Today's Shura field is also very lively

The sun was shining brightly in May, and the wind chimes in a flower shop on the corner of the street rang softly with the wind. The sunlight shone through a large floor-to-ceiling glass and shone on the clustered bouquets, which was so bright and exciting.

At the front desk of the flower shop, a black-haired boy was wearing an apron. He was wearing a white shirt. The apron pinched out a slender waist, and he was skillfully wrapping a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

The boy's white shirt with cuffs was rolled up to the elbow, and a shockingly white forearm was pressed into the stalk of the dark green plant. He lowered his head, the soft black hair on his forehead was scattered on his eyebrows and eyes, and he was picking a bouquet of flowers outside the door. Several girls stood next to each other, looking up shyly at the boy who was binding the bouquet at the front desk.

The bright sunlight poured down, and the boy with the bouquet wrapped had soft brows and eyes. On his fair cheeks, there was a small mole on the tip of his nose.

This is Chen Qi who is doing the mission again after being reborn. In this life, the target of the strategy for him judged by the system is the young master of the Qin family, Qin Heng.

Qin Heng is the youngest son of the Qin family, the young master that the entire Qin family is used to doting on, and has two older brothers who are excellent and self-disciplined. As the youngest son held in the hands of the whole family, Qin Heng fights, smokes, drinks, and picks up girls. Luo is a second-generation ancestor who looks handsome and handsome.

And Qin Heng never refuses anyone who comes, and there are countless people who have been scorned by Qin Heng, but fortunately, Qin Heng does not have any young Bai Yueguang.

Chen Qi lowered his eyes, and hugged the bouquet of tied flowers in his arms. In this life, his identity is still an art student from a poor family, and he relies on various part-time jobs in college to subsidize his struggling life.

The phone in the flower shop rang, he put down the bouquet in his hand, walked over to answer the phone, the manager on the other end said in a worried voice: "Xiao Qi, can you deliver an order for me? This customer is a regular customer in our store, today the takeaway brother has a temporary leave, I really can't refuse."

Chen Qi took off the apron around his waist and replied, "Yes."

The store manager happily replied: "That's fine, just ask Xiao Guan to look at it in the store. I sent you the customer's list. Remember to read it."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qi looked at the customer order sent from his mobile phone. The place of the order was Changqing Private Hospital, and the customer's name was Qin Heng.

He lowered his eyes and smiled. He chose to work part-time in this flower shop because he knew that Qin Heng often ordered flowers in this flower shop.

In a good mood, he took off his apron, packed his things, took the bouquet to send, greeted Xiao Guan, the clerk in the shop, and pushed open the door of the flower shop to deliver flowers.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the bright sunlight entered the water. He took a bouquet and took a taxi at his own expense, and soon arrived at Changqing Private Hospital.

Changqing Private Hospital is specially for some wealthy people. Behind the expensive fees is the ability to enjoy more superior services and facilities.

Holding the bouquet, Chen Qi looked at the list in his hand and walked into the elevator in the hospital. While dialing Qin Heng's number, he watched the number of elevators slowly increase.

With a sound of "ding", Chen Qi walked out of the elevator, and the person on the other end of the phone also answered the phone, asking who it was in a lazy voice, holding a bouquet, and softly said at the front desk on the sixth floor: "Mr. The bouquet has been delivered, may I ask which ward you are on the sixth floor?"

Qin Heng reported a ward number. Chen Qi raised his head and looked at a young man in jeans not far from the corridor, leaning lazily against the wall. He lowered his eyes and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

The young man with long legs wrapped in jeans was leaning against the wall, looking lazy and handsome. When he looked up inadvertently, he saw a thin boy in a white shirt walking towards him with a bouquet of flowers.

Qin Heng subconsciously stood up straight. The boy in front of him had soft black hair and cold eyes. He was buttoning up the top layer of his white shirt, revealing only a dazzling white neck. He held the bouquet and lowered his eyelashes slightly. It looks clear and bright like a soft and white cloud in spring.

Qin Heng unconsciously followed the boy with his eyes, until he found the boy holding a bouquet, looked at his phone, walked up to him slowly, looked up at him and said softly, "Is it Mr. Qin?"

Qin Heng only felt that his heart missed a few beats. He was rarely at a loss. He stared blankly at the boy holding the bouquet in front of him. He could even see a small mole on the tip of the nose of the boy's fair face, and his eyelashes were long and curly. He raised his throat, and subconsciously wanted to speak, but he heard the door of the ward on the left being pushed open suddenly.

Qin Heng and Chen Xi, who was holding the bouquet, were stunned at the same time. The door of the ward on the left was pushed open urgently and suddenly. Chen Xi turned his head and saw a man who was rigidly frozen in place.

The man was wearing a hospital gown, with a bandage on his forehead, and his brows and eyes were unruly, but at this moment he was stiff in place with bare feet and was in a mess.The man's eyes were red, his chapped lips trembled, and he stared at the boy holding the bouquet.

The man staring at the boy seemed to be in a daze. He trembled his lips and said in a hoarse voice with panic, "I... know you?"

Chen Xi, who was holding the bouquet, was a little dazed. He shook his head and said softly, "Sir, I don't know you."

Yan Huan stood in embarrassment outside the door of the ward with bare feet, only feeling a splitting headache, but even so, he still stared at the boy, watching the boy's indifferent eyebrows, he looked at the girl holding the painting in front of him almost beggingly. The young man said firmly, "You...do you really not know me?"

