[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

Ah Qing was a little confused.

She watched her subordinates come in with bouquets of flowers from outside and place them in her room.There are a lot of flowers, colorful and colorful.The room suddenly became smelly.

She watched with some distress as the subordinates who came in and out decorated the room little by little, and finally turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

"What... what's going on with these flowers?" She rubbed her temples with some headaches and asked dryly.

"Master Lan Shou ordered it." A young man saluted slightly and replied respectfully.

"..."

"...Call him over here."

Prison Temple stepped into Ah Qing's room with a smile on his face, but met her with an unbearable expression.

"Hey, what's the matter with you woman?" He looked at the woman in front of him who was about to have a fit with some puzzlement.

"What do you want to do by putting so many flowers... to build a flower house?" Ah Qing looked around the colorfully decorated room helplessly.Now it is no longer an ordinary bedroom, it is simply a garden.Think about it before long, this place should become an ecological paradise.

"Don't you like it?" He scratched his silver-gray hair and frowned slightly.

Ah Qing looked a little dumbfounded.She looked at the prison temple with a confused face in front of her, unable to understand what he was thinking.He obviously hasn't visited her for a long time, but now he suddenly sends so many flowers over, is he trying to drown her out?

"This is my bedroom, not the courtyard." Ah Qing held her chin and glanced at the man standing by the bed, "So if I put too much, I will be troubled."

"Hmph." Prison Temple turned his face awkwardly, with a bit of disdain mixed in his tone, "I'm doing this for your own good! A woman who doesn't know how to thank you!"

Obviously his subordinates told him that it is enough to pursue a woman and send flowers.He obviously gave away so much, but the stupid woman in front of him didn't look happy at all.Damn, isn't that really playing him?

Thinking this way, Prison Temple decided to go back and reprimand his ignorant subordinates.

And he really hated that guy from Mority who delivered flowers on time every day.Obviously this woman was so happy when she saw the lilies, why did she have such a helpless expression on the flowers he sent.He scanned the surrounding bouquets of bright flowers in full bloom, silently puzzled.This amount of flowers should be ten times and a hundred times more than that guy sent... Sure enough, the woman in front of me still likes that guy Moritty a little more.

He remembered what she said before, and couldn't help but snorted softly, but his heart felt a little empty.

As a man who grew up in Italy, he didn't have any talent for pursuing women.It does sound ridiculous.

"Did the sun come out from the west today? You would do this kind of thing..." Ah Qing pondered for a while, then realized something different, and looked at the man in front of him like a monster.

"What, what are you doing! I don't care about you!" Prison Temple glanced at his head, and turned his head angrily, not wanting to see Ah Qing's eyes.

"Then why are you sending me flowers? Isn't it a blessing, is it a gift to the end?" Ah Qing gave him a white look, and retorted angrily.

"You're not dead, why should I die—!" Prison Temple roared angrily, and regretted it when he said it.It shouldn't be like this, obviously his irritable temper has been restrained in the past few years.But when facing this woman, I can't help but get angry.

He calmed down his mind, and said with some hesitation: "I, I hope you, a stupid woman, get well quickly and can help Judaime with things!"

Ah Qing gave him an expression of "it really is like this", and leaned against the bed without a word.She originally thought that this kid had opened his mind and knew how to care about people.In the final analysis, Vengley's interests were still taken into consideration.Those twinkling peach blossom eyes dimmed instantly, and then curled her lips in grievance.

Sure enough, the person in front of him was still an idiot whose emotional intelligence fell through the floor.Ah Qing scratched her hair irritably, trying to get rid of the extra thoughts.Prison Temple is still a prison temple that doesn't know how to behave, a violent maniac who doesn't know how to be gentle with others.Well, the one who likes him is the real masochist - Ah Qing, who has a slightly higher EQ than Yuji, thought to himself.

Maybe it's because of the bond between her companions, maybe because she's used to the noisy way of getting along with the man in front of her, she always thinks of him when she's alone and when she's in danger.Chris's words still don't dissipate - he said that the Prison Temple is what he wants to see most in his heart.

Ah Qing, who lived several years longer than her body, subconsciously thought it was a sign that she liked him.In fact, she had never realized that she had such feelings for the prison temple before. She didn't know that sometimes she couldn't help but take on a coquettish tone when speaking to the prison temple, as if the age gap never existed.But when I think of a person for no reason, I sometimes blush when I see him, thinking that he is trustworthy and reliable, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a secret love for someone.

But now it seems that falling in love with such an idiot who doesn't know tenderness at all and doesn't know how to empathize with girls is really a kind of self-abuse.Thinking of this, Ah Qing felt even more wronged.Crush is too hard, especially with an idiot with extremely low EQ.

"Why do you have this expression..." Prison Temple pursed his lips, looking at the woman with a gloomy expression in front of him.

Ah Qing suddenly came back to her senses, then shook her head and said, "Just keep a few bouquets. There are too many flowers."

"Tch. Obviously you like the flowers that Mority sent you more." Prison Temple was a little annoyed, and his intentions were not accepted and rejected inexplicably.

