Narcissus has thorns

Shen Luofu picked up Shen Yonglan's clothes, exited Shen Yonglan's bathroom, put the clothes on the balcony, and then went back to the room and lay down on her own bed. She missed the usual sleep time, and she couldn't fall asleep. She felt that her biological clock was a little disturbed by Shen Yonglan Destroyed, Shen Yonglan, a woman, has always been destructive, not constructive.

Fortunately for Shen Yonglan, after taking a shower, he fell asleep after touching the pillow.

When Shen Yonglan got up, Shen Luofu was already gone, but there was a cup of honey water on the dining table and a post-it note.

"Honey water beautifies and soothes hangovers." Just such a simple sentence, the handwriting is very neat and beautiful, unlike my own words and ghostly drawn symbols.Shen Yonglan picked up the cup and took a sip. It was sweet and delicious, much better than the honey water he made himself. Shen Yonglan had to admit that Shen Luofu was very talented in many aspects, and she could always do a lot by herself less than things.

Shen Yonglan drank the honey water until there was not a drop left, and he was still a little unsatisfied. Is this how Shen Luofu's good skin came out of drinking?Well, let Shen Luofu make himself a cup every morning from now on, Shen Yonglan took it for granted.Shen Luofu didn't know that she had unknowingly caused a trouble for herself.

I don't know if it's the miraculous effect of honey water. At least when I went to work today, my head didn't feel like the usual hangover pain. Shen Yonglan was in a good mood. She even hummed a little song while driving. She felt that there was a day for Shen Luofu Except for the occasional faint jealousy, it was actually much better than I expected.

"When did you come back?" Anyayun took a sip of the red wine and asked Xu Weijing who was beside her. The An family and the Xu family are family friends. It is said that things flock together and people are divided into groups. She and Xu Weijing are of the same kind, so she and Xu Weijing's friendship is considered excellent.

"Two days ago." Xu Weijing looked at An Yayun. An Yayun was the same as Shen Yonglan. She belonged to a tall, good-looking woman. They also belonged to a gorgeous face, but they were two completely different faces. However, Anya Yun was like an elegant cat. A leopard, and Shen Yonglan is like a wild cat that can never be tamed, but its claws are equally sharp.

"Isn't that flower butterfly your favorite person? Xu Weijing also has a woman who can't be tamed. I think Xu Weijing's charm is invincible." An Yayun's eyes saw Shen Yonglan who was flirting with a man not far away slightly raised the corners of his mouth to Xu Weijing Said.

Xu Weijing followed An Yayun's gaze and saw Shen Yonglan, and she raised the corner of her mouth slightly. Shen Yonglan was indeed a very restless woman.

"It's the same with you, isn't An Yayun not even able to deal with her own little cousin." Anya Yun doesn't have any kind of woman she wants, but she just likes her little cousin, although Xu Weijing has never met the legendary little cousin .

"How can that butterfly be compared to my hibiscus flower." An Yayun looked at Shen Yonglan and raised the corners of her mouth in disdain. In her heart, almost all women were probably inferior to her cousin.

"Then what about you and your hibiscus flower?" Xu Weijing asked casually, she couldn't figure out how An Yayun became a lover.

"She, she still doesn't get in a drop of water, and her innocence makes me feel worried." A cousin who is ascetic can really make people anxious sometimes.

"White lotus?" Xu Weijing was very curious about the legendary little cousin.

"Don't you go there, the butterfly is going to fly away with others." An Yayun sometimes can't understand Xu Weijing, if she likes Shen Yonglan, sometimes she acts too indifferently, if she doesn't like it, But he indulged and loved Shen Yonglan unbelievably.

"She doesn't like that man." Xu Weijing glanced at the man disapprovingly. Although Shen Yonglan looks as coquettish as a butterfly, it's just a superficial phenomenon. The woman is extremely selfish and picky. She just enjoys being pursued and The feeling of admiration, but it is not easy to be the guest of honor.

Anya Yun shrugged her shoulders noncommittally, since it had nothing to do with her anyway.

"I'll excuse you first." Xu Weijing said politely to An Yayun, obviously she was going to meet her old lover for a while.

"Anything." Sometimes An Yayun couldn't stand Xu Weijing's hypocritical politeness.In her memory, Xu Weijing is very good at women. Which woman is not obsessed with Xu Weijing, but Shen Yonglan is a strange thing. The woman Shen Yonglan has never looked at Xu Weijing with that kind of obsession.Perhaps Shen Yonglan wanted Xu Weijing to be rich, generous, beautiful and elegant, and to be able to deceive others. He could see it clearly. It was impossible for Xu Weijing to see clearly, but Xu Weijing was willing to pamper and pamper Shen Yonglan infinitely, and he couldn't wait to ask for it when he returned to China. Being entangled together surprised An Yayun a little.

Xu Weijing walked towards Shen Yonglan with red wine. To be honest, she was not surprised that Shen Yonglan would not wait for her. No matter how charming she was, she couldn't make Shen Yonglan give up on her. It was really a little frustrating. Sometimes Xu Weijing would feel that, People who are heartless are truly powerful, just like Shen Yonglan.

Only then did Shen Yonglan see Xu Weijing, a charming woman with every frown and smile, and the confidence and charm unique to mature women.Shen Yonglan used to be jealous of any woman who was more beautiful and charming than herself, but she had to admit that true charm can transcend gender, otherwise she wouldn't be jealous of Xu Weijing and be attracted to her at the same time.

"Yonglan, I'm back." Xu Weijing smiled charmingly at Shen Yonglan, so charming that he almost fell into the marrow.

"What does it matter to me that you come back?" Shen Yonglan said indifferently, a good horse will not turn back, although Xu Weijing's grass looks much more delicious than many new grasses.

"I miss you so much, don't you miss me?" Xu Weijing turned a blind eye to Shen Yonglan's indifference. In fact, she didn't think Shen Yonglan would reject her, because she knew better than anyone that Shen Yonglan was more realistic and selfish than anyone else. , Cruel, if she finds something better, she will definitely dump herself without hesitation, but it may not be easy to find something better than herself.Even though he was well aware of Shen Yonglan's inferiority, Xu Weijing didn't care that much.

"I don't have time to think about you." This is true, except for the occasional time when he thinks that the newcomer is not as good as the old one, most of the time Shen Yonglan doesn't think about people or things that he thinks are meaningless.

"It's okay, I think you're fine." Xu Weijing was still smiling.

Shen Yonglan thinks that no one loves to smile more than Xu Weijing. His eyebrows and eyes are always charming. Looking at the familiar smile, Shen Yonglan is a little bit in a daze. In fact, there is nothing wrong with being broken. After all, such a woman is really hard to resist. Of course, Shen Yonglan still has to worry about his self-esteem.But the person who really trampled on her self-esteem and made her deeply hate it was not Xu Weijing, but Shen Luofu, although Shen Luofu was just lying innocently and shot from the beginning to the end of that incident.

However, Xu Weijing's low profile made Shen Yonglan's self-esteem easily pass the test. It was Xu Weijing who wanted to get back together. Thinking about it this way, Shen Yonglan's mentality is much better. To a certain extent, she is an extremely arrogant, superficial and vain person. It really makes people vain to like such a beautiful, rich and attractive woman like Xu Weijing.

The author has something to say: To a certain extent, Shen Yonglan doesn't love Xu Weijing, that's natural. Shen Yonglan is still a daffodil, and only loves herself.

It takes flowers. . .