It's really too strange, Mingming Yanhuan didn't know the boy holding the flower, but when he leaned on the hospital bed and saw the thin back, he felt as if he was in a daze, and his heart suddenly twitched violently, Almost subconsciously, he pulled out the needle abruptly and ran after him barefoot.

The heart was twitching, and the pain that was crushed bit by bit was so oppressive that one wanted to suffocate. His eyes were red for some reason, and his voice was hoarse. The boy took a good look at him again.

But the boy in the white shirt holding a bouquet in front of him looked at him blankly with clear eyes, shook his head politely and slightly and said: "Sir, you have mistaken the person."

The corner of Qin Heng's mouth was drawn down, his face turned cold, and he leaned lazily against the wall looking at Yan Huan, who was barefoot and in a panic.

The same is true for him, from the first time he saw Yan Huan, it was like smelling a beast of the same kind, and he knew that they were people who could not interact with each other.

And the dispute between the Yan family and the Qin family never stopped.

Yan Huan, who was staring at the boy rigidly, froze in place, and he murmured in a daze, "I admitted the wrong person..."

Qin Heng took the bouquet handed to him by the boy, and blinked his peachy eyes at the boy. From the corner of his eye, he seemed to casually glance at the dazed young master of the Yan family who was frozen in place, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Yan Huan, who was standing barefoot outside the ward, had a sullen face. He watched the boy in the white shirt turn around and leave, but turned his head slightly, and slightly bent his eyes at Qin Heng who was standing on the wall, saying, "Thank you for coming." The umbrella I gave you next time."

Qin Heng froze in place, and the picture of what the boy said vaguely appeared in his mind.

That day, as usual, he bought a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop he often ordered to cheer up the little lover around him. It was raining heavily that day, so he sat in the back of the car and waited carelessly for the clerk to deliver the bouquet.

After the clerk delivered the bouquet, the driver took the bouquet. He happened to catch a glimpse of the broken rib of the umbrella supported by the clerk who delivered the flowers.

Unexpectedly, the little clerk who delivered the flowers was actually this young man. Qin Heng held the bouquet and glanced at the young man's thin and slender waist. Said: "You are welcome."

Seeing the young man gradually disappearing into the corridor, he was lazily leaning against the wall. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yan Huan, who was standing awkwardly outside the ward with his lips pursed and bare feet. He was in a good mood. After all, he had never been used to Yan Huan. That usually makes me look like I am the king of heaven.

Qin Heng leisurely walked into the single ward with a bouquet of flowers. Seeing his brother leaning on the head of the hospital bed wearing plain glasses, looking at the book in hand, and hearing the sound of someone coming in, his brother Qin Shao didn't lift his eyelids, just Asked: "The old man asked you to come?"

Qin Heng put the bouquet on the bedside table, pulled out a chair, leaned comfortably on Erlang's legs and said leisurely: "Yes, the old man said that if I don't come to see you this time, I will break my legs. "

His brother Qin Shao looked away from the book to Qin Heng's leg, and said calmly, "It's as if breaking the leg is useful."

Qin Heng smiled and said, "Brother, guess who I just met outside?"

Qin Shao turned his eyes back to the book in his hand, and replied without raising his head or being disinterested, "Who?"

Qin Heng sat up straight, and said enthusiastically to his brother: "I met the dog Yanhuan, tsk tsk tsk, the dog didn't know what happened, he hurriedly opened the door of the ward, grabbed a boy who delivered food and asked if he recognized him. know him."

"The problem is that the little boy really acted like he didn't know him. When that Yan Huan heard it, he felt like his mother had lost his wife hahahaha."

Qin Shao's movement of flipping through the book paused, he raised his head with a strange expression, looked at Qin Heng, who was lying on the chair and was swaying from side to side with a smile, and said, "Qin Heng."

Qin Heng leaned on the chair and smiled while raising his head. His brother looked at him calmly and said, "Would you like to go to the second floor to check your brain?"

Before Qin Heng returned, he saw his brother and said, "If you are sick, go and get treated, don't come to my place to get sick."

Who in the circle doesn't know that Yan Huan is like the young master of the Zhou family, and has been guarding that person for more than ten years. Even when the young master of the Zhou family went abroad, Yan Huan paved the way for him without saying a word.

At this moment, Qin Heng told him that Yan Huan, who was so arrogant to the core, lost her mind when she saw a little boy, hurriedly pulled out the needle and rushed out, catching people with bare feet and asking if she knew him, so why not film a TV series?

Qin Heng sneered, and lazily said: "Don't believe it, it's the first time I've seen him like this, maybe he really has something to do with that little boy."

Speaking of this, he straightened up, swayed his legs and said to his brother flirtatiously: "But that little boy is really good-looking, so I like it."

Wearing a white shirt, clean and a bit deserted, with clear eyebrows, his eyes softened like lakes, extremely gentle, thinking about it, he propped his head, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at the bouquet placed on the table of the hospital bed look away.

The tightly clustered bouquets are white and soft, like the slender white neck of a young man shining brightly at the opening of his shirt, green and astringent like branches in early spring.

Qin Heng's throat moved, he leaned back on the chair, raised his head and casually said to his brother, "Even if that boy has nothing to do with Yan Huan." He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and continued with an ambiguous smile, "That little boy, I also have nothing to do with Yan Huan." It's settled."