Today's Shura field is also very lively

The man in the wheelchair tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice, clenched one hand into a fist and put it on his lips. His unruly face was a little unnatural, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

He changed his usual arrogance, and he didn't even dare to look up at Chen Qi at the front desk. He only pretended to be calm and held his breath, waiting for the young man's answer.

Chen Qi's gaze was subtle, and with his hand resting on the sketchbook, he glanced at the man's lower body, his gaze was a little complicated.

Yan Huan pretended to be calm and sat in the wheelchair, her throat moved, while enduring her embarrassment, she silently thought about Zhao Shi's words.

"To chase people is to get used to pampering them. It's important to do what they like..."

After a while, the corners of Chen Qi's mouth twitched, and finally he said, "No need."

Yan Huan was a little disappointed when he heard the words. He looked at the young man in front of him, tilted his head and clenched his fist and coughed. After thinking for a while, he continued to whisper: "The David in clothes is also fine, do you want it?"

There was some caution in his pitch-black eyes, as if he was slowly probing what the young man was interested in very clumsily, and his whole body exuded an aura of trying to sell.

Yan Huan knew that in her previous life, Chen Qi spent a lot of time practicing body sketching. That time, late at night, Chen Qi was lying on the bed with flushed face, misty eyes, and thin sweat on his porcelain white neck.

The young man with dull eyes and sobbing softly, clasped his shoulders with both hands, opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted at him to stop.

He leaned on him and stopped, tilted his head and kissed away the tears on the eyelashes of the young man's eyes, and said with a low and hoarse smile, "Why are you crying so hard?"

The misty eyes of the young man under him were a little lifeless, but he barely opened them. He touched his shoulder blades while sobbing, and murmured, "So it's like this..."

"I said why my old painting is not good..."

Yan Huan who was touched hard: "..."

Thinking of this, the man in the wheelchair looked up at Chen Qi seriously, waiting for the person in front of him to answer.

Chen Qi looked at Yan Huan who was earnestly waiting for his answer, and for some reason remembered Yan Huan who was drunk and lying on the sofa in a daze in his previous life, who was so coaxed by him that he couldn't find Bei.

In the last life, after Yan Huan got drunk, Chen Xi stuffed a pillow into his arms, and he could use the pillow as a reward, and hugged him honestly for half an hour, muttering nonsense things like don't open your eyes.

At that time, the man sitting on the sofa honestly was full of alcohol, murmured while hugging the pillow, and could not see the usual hostility at all.

Chen Qi thought at that time that Yan Huan in front of him really loved Zhou Lu.

Chen Xi knows that no matter in his previous life or in this life, the world he experienced is the data of the Great Thousand World, and Yan Huan in front of him is the protagonist of the Great Thousand World no matter in his previous life or this life.

But Yan Huan in front of her was sitting in a wheelchair with a pale face, and she couldn't see the high-spirited appearance of her previous life at all.

But the eyes of the man in front of him are no longer full of hostility like in his previous life, and his demeanor is no longer gloomy and arrogant like in his previous life.

The man in the wheelchair is looking at his lover tenderly, like an exceptionally sharp rock that has been polished and softened, floating up and down in the waves.

Chen Qi was silent for a while, and a vague idea in his heart was finally cited at this moment.

Yan Huan must have known something about her previous life.

Yan Huan may feel ashamed of being with him, or she may feel that she has lost a person who has been by his side silently for a long time, and suddenly she is not used to it, and begins to desperately try to get it back.

Chen Qi looked up, with a little helplessness in his eyes, which was the reason why he kept confirming with the system from the beginning.

It is not fair to Yan Huan in this life to leave behind the memories of his previous life. In his previous life, Chen Qi was able to imitate the love in the world and be able to stay with Yan Huan for the rest of his life to obtain the emotional value needed by the system.He will also try his best to learn how to be a qualified lover.

But in this life he won't.

For Yan Huan, she might wish that she never knew about her previous life.

Chen Qi raised his head, was silent for a while to the man in the wheelchair, and said softly, "No thank you."

Yan Huan, who was in the wheelchair, put down the hand on her lips when she heard the words, and said slightly disappointed: "Okay."

The man turned the wheelchair and walked slowly towards the entrance of the flower shop. When Liang Zhi pushed the glass door of the flower shop, Yan Huan turned to look at the young man at the front desk.

The young man at the front desk lowered his head and drew in his sketchbook without looking up, holding a pencil in his finger, wearing a white shirt, looking clean and beautiful.

Yan Huan slowly turned the wheelchair, outside the door of the flower shop, crossed her hands in front of her abdomen, her lips were drawn back, her eyes were drooping, she didn't know what she was thinking.

After a while, the man's pale face was slightly careless, he raised his eyes slightly and said, "Go to the company."

Liang Zhi nodded quickly.

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After get off work in the evening, Chen Qi took off his apron, saw Qin Heng's message popped up on his mobile phone WeChat, and asked him if he was free tonight.

Recently, A University Qin Heng and his team spread the word that changing girlfriends faster than losing hair has found true love. Not only has he not been in a relationship for more than two months, but he has also subconsciously kept a distance from other people during these two months.

Chen Qi pursed his lips slightly. He knew that tomorrow was Qin Heng's birthday, and he might want to close the net during this time.

He was still thinking about how to reply, when he saw a few more messages from Qin Heng.

The general idea is that he hopes to pick him up after get off work, and asks if he can go with him to a birthday party held for him by a friend.

Chen Qi looked up subconsciously, and saw a man in terracotta jeans leaning lazily on the car outside the flower shop, waving at him.

Chen Qi lowered his hair and sent a message: "OK."

After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips and packed up the flower shop's things, closed the door, looked at Qin Heng with a smile in his eyes, and led him to the car.

Qin Heng seemed to be in a good mood, leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, Chen Qi touched his nose, smiled and did not refuse.

He tilted his head to see the scenery passing by outside the car window, and the system in his heart said with a little excitement: "Qin Heng's attack rate has reached 50.00% now, and it is very likely that he can successfully attack."

He didn't speak, and the open car window blew the hair on his forehead, listening to Qin Heng's calm voice saying to him: "Chen Qi."

Chen Qi turned his head, looked at the handsome man driving the car with a calm look on his face, and said slowly, "I know that I may not be as good as big brother in your heart."

"I also know that you admire my elder brother very much, because he is a very good person."

A red light came on ahead, and the car stopped slowly. Chen Qi saw the man curled his lips, turned his head slightly towards him and said, "Chen Qi, I'm very glad that you agreed to accompany me to the party."

This time, Qin Heng didn't use any means or excuses, but leaned on the car outside the entrance of the flower shop and waited quietly for the young man's answer.

Fortunately, the answer he got was what he was hoping for.

Qin Heng hopes that tonight, he can also get the answer he wants.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if Yangou can do it or not, but I know Guan Nini can’t.

感谢在2021-03-2421:27:04~2021-03-2523:31:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Dementia Ah Yao 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: One more trouble in the long night;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Xiaoyu basks in the sun, 5 bottles of orange soda; 3 bottles of Chu Jiajun, Gurong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!