Sir, your vest is off!

Song Lan conscientiously tapped on her small computer:

The female lead affectionately held the male lead's hand and said, "Ba, my heart hurts so much. It turns out that the one you love is actually my mother. Ba, I treat you as my husband, but you actually want to be my father! I woo woo woo..."

The hero said in pain: "You know too much, die!"

The heroine, die.

End of the full text.

Song Lan let out a long sigh of relief, "What did you write?" No wonder he always got scolded.

The main reason is that this book has been written for a long time, and I don’t want to write any more.

Song Lan scratched her hair irritably, maybe he really didn't have the talent to be a writer.

Sure enough, in the evening, there was a "roar" in the comment area.

——"First floor: Is the author crazy???"

——"Second floor: I have never seen such a perfunctory ending. I thought the author would have a snack during the long writing process. I didn't expect the ending. He is still insane."

——"Third floor: Friends, I thought the author only had this book with a more bloody and nonsensical style. I didn't expect nonsense to be the author's style."

—— "Silou: But the author is also working very hard. I can still write 100 million words with such blood. I admire this perseverance."

——"Fifth Floor: Let's talk about a relationship, it's better to be in love than to be brainless."

Song Lan turned off the computer and looked out of the window sadly. The flowers in the garden were still in full bloom, as if fighting against the gradually getting colder weather.

That's weird, isn't it a fake flower?

Speaking of which, Song Lan really didn't take a good look at the garden in the villa.

After tidying up the table that Song Lan had messed up, Song Lan went into the garden wearing a thin cardigan.

As soon as she entered the garden, Song Lan was caught by the rose thorns.

The roses are graceful and charming, and the colors are eclectic. Some are pure colors with yellow pistils, and some are like mixed oil paints. I can't see the shape of the flower core inside.

Song Lan gently pushed aside the thorns that were hooking the trousers, the branches and leaves of the flower trembled, and the original calmness returned.

Song Lan walked forward and saw a clump of pink roses bordered with red, her heart moved slightly, and regardless of the thorns pricking her hand, she picked a budding flower and wanted to give it to Zhou Wenqing.

Satisfied, Song Lan continued to hold the flowers and walked forward, and came to a flowerbed full of various chrysanthemums. The golden chrysanthemums were bright and eye-catching, and the pink and white chrysanthemums were as delicate as a girl's fluffy skirt, very cute .

Thousands of chrysanthemums bloom in one place, with overlapping petals and layers of flowers and leaves, with a fluffy texture, like a fluffy thick velvet blanket.

There is also Ji Xiaoju with blue-purple petals, which has no overlapping petal layers, making it small and thin.

The same is purple, and there is Mona lavender, which is a dreamy purple and looks very special.

There are roses climbing the wall beside the fence in the garden. Bougainvillea is planted at the root of the roses. Song Lan checked and found that the pink one Zhou Wenqing planted is called green leaf cherry blossom, and there is another kind called double-petaled Yijin.

Song Lan stayed in the garden and didn't want to go out anymore. There were also white cyclamen whose petals looked like shrunken magnolias.

Song Lan remembered that he was still in college that year, and he was at a loss about his future plans.

That day he got a letter of recommendation from his favorite professor and went to an elegant garden. Song Lan felt that he was out of tune with the literati and elegant scholars there, so he ran to the garden to hide and eat snacks, and wrote a short essay on a napkin , roughly wrote about ghosts and ghosts with masks, boasting to each other and drawing a good appearance.

Unexpectedly, someone saw what he wrote and told him, "You are very suitable for writing."

Song Lan was thinking about it now, but he didn't tell him that he was not suitable for writing novels.

There was the sound of a car engine behind him. Song Lan looked back and saw that it was Zhou Wenqing who had returned.

Zhou Wenqing thought about Gu Boning's "immature" suggestion all afternoon, and finally on the way home from get off work, he replaced the roses that Gu Boning had mentioned with a bunch of sunflowers, dotted with two circles of small white daisies.

Song Lan subconsciously hid the roses he folded behind his back, not for any other reason, but after all, he was a flower picker, which seemed a little immoral.

It was also because it was for Zhou Wenqing.

No way, why did he seem to make Zhou Wenqing angry in the afternoon?

Even though Song Lan said he was capable, he still felt sorry for him. He even slammed the door on Zhou Wenqing. Zhou Wenqing could bear his petty temper and didn't care about him.

Song Lan is not a fool, of course she knows what she did wrong.

What's more, Zhou Wenqing didn't like him, if he could bear him once, he wouldn't bear it several times.

Song Lan cheered herself up, thinking that she should apologize properly.

When Zhou Wenqing saw Song Lan walking towards him with her head down in the garden, she subconsciously hid the flowers behind her back. This was something he used to coax his little gentleman, so he wouldn't be surprised to see it.

Song Lan walked up to Zhou Wenqing, only a step away from the person, and quietly raised his drooping head until the person in front of him called his name.

"Lan Lan."

Song Lan's mouth twitched, moved back and forth, silently handed out the flowers he had just picked from behind, brought them to Zhou Wenqing's eyes, and whispered, "For you."

Zhou Wenqing froze for a moment, this... what's going on.

Song Lan then added the meaning of sending flowers: "I shouldn't have made fun of you in the morning, you can do it, you can do it, you are very good, and you are not old, a man with 41 flowers, you are just like this rose, still a delicate It's a flower bone."

Hearing this, Zhou Wenqing was a little dumbfounded for a moment, originally thinking that the little idiot would send him flowers on a whim, but unexpectedly it was because of this.

Seeing that people refused to accept them, Song Lan became anxious, "You don't think the flowers I picked from the garden are too ugly, do you? I have carefully selected the flowers for a long time, and I think this one is the most beautiful, and I want to give it to you as a gift." your!"

