Flower World

On New Year's Eve, it was freezing cold.As usual, Yu Zhiyao took Feng'er to the street to buy her this year's jewelry.

Feng'er was wearing a woolen coat with lotus leaf lace on the hem and cuffs of the coat, and the waist was very tight, almost twisted.Although this kind of attire was modern and playful, it was blown through by the cold wind immediately after getting out of the car.She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth coldly, shivering and jumping up and down.Seeing her pitiful appearance, Yu Zhiyao almost wrapped her in her thick clothes.

Feng'er asked him to buy a ring for himself this year, he knew it well, and shook his head with a smile: "Someone will buy something like a ring for Feng'er in the future, and it's not uncle's turn."

After saying this, he turned to smile and said, "Choose a pair of earrings!"

Feng'er originally wanted to pester him to buy a ring, but subconsciously raised her hand and touched her earlobe, and she felt that she really lacked decent earrings.Looking at Yu Zhiyao hesitantly, she lost her mind for a moment.

Yu Zhiyao bought a pair of Cartier earrings for Feng'er. It was a small emerald Buddha statue embedded on a platinum plate, lined with fine diamonds around it, and the precious green light was shining brightly.Feng'er returned to Yu Mansion contentedly, and immediately asked Yu Zhiyao to put it on for her.Yu Zhiyao pinched her small thin earlobe with one hand, and the small earrings with the other, squinting her eyes so she couldn't see clearly.

Subconsciously approaching, he said casually, "I may be a little nearsighted."

Before she finished speaking, Feng'er suddenly turned around and hugged him; two thin arms wrapped around his body like ivy.Yu Zhiyao shivered, and quickly pushed her away forcefully.

Feng'er stared at him with eager eyes, her lips trembling slightly, as if she couldn't speak a thousand words.Yu Zhiyao looked into her eyes, because her heart was like a mirror, so she was extremely embarrassed.

After a short silence, Feng'er said softly: "I like you."

Yu Zhiyao asked her, "Who am I?"

Feng'er was a little confused: "You...you are an uncle."

Yu Zhiyao took her hand and put the earrings in her palm: "Just know. Remember, I'm an uncle."

Then he closed Feng'er's five fingers, and returned her hand to her lap.

Feng'er stared blankly at him, tears came out suddenly: "I don't care, anyway, I..."

Yu Zhiyao didn't wait for her to finish, and replied directly: "Feng'er, no."

He took out a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket, and put it forward beside Feng'er: "Good boy, don't cry. Uncle asks Shilin to order a cream cake for you, okay?"

Feng'er has loved cream cakes since she was a child, but she can't care less now.Grabbing the handkerchief and covering her face, she cried uncontrollably.In fact, this is not the case, the uncle still loves her, but she can't control her tears - she loves the uncle, but the uncle doesn't love her.

Yu Zhiyao supported her knees with both hands, stood up with difficulty, and personally assigned servants to order cakes.It is inappropriate to comfort Feng'er now, so he has to find something to do, to give Feng'er some space and time to cry.He thought that Feng'er was still a little girl after all, if she had cried enough, if she ate something good, she would probably stop making trouble.

When the cake was brought back, the cream was fresh, the patterns were complicated, and it exuded a warm and sweet fragrance; however, Feng Er was sobbing with tears in her eyes, and refused to eat it.

Yu Zhiyao picked up the table knife, picked the place where the cream was thick, cut off a piece of cake and put it on a white porcelain plate.Gently put the plate in front of Feng'er, he stopped talking, lit a cigar on his own, sat aside and flipped through the newspaper.

The familiar smell of cigars gradually made Feng'er feel a little relaxed.She blandly suppressed her tears, and turned her head to look at Yu Zhiyao again.Yu Zhiyao read the newspaper unmoved, and only gave her a profile with smooth lines, with a full forehead, a straight nose, and a heroic standard that reminded her of plaster portraits in art class.

Involuntarily picking up the cake in front of her, she picked up the cream with a small fork and put it into her mouth.The mouth is full of bitterness, and it seems that the cream is not sweet.

Feng Er went home in the afternoon.Yu Zhiyao smiled at the mute in the bedroom in case of amnesty: "Feng'er has grown up and said he likes me."

Hearing this, the mute also smiled in surprise.

Yu Zhiyao took off her leather shoes and raised her legs to go to bed: "Look, I'm pretty cute."

The mute stood by the bed and rubbed his head lightly.

Yu Zhiyao lay down comfortably: "This bastard, Little Mint, doesn't even call, and is still in a cold war with me."

He turned to look at the mute with an innocent but serious expression: "He tortured me a lot."

Then he laughed self-deprecatingly: "But I don't really care."

The mute stared at him pitifully, as if he was also a flower.

The mute sat leaning against the head of the bed, and Yu Zhiyao nestled her head between his waist and abdomen.He put down his hand, just in time to caress Yu Zhiyao's cheek.

It seemed that only a moment later, Yu Zhiyao fell asleep.

