Transmigrated into the arms of the paranoid boss [Quick Transmigration]

The two came to the scenic spot, which is actually not a formal tourist attraction.

Because it is located in the outskirts of the urban area, a boss invested in and opened a flower garden here.Usually the flower garden is open, and you can go in for a fee to visit and pick it. There are also many people who order flowers from here.

Bo Liang paid the money and pushed Xia Qinghe inside.

The two were outstanding in appearance, causing a little commotion in the crowd.

"These two are too pretty."

"I want to ask for WeChat."

"But they seem to be a couple."

"If it's just a friend, then I'll miss it."

As they were walking, a girl stood in front of them.

The girl looked at Xia Qinghe shyly, her eyes were big and lively.

"Well, is it convenient to have your contact information?"

Xia Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and said uncertainly, "Me?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

Xia Qinghe was quite surprised, it was the first time he was asked for his contact information in person.

But to get in touch, we both know what it means.

He was silent for a moment, and replied: "Sorry, I'm afraid it's inconvenient."

The girl was a little unwilling: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Xia Qinghe was silent again, (in Xia Qinghe's opinion) he and Bo Liang were no different from breaking up. Although Bo Liang said that the two were lovers, he did not admit it awkwardly.

It seems that as long as he doesn't admit it, he hasn't succumbed to this relationship that made him feel "humiliated" and "embarrassed".

Bo Liang was still pushing him and walking slowly, but he stopped when he heard the girl's inquiry, and the two stopped by the roadside, the fragrant and fragrant flowers penetrated into their hearts.

Xia Qinghe smiled embarrassedly, and replied, "It's a boyfriend."

Now the girl understood, she looked at Bo Liang, then at Xia Qinghe, and said with a sweet smile: "You are a good match, I wish you well."

After speaking, she ran towards her little sister who was waiting for her not far away.

Xia Qinghe uttered a soft "hmm", only Bo Liang could hear it.

Bo Liang didn't say anything, but Xia Qinghe obviously felt that the air around him became lighter.

Passing the tuberose flower garden, Bo Liang stopped, bent down and picked a small bunch and put it in Xia Qinghe's arms.

Bo Liang said, "For you."

Xia Qinghe looked at the bouquet of flowers, he had no objection to Tuberose, he just thought that after interacting with each other, AI would also become disinterested like human beings.

He likes red roses, Bo Liang doesn't even remember.

There were other flowers on the road, and Bo Liang picked some for Xia Qinghe.

The two arrived at Baihua

Cong, here is specially developed by the base for tourists to take pictures as souvenirs.

There are all kinds of flowers here, and the flowers are vying for splendor and eye-catching.

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe into the garden path, and some flowers grew taller than a person, covering Xia Qinghe's head.

"Take a photo here." Bo Liang stopped and suggested.

Xia Qinghe said awkwardly: "I don't like taking pictures."

"Let's take a picture, it's rare to come here."

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe slightly to the edge of the path, some of them got stuck in the flowers, Xia Qinghe was still holding the messy bouquet in his arms, the picture looked peaceful and harmonious.

After taking the photo, Bo Liang fiddled with the camera.

"It's a good shot." He smiled, "Qinghe is a beautiful painting no matter what."

The rainbow fart is over the limit.

Bo Liang pushed him out, and bent down from behind to show Xia Qinghe the photo he just took.

"its not bad, right."

When he spoke, a gentle breath lingered in Xia Qinghe's ears, Xia Qinghe's ears felt a little weak, and his eyes became uncomfortable.

"Well. It's okay." He answered vaguely.

Bo Liang's thin lips brushed lightly over Xia Qinghe's ears, and Xia Qinghe's ears instantly went numb.

"Go, let's go."

There was no one in front or behind the path, Bo Liang squeezed Xia Qinghe's chin, turned his head slightly and kissed him.

Xia Qinghe's mind went blank, he had never had such an intimate experience with Bo Liang in public.

He didn't react until Bo Liang let him go.

"you you……"

Bo Liang smiled gently and comforted him: "Don't worry, no one will see."

Xia Qinghe stared blankly at the void in front of him. There was indeed no one on this path, and his beating heart calmed down a little.

Walking straight and approaching the end of the path, Xia Qinghe's eyes darkened, and Bo Liang's palm covered his eyes.

"what happened?"

"Well, I have a surprise for you."

Weird.

It was because there was a camera in front of them. If Xia Qinghe saw it, he probably wouldn't let Bo Liang get close to him along the way.

Xia Qinghe's eyes were dark, and the temperature from Bo Liang's palm was transmitted to his eyeballs through his eyelids, warm and dry.After covering it for a long time, it seems to be covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He raised his eyelashes, and felt the blockage when the eyelashes swept across the palm, and his eyes became moist, probably because he was stuffed by the palm.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xia Qinghe smelled a familiar fragrance, and he knew where he was before Bo Liang let go.

It's a rose garden.

After removing the palms from his eyes, Xia Qinghe opened his eyes, and the roses were neatly arranged, as if they were accepting a review, or calmly waiting for a beauty pageant.

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Liang picked a flower and pinned it on Xia Qinghe's skirt. He looked carefully: "I always think it's very suitable for you to put roses here."

Today Xia Qinghe was wearing a thin shirt with roses pinned to the button of his shirt, and he could see the fiery red ball when he lowered his head.

Bo Liang pushed him in slightly, and took the scissors to the flowerbed to cut roses.

