving Liu Xiao standing there alone, his thoughts confused.

Instead of driving home, she came downstairs to Lu Wanyu's flower shop.

What he bought was a high-rise store, which was renovated into a duplex, with people living on the second floor and a store on the first floor. It was neither spacious nor narrow.

It should be the money his father left him.

I don't know what he was doing in the north before.

When the car was parked in the square, Song Rongzhen unexpectedly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

However, Lu Wanyu didn't like him smoking in high school, and after being burned by him once, Song Rongzhen had to quit smoking because he would tremble when he saw the cigarette butt.

Not a pleasant memory.

In my memory, Lu Wanyu was always crying, crying secretly by himself, crying when he hugged him, and crying when he was pressed down, endlessly, crying so hard that people's hearts ached.

When the doorbell rang, Song Rongzhen came back from his memory. It turned out that he got out of the car and walked outside to ring the doorbell.

He didn't keep him waiting. After a while, the surveillance camera above his head lit up, and a voice came from the video panel in front of him, "It's so late, what's the matter, Young Master Song?"

Song Rongzhen licked his tongue, and said in a dry voice: "Where did you go six years ago? I have been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you."

All he knew was that he had gone to the north, but his whereabouts could not be found after the train's destination city. Song Rongzhen hired someone to keep looking for him for more than half a year. Later, Song Rongjin found out and cut off his contact with the country.

"A small town." Lu Wanyu replied simply, "Is there anything else?"

Song Rongzhen hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Can you open the door? I want to see you."

"..." Lu Wanyu said after a while, "It's too late, Young Master Song, please go home early."

"Wan Yu!" Song Rongzhen called him anxiously, "I think—"

The video call was cut off, and Song Rongzhen stood in front of the door blankly.

Lu Wanyu would not like him, Song Rongzhen knew it.

Anyone who has such a painful experience is unlikely to go back, unless that person has Stockholm Syndrome.

However, obviously, Lu Wanyu did not.

The next day Song Rongzhen appeared at the door of the flower shop as if nothing had happened.

Liu Xiao looked at him in surprise, his eyes bloodshot, "Song, Mr. Song, you are here!"

Last night he was so worried that he didn't sleep all night. He always felt that Song Rongzhen was very angry at that time, but he couldn't figure out what made him unhappy.

Song Rongzhen nodded, and handed him the coffee dessert packed from Starbucks, "I was in a bad mood yesterday, and I'm here to apologize to you today, I hope I didn't scare you."

Liu Xiao quickly shook his head, "No, no, it's my fault, I didn't find that Mr. Song was in a bad mood."

Such a man, regardless of his family background and educational background, just his appearance is enough to make people flock to him, not to mention such a proud family background and educational background.

The proud son of heaven, I mean people like them, they are born to be praised by others, and it is normal to have a little temper.

After packing two copies, Liu Xiao gave one to Lu Wanyu, and he was busy making coffee for Song Rongzhen.

Lu Wanyu took two orders, packed them up, gave the address to Liu Xiao, and said, "It's nearby, there's no need to ask Meituan to deliver it, please come and go."

Liu Xiao glanced at Song Rongzhen in embarrassment.

Song Rongzhen smiled and nodded, "Go, I'll wait for you to come back."

"Okay!" Liu Xiao immediately put down the water glass, picked up the bouquet wrapped by Lu Wanyu and went out, "Mr. Song, let's have dinner together at noon, please wait for me to come back."

Just two orders, will be back soon.

When the flowers were put on the car and ready to start the car, I took a look inside the store. The store manager was sitting at the counter and was doing accounts. Song Rongzhen was sitting at the small round table by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side, watching his mobile phone. On his god-like handsome face, he fell into the mortal world like an angel.

The division is so open, and the store manager doesn't like to talk, so it should be fine.

After pondering secretly for a moment, he left in a hurry.

The sun was shining on her body and it was very warm. After looking at the phone for a while, she felt drowsy. Song Rongzhen stood up and walked around the store. When she came to the counter, she looked at the untouched desserts and coffee, and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

The cake is his favorite flavor of black coffee, and the coffee is latte.

Lu Wanyu looked up at him and said coldly, "It's cold."

The cake was already cold.

Song Rongzhen knew that he didn't want to eat, so he took it to the table and opened it to eat.

After Lu Wanyu finished the calculation, he got up and went outside to arrange the flowers. The stale ones had to be picked out, and the ones with rotten roots had to be dealt with.

There was no music playing in the store, and it was so quiet that it was depressing.

When Song Rongzhen's cake was almost eaten, Lu Wanyu stopped while passing by with the sorted flowers and branches and leaves, looked at Song Rongzhen and said seriously: "Master Song, if you just want to play, please let that child go. He doesn't have anything I understand, I can't resist your temptations."