Zhou Wenqing laughed immediately, so that Song Lan didn't understand why, and looked at Zhou Wenqing stupidly.

Reluctantly, Zhou Wenqing took out the flowers hidden behind her, "Originally I wanted to give you a surprise, but you beat me one step ahead."

Song Lan's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened as she looked at the bouquet in front of her, speechless.

"I think about it, I shouldn't tease you first, I shouldn't have made you unhappy by ignoring you, so I apologize now, is Lanlan willing to forgive me?"

Two idiots, one holding a bouquet and the other holding a flower branch, but neither of them thought of picking up the flowers in the other's hand, so they just stood there facing each other.

It wasn't until the breeze picked up that the solitary rose trembled, Song Lan finally came to his senses, hugged the bouquet of sunflowers and daisies tightly in his arms, as if afraid that someone would snatch it, and quickly took the bouquet of sunflowers and daisies The bright rose stuffed into Zhou Wenqing's palm, turned around and ran away, not forgetting to say "forgive, forgive"!

Zhou Wenqing watched Song Lan running away like a bunny, and finally fixed his eyes on the rose in his hand, the flower thorns were cleaned off bit by bit without knowing when, and it didn't prick his hand at all.

Zhou Wenqing felt his heart was burning hot, and his whole chest was burning with heat. In the end, all the emotions accumulated together. Zhou Wenqing couldn't help himself, and his smile was like a gentle warm wind, holding up the ethereal catkins.

This, little idiot.

How could he dislike this flower?Baby it's too late.

The little idiot himself retreated into the room, like a little snail retracting its shell.

The golden sunflowers and pure white daisies in her arms seemed a little hot to the touch, Song Lan subconsciously wanted to put the flowers aside, but as if reluctant to part with them, she hugged them tightly.

The heart was beating non-stop, Zhou Wenqing's smiling eyes, the slightly raised corners of his lips, and the hand holding the flower appeared in front of his eyes unexpectedly, as if engraved there clearly. All steamed up with hot smoke.

"Ahhh..." Song Lan covered his ears like stealing the bell, he didn't want to hear his own heartbeat anymore!

I don't want to think of Zhou Wenqing anymore!

Zhou Wenqing cooked the dinner, and Song Lan went downstairs to prepare dinner with her head washed several times with cold water.

Zhou Wenqing frowned, brought a dry towel without thinking, and said in a voice half worried and half blaming, "What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Just as she was about to dry off Song Lan, Song Lan suddenly bounced away as if waking up from a dream. Zhou Wenqing's hand froze in mid-air in embarrassment, and she looked at Song Lan in bewilderment.

Song Lan covered the towel on her head and hurriedly said, "I can do it myself, I can do it myself."

As he spoke, he quickly rubbed his hair. The large towel covered Song Lan's blushing face. For some reason, he felt a little embarrassed to face Zhou Wenqing.

After dawdling and rubbing for a long time, Song Lan felt that she was going to be bald by herself, so she slowly put the towel aside.

"Let's eat." Zhou Wenqing prepared a meal for Song Lan.

West Lake vinegar fish, fried five kernels, lettuce in oyster sauce, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

They are all Song Lan's favorite food.

Zhou Wenqing used the serving chopsticks to pick up the meat from the belly of the fish for Song Lan, and gently put it into Song Lan's bowl. Song Lan was digging her head into the rice, when a piece of delicious and tender fish fell into the bowl.

Song Lan raised his buried head and looked at Zhou Wenqing, who was serving him soup in a leisurely manner. Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught sight of the rose in a white porcelain vase, and placed it in the center of the table, embellished with the original monotonous pure white dining table.

Song Lan lowered his head suddenly, blinked his eyes, and chose to pretend he didn't see it.

The meal was extremely silent, and Song Lan was so uncomfortable that he died. During the meal, except for the dishes that Zhou Wenqing put into his bowl, he never put down his chopsticks.

After sipping the tomato and egg soup, Zhou Wenqing was about to take away the bowls and chopsticks when Song Lan took the lead and said, "I, I, I, I'll do the washing."

Zhou Wenqing looked at the agitated Song Lan suspiciously, but Song Lan's eyes wandered and she just didn't look at him, "Then what, you made the dinner, and I'll wash the dishes, isn't it too much?"

"It doesn't matter. If you really want to share something for me, please trouble Lan Lan to wash some grapes." After finishing speaking, Zhou Wenqing smiled and threw the bowl and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

Song Lan grabbed the grapes one by one, and scrubbed them clean one by one.

After working for a while, I brought it out.

Zhou Wenqing was drinking tea with a cup at hand, presumably waiting for Song Lan to come.

"Lan Lan, come here."

Song Lan obediently walked over and put the grapes on the table, "The grapes are finished washing."

"Well, do you still like flowers?" Grapes are not the focus, but flowers are.

Song Lan nodded, he found a big vase, and put the bouquet on the small table by the bay window of the room.

"Wen Qing, you seem to like chrysanthemums very much." It's not that he has nothing to say, it's because there are so many chrysanthemums in the garden at home, Zhou Wenqing gave him daisies as well.

Zhou Wenqing chuckled, "But I like the one Lan Lan gave me better."

Song Lan was startled. He was skeptical, very skeptical. What Zhou Wenqing said just now was a pun.

This is Zhou Wenqing, who is teasing him properly!

But it can't, doesn't Zhou Wenqing have a sweetheart?

Song Lan was puzzled, and looked straight into Zhou Wenqing's eyes, trying to see something unnatural that was "similar to a change of heart and cheating".

Unfortunately, no.

So Song Lan said, "Mr. Zhou, why don't we sleep in separate rooms?"

[The author has something to say: Lan Lan: heart rate 50.00%. 】