He slept in a distorted posture, breathing heavily and snoring lightly.The mute wanted to move him to lie flat, but he was afraid of waking him up.Just at the moment of dilemma, Yu Zhiyao moaned softly again.

The mute suspected that he had a nightmare, or maybe it was just his legs hurting and his arms hurting.It's a cold snowy day outside, and old injuries love to ache at this time.Stretching his arm and pulling Yu Zhiyao's right hand, he patiently rubbed the other's forearm as a massage.

In the early morning of December 29, Yu Zhiyao finally received a call from He Dianying.

He Dianying kept his official position and was not beaten to the end. However, in front of Kagawa Jiro, he was still ashamed.Thinking that in Yu Zhiyao's heart, he was not as important as a Song Yichen, he panicked with hatred.

However, after hating it for a long time, the hatred fades away, so I can't hate it anymore.

When the call was made, he had just woken up.Normally speaking, he doesn't get up very early, but unfortunately, he had a dream in the early morning. Yu Zhiyao in the dream was really obedient, and he could do whatever he was asked to do, so that he was so happy that he was in a mess, and when he woke up, his lower body It was sticky and wet, and the pants and bedding were all stained.After taking a shower, he casually put on a pair of pajama pants, he was distracted, and reached for the phone shirtless.Holding the microphone with one hand, the other stretched into his trousers to scratch lazily.

When the phone was connected, he yawned first as if sleepwalking, and then spoke, his voice was soft, lazy and sweet, trembling like a sheep bleating.Without saying a few words, Yu Zhiyao burst out laughing on the phone.

Yu Zhiyao smiled, and He Dianying also laughed. After a breath of laughter, he came to his senses, stopped barking immediately, and spoke seriously.

Youmei woke up early, and when she heard noises in He Dianying's bedroom, she wanted to come over to have a look.The door was a sliding door, and she looked in through a gap, and saw He Dianying wearing a pair of pajama pants loosely, scratching his butt while making a phone call, with a cheerful and ambiguous tone.

She retreated in disappointment, but she was not angry in her heart, because she felt that men were like this.

The two did not mention the past, and they reconciled without warning.Yu Zhiyao said with a smile on the phone: "When we were young, we didn't fight like this every day. Now that we are getting old, we have become children instead."

He Dianying told him: "You were so obedient when you were young, I have nothing to fight with you."

As soon as the words came to this point, the two sides immediately changed the topic with a tacit understanding.In the new year, it is not worth arguing on the phone.After some conversation, the two hung up the phone, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

After the new year, safe and sound.Song Yichen also seems to have been temporarily blacklisted by the Japanese.Yu Zhiyao knew that Song Yichen was still dishonest, but he didn't continue to dissuade him, because what Song Yichen did was a good thing at a small scale, and a feat at a large scale.Besides, people are in the concession, so it must be considered safe.

In May, the chamber of commerce election was successfully concluded.The chairman is now renamed the chairman, and the new chairman gave an inaugural speech with his head down, and he stumbled while reading a manuscript.When the ceremony was over, He Dianying, like an imperial envoy, walked out with arrogance, but was assassinated as soon as he went out.

He dodged in time, but he was fine, but a bodyguard next to him who was similar in stature was shot three times in a row, and a bloody hole the size of a bowl was opened in his chest.There was chaos in front of the chamber of commerce, and Yu Zhiyao was behind. When he heard that Committee Member He had been shot, his heart shrank with fright.Squeezing forward frantically, he was about to yell Xiao Mint, but before he could speak, He Dianying stood up from the crowd, his head and face covered with dust, as if he had just rolled on the ground.

Yu Zhiyao stopped immediately.His nostrils felt warm, and he rubbed his hands, only to find that it was blood.

Taking out the handkerchief to block the nosebleed, he backed away quietly.Someone asked: "Hey, Second Master Yu, are you on fire?"

He nodded and replied, "Yes, I've gotten a little angry recently."

The assassination in front of the chamber of commerce ended in nothing.There were three assassins in total, two of them died and one escaped.He Dianying had a false alarm and didn't realize what happened; when Yu Zhiyao returned home, she had nosebleeds and heart cramps, and it took a long time for her to recover.Everyone saw nosebleeds but no colic, so they all said he was on fire.

A few days later, He Dianying called and asked him if he would like to go out to town with him.

"I want to avoid the limelight, so come with me too! How long has it been since we met?" He sincerely invited.

But Yu Zhiyao didn't go: "I'm not feeling well recently, and I plan to go to the hospital for a few days."

He Dianying asked again with a smile: "You don't miss me?"

Yu Zhiyao told him: "I miss you very much, but I have been suffering from angina and cannot leave the city."

He Dianying heard his determination.Putting down the phone in a few words, he gritted his teeth in hatred - he originally wanted to lure Yu Zhiyao to Wen County and force him to hand over Song Yichen; but this bastard refused to take the bait!

He Dianying always suspected that Song Yichen was related to the shooting at the Chamber of Commerce, although there was no evidence.