Song Rongzhen took a sip of coffee and looked up at him, "How do you know I'm not serious? Or do you want me to just have fun?"

Lu Wanyu was choked back by his words, her face darkened and she wanted to refute, but she finally gave up and shook her head, closed her mouth and left with her things in her arms.

Song Rongzhen folded his hands on the table quite happily. This person is still so inarticulate, he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't know how he has lived in the past few years.

Today, I talked a few more words with Lu Wanyu, and even Song Rongzhen treated Liu Xiao a little softer, and took him to buy several sets of clothes.

The days were spent in Song Rongzhen's real or fake game, and Liu Xiao gradually became more and more fashionable in his clothes, asked for leave frequently, and had more messy friends around him.

Lu Wanyu stopped talking after several times of persuasion. Song Rongzhen had a lot of money and tricked this big boy who had never seen the dangers of society like magic.

Because she really hated Song Rongzhen's behavior in her heart, Lu Wanyu mostly regarded it as nothing when he was in the store.

Thinking back, he didn't learn anything about being kind and magnanimous that Yan taught him in the past. Probably, in his bones, he still has the blood of cold-blooded cruelty left to him by Lu Jingyang.

The weekend is the last day of the month. Lu Wanyu also settles the bills in the store while paying the bills to the flower material suppliers. Unexpectedly, at 3000 o'clock in the evening, he found that [-] yuan was missing.

The amount is not large, but it must be found after all.

After checking the account book again and again, it was found that there was something wrong with Liu Xiao's account in the past few days.

Somewhat in disbelief, Lu Wanyu called up the surveillance in the store, compared them one by one according to the date, and found that Liu Xiao had indeed taken the money from the store privately in the past few days, and he did not record the cash of some customers in the account book.

This kid is a bit overdue!

Just thinking about how to deal with this matter, the wind chime at the door of the store suddenly rang.

Lu Wanyu looked up from the counter.

We have to settle the accounts today, and put up a sign that the business is closed in advance, who else will come?

Outside the store door, Song Rongzhen waved to Lu Wanyu with a smile and a box in his hand.

Just hit the muzzle.

Lu Wanyu quickly walked to the door and opened it, "Master Song, why don't you go enjoy singing and dancing at night and come to my small shop?"

Liu Xiao has been working in a flower shop for almost a year. He is diligent and lively. He has never done such petty theft. He has only been dealing with this person for more than two months, and he has learned how to steal money!

Song Rongzhen didn't notice his anger, walked into the store with a smile, and said, "Starbucks has a new cake, which is your favorite Black Forest, with hazelnuts added. I bought a big one and brought it here for you to try." taste."

Lu Wanyu blocked the door and refused to let him in, "No, I can't eat your food, it's disgusting! Please, Mr. Song, don't come to my small shop again. It's a small business, and I really can't let go of your big Buddha."

Song Rongzhen's face froze, he endured it, and said with a forced smile: "What's the matter, it's fine, who made you angry?"

"It should be me who wants to ask what Young Master Song wants to do, right? Can't you see that I don't want to see you, disgusting you? What is your intention of going in and out here hypocritically?"

Lu Wanyu looked at Song Rongzhen coldly, repeated his fierce words so that his face was livid with anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Can't you see what I want? Wanyu—"

"Don't call me by my name! Really, I'm disgusting! I don't have anything that Young Master Song is interested in here. Youth and beauty are gone! If you want to find young and beautiful ones, go find them, you don't need to be disgusted in front of me I!"

Lu Wanyu frowned and pushed Song Rongzhen completely out of the flower shop steps, "Don't come here again, in this lifetime, we would rather not see each other. I would rather never meet you, Song Rongzhen! I would rather never wake up in the library. !” This way, I won’t meet you, and I won’t spend such a period of youth that is worse than death.

"Wan Yu, Wan Yu, what's wrong with you, what happened?" Song Rongzhen was pushed back again and again, and the cake box in his hand was knocked to the ground.

Lu Wanyu closed the glass door forcefully, quickly unlocked it, waved excitedly and knocked the bouquet on the steps to the ground, tears rolled down suddenly, turned around and punched Song Rongzhen who was looking at him eagerly outside the door, "Get out of here, Don't come again, I hate you, Song Rongzhen, can't you see that I hate you?"

Song Rongzhen kept banging on the glass door, looking at him distressedly, "Wan Yu, don't cry, tell me what's wrong?"

Lu Wanyu felt that this was really ugly, wiped away tears, turned around and turned off the lights in the store, even the bill was wrong, went upstairs, leaving Song Rongzhen anxiously calling for him outside the door.