"...I said that being grateful is not liking." Ah Qing closed her eyes, as if she was also impatient with his question.Her complexion is a little ugly, it is a big joke for someone she likes to ask who she likes.

"you……"

"You, you, it has nothing to do with who sent it. A bouquet of flowers is a blessing and I am very happy, but what should I do if so many of you make my daily life?" Ah Qing waved his hands wearily, "Let's talk I am happy..."

She suddenly closed her mouth.Talking too much is no good.Especially in front of this brat.

Prisoner subconsciously completed what Ah Qing hadn't finished to say in his mind, and his gray-green eyes met her resting with closed eyes.

He never knew that this woman already had someone he liked.Now he was told by Judaime to dismiss the fact that he likes this stupid woman... It's normal for him to never realize that she likes others.His beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said to Ah Qing in a low voice: "I will let someone put away the flowers. I'm sorry."

Ah Qing let out a "hmm" and then stopped talking.

Prison Temple looked at her fixedly, then walked out of the room silently.

>>>

"Master Lan Shou."

"..."

"Master Lan Shou?"

"..."

"...Master Lan Shou..."

"What are you doing!"

Prison Temple snuffed out the half-burned cigarette in his hand, threw it into the ashtray, and looked at the subordinate in front of him impatiently.

It seems that Lan Shou, who is stable and mature, has been too successful in portraying the image of Lan Shou on weekdays. The vicious look at this moment really shocked the poor young man.

He looked at the prison temple tremblingly, then lowered his head again, and said weakly: "It's almost time."

Prisoner glanced sideways at the itinerary, then got up.No matter how bad his mood was, he still had to pull himself together for the sake of Judaime and Pengo Lie.

……

A Gang was surprised that the amount of alcohol in the prison temple today was astonishing.Even though the Prison Temple usually does the same thing of blocking wine for him, today is unexpectedly different.He has always been measured, but today he kept pouring wine without blinking his eyes. As long as there is a toast, he will not refuse anyone.

In the end, he almost staggered into the special car, reeking of alcohol.Eyes are red, which is a symptom of drinking too much.But he is conscious, not making noise, just quietly watching the scenery outside the car window flying, connecting together.

Ah Gang could clearly feel that there was a knot in his heart, it should be about Ah Qing, apart from this he couldn't think of anything else that could affect his mood.He thought about asking, but in the end he didn't ask.It doesn't make sense for one more person to intervene in the matter of two people.

When Prison Temple returned to the headquarters, he still respectfully saluted him as usual, with a stable figure.Then he got up and waved his hands to show that he didn't need to worry, and staggered away.

>>>

He is not drunk.Just a little unhappy.

Hayato Prison Temple always thought it was quite funny to drink away his sorrows.Until now he is dizzy, every step seems to be stepping on cotton, soft.

He thought that drinking more wine would fill up the loss in his heart, but he didn't expect this loss to become more intense.

He walked in the corridor, smiling in a daze and nodding to the servants who came and went.Everyone was surprised that Lan Shou, who is usually unsmiling, could laugh today, but when he passed by, he found the strong smell of alcohol coming from his nostrils.

Master Lan Shou is drunk.

Prison Temple rubbed his dizzy head, and put his hand on his forehead, which was hot.Rather, it was due to the catalyzed effect of alcohol that the whole body was scalded to death.The emerald color in the eyes became more abundant, like a pool of spring water with rippling blue waves, melting the sharp edges and corners, with a rare softness.

He pushed open the door of Ah Qing's room, and saw a woman leaning on the bed and drawing under the Ronghe light.He looks very serious while holding a pen, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he cherishes the contents of the sketchbook very much.He couldn't help being a little jealous, why she cared so much about other things, even when she was painting, she seemed to be in love with the things in the painting, with a gentle look on her face.

He walked up quickly and surprised Ah Qing, who was painting attentively.He saw her throwing away the notebook in a hurry and asking him why he came back so early and why he didn't knock on the door when he walked into the room. Then he frowned delicately and asked him if he drank a lot of wine.

He didn't want to pay attention to the woman's blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, but he just looked at her face, which was blurred by the dim light, as bright as a peach blossom, her soft cheeks were somewhat coquettish, and her moist diamond lips opened and closed. talking to him.

"Hey, are you listening?"

"You are so long-winded..." Prison Temple frowned and murmured dissatisfiedly.Then he bent down and hugged the woman in front of him tightly, biting her lips.This woman is really too noisy, just let her shut up like this.

He thought he was crazy, to think that the faint lotus fragrance on this woman's body smelled good, and even her lips were soft and alluring.Regardless of the other's surprised eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, and vented all his emotions on his lips.

No matter how stupid or noisy she is, it doesn't matter.He just didn't want to watch her accept other people's favors, and he didn't want her to fall in love with others.All you need to do is to focus on him, Hayato the Prison Temple.It didn't matter that this stupid woman didn't like the flowers she sent, and it didn't matter that she didn't like him.

These can be changed gradually.

He loves her enough.

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Happy to hear, happy to see, happy to see, happy to be happy……………

All the joy is based on the fact that this idiot is drunk.