Xia Qinghe looked at Bo Liang from outside the flowerbed. Bo Liang was sunk in the flowers, with a broad back and waving arms. Because of his movements, the roses around him shook slightly.After a while, the roses surrounding Bo Liang gradually became scarce.

It didn't seem long before Bo Liang came back with a bouquet of roses, and there were still small wounds on the back of his hand from rose thorns.

"These thorns still need to be dealt with, you can do it with me."

Bo Liang conjured up a knife out of nowhere and took out a pair of protective gloves.

"Why didn't you use gloves just now?"

"forget."

Bo Liang winked at him and teased: "But if you don't use gloves, will it be easier to get your sympathy?"

Xia Qinghe didn't know why: "What good is my sympathy?"

Bo Liang retorted: "No, it's very important to me." He drooped his long black eyelashes, "If you didn't have your sympathy, would you still let me stay by your side?"

A flash of self-mockery flashed across Bo Liang's face.

Xia Qinghe had never seen such emotion on Bo Liang's face, and his heart seemed to be pulled.

He wanted to argue that it was not because of sympathy that he kept Bo Liang by his side.

Bo Liang didn't seem to need his comfort and explanation, he took his hand, put the glove on his hand, and put the knife into his hand.

The small scars scattered on those generous palms seemed to have spread from those hands to Xia Qinghe's heart.

Xia Qinghe picked up the flower branches and carefully trimmed off the thorns on the roses. The sharp points on his body seemed to be trimmed off at the same time.

There was silence between the two, only the rustling of flowers and branches, and occasionally other tourists walked by, bringing a little whisper or laughter.

Xia Qinghe, on the other hand, enjoyed the rare quiet between the two of them. If the awkwardness was ignored, they were no different from many couples who came here to watch and play.

Even more intimate and complete.Xia Qinghe thought with some pride.

After cutting the last rose, Xia Qinghe felt that time flies.Looking up at Bo Liang's gaze became more dependent and affectionate.

Bo Liang pulled out the slender weeds from the flowers, twisted the weeds into ropes and tied the roses.

"Go back and give these flowers to the proprietress. The roses are all yours. How about it?"

Bo Liang used a discussing tone, like coaxing a child.

Xia Qinghe was secretly depressed because Bo Liang didn't pick roses for him before, but now his wish has been fulfilled and he is in a good mood.

But it seemed that he was embarrassed by being seen through by Bo Liang again, he tried his best to remain calm, and answered indifferently: "Anything is fine, I like these flowers very much."

Bo Liang rubbed his hair, and said "hmm" with a smile.

He wanted to kiss Xia Qinghe again, what should he do.

In fact, without those data models now, Bo Liang can easily guess Xia Qinghe's thoughts.He didn't know why, maybe because the two had been together for a long time, he could naturally predict Xia Qinghe's psychology.

Including the prediction just now.

Deliberately not covering the wound, deliberately implying that Xia Qinghe felt sympathy for him, and even deliberately showing hurt and depressed emotions.

Although these are all real, if this happened before his identity was revealed, he would hide all this from Xia Qinghe quietly.

It used to be disdainful, after all, no matter what he did, Xia Qinghe always looked at him shyly and happily.

Now, if arrogance and awkwardness prevent him from gaining Xia Qinghe's favor again, then just abandon it.

The two strolled around the flower garden for a long time. Xia Qinghe was holding a large bouquet of flowers, and when he walked through the garden, his body was also covered with fine petals.He has a bright appearance and is complemented by flowers, just like a prince walking out of flowers.

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe on the road, causing passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

Those curious, amazed, and admiring eyes fell on Xia Qinghe.

Bo Liang's face became more and more serious, and at one moment he wanted to push Xia Qinghe to hide in the flowers, and at the other moment he wanted to pick more flowers for Xia Qinghe, so that the bouquet could bury him.

The former method is very restrictive, as long as you walk out of the flowers, all kinds of eyes will still surround you.

The latter method is feasible.

So, Bo Liang kept picking flowers for Xia Qinghe along the way.The flowers in Xia Qinghe's arms piled up more and more.

The two passed a lavender field, and Bo Liang took the scissors and prepared to click again.

Xia Qinghe grabbed him in time.

"There's no need to pick any more flowers. Those who didn't know thought we were going out to sell flowers. The proprietress doesn't need so many."

There were already a lot of flowers in Xia Qinghe's arms. He straightened his neck, tilted his head and talked to Bo Liang, looking like an elf emerging from the flowers.

Bo Liang smiled: "Going out to sell flowers sounds like a good idea."

I just don't know whether those people will buy flowers or see you at that time.

Bo Liang raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the lavender was cut more than expected.

After noon, the two

I just plan to go back.

Xia Qinghe was holding a large bouquet of flowers, and the price of these flowers had to be calculated before they could be taken out.

Other tourists are in small bundles, and the staff quickly calculated and bandaged them.When it came time to count Xia Qinghe's flowers, it took two staff members to count for ten minutes, and the amount of flowers can be imagined.

After doing the calculations, the staff thoughtfully asked if they would like to have someone send them back with so many flowers, Xia Qinghe quickly said no.

"Sir, you two have such a good relationship."

The staff smiled and placed the bouquet on Xia Qinghe in a convenient position.

Xia Qinghe hugged the flowers, showing a pair of plain and gentle eyes from behind the bouquet: "Thank you."

Bo Liang pushed Xia Qinghe away. On the way, he asked in a deep voice, "Qinghe, did you believe in my feelings for you today?"