my lover is not human

The next day, Mu Yuan, who had been struggling all night between confiscating the wallet and returning the wallet, came to the flower shop and saw the flower shop manager sitting at the counter of the flower shop, munching on soup dumplings.

"..."

Walking into the flower shop, Mu Yuan asked casually, "Did you find your wallet?"

Ling Bo pursed his mouth: "No."

"..."

"I made up a card."

"..."

Gazing at him strangely, Mu Yuan squatted under the flower stand.

"By the way, the injury on your hand."

The sound of footsteps approaching from behind, just as Mu Yuan turned around, his hand was already pulled over, and then his wrist felt cold, and water flowed over his skin, carrying the faint scent of daffodils.

The slender fingertips rubbed the wound, and the wound that was already painless felt a little tingling, but the burned place was obviously healing.

The man was squatting beside him, very close. Mu Yuan lowered his head and happened to see his blinking eyelashes. He still had a soup dumpling in his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, a little cute. Eyes, pupils are full of agility: "how is it?"

Actually, needless to say, there was only a little red mark left on the scabbed wound, and the effect couldn't be more obvious.

Mu Yuan suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his hand lightly and said, "It's much better, what medicine did you use?"

Ling Bo raised his head and put the whole soup dumpling into his mouth, and said vaguely: "This is the best fairy dew, one drop can heal the wound, it's a waste to use so much for you."

As he spoke, he re-plugged the porcelain bottle containing the dew, secretly feeling strange that this dew has a miraculous effect on the body of a mortal, so he shouldn't use so much. After taking a look at his wound, Ling Bo blamed it on him for being too badly injured .

Mu Yuan stared at him: "Xianlu?"

There was an inaudible pause in the movement of standing up, and Ling Bo pretended to be calm and said: "Narcissus flower dew, referred to as fairy dew."

"..."

Mu Yuan looked at his back, his eyes flickered, Gu Zi lowered his head, and moved the flowers under the flower stand to the circular stone steps outside the store.

The little flower god who almost leaked his words, because of a guilty conscience, did not realize that a mortal was too calm when he saw the speed of the wound healing.

After refilling the stone steps in front of the store, Mu Yuan began to repair the flowers, Ling Bo was still sitting in front of the counter, the soup dumplings on the counter were replaced with various snacks, holding the mobile phone in his hand non-stop. slide.

The people who came in again saw him like this, and the corners of their mouths twitched: "It's a miracle that your flower shop can continue to open."

Ling Bo leaned on the counter and looked up: "Why not?"

"You're polluting the air in the store."

The smell of the food at the counter almost overwhelmed the fragrance of the flowers.

Ling Bo glanced at the shop, and said indifferently: "The flowers I grow are different from those in other shops. They can't be delicately raised, and they will be proud of being pampered."

"Aren't you afraid they will wither?"

"will not."

"why?"

"They'll let me know if they're not feeling well."

"..."

If Mu Yuan can also talk to Hua, what he hears must be the deep protest of the flowers in the store against the surrounding air.

After the popularity of Valentine’s Day, the business in the store has entered a cooling period. The store has been open for a whole morning, but there are no customers. The dividing line between sunlight and shadow outside the store is from far to near, and from near to far. Today’s wind is not strong , one after another, the wind chimes hanging in front of the store occasionally hit a clear and crisp sound, highlighting the desolation of the whole store.

From being idle at the beginning, Ling Bo looked at the store door from time to time, and when he was so bored that he couldn't even eat snacks, when he decided to close the store and leave, today's first customer walked into the store door.

Mu Yuan was indifferent as usual, glanced lightly, and was about to get up when the person at the counter had already stood up.

Ling Bo's eyes lit up, and he almost teleported to the front of the store: "Miss, do you want to buy flowers?"

The girl who had just walked into the store was startled, gathered herself together, and glanced at the other person in the store, "I want to confess..."

"Confession, right? Okay, no problem." Ling Bo pulled the person into the shop: "What kind of person do you want to confess? Boyfriend? I suggest you send roses, red roses and pink roses are fine, but girls give roses It seems inappropriate, you should choose tulips, the language of flowers is the confession of love, what do you think?"

"No... no, mine..."

"Isn't it your boyfriend? The one you have a crush on? Then send daffodils, Western daffodils, today's discount, buy one get one free, do you want it?"

He finished a few sentences in one go without panting, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he stared straight at the dazed girl.

The girl who recovered after a while smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I don't buy flowers, I'm here...to confess my love."

Ling Bo's smile froze, "Confession? With whom?"

Mu Yuan heard the words and looked over, the girl blushed immediately, stretched out the hand hidden behind her nervously, not daring to hand things over to the target person, looked at the boy in front of her and lowered her voice, "Can you help me?" Shall I give this to him? I..."

The experienced Ling Bo instantly understood, "Okay, no problem, let's buy some flowers, miss."

The girl nodded knowingly: "Then I want tulips."

The two were very close, the girl quietly handed a letter to Ling Bo, and was about to let go, when there was a thud, the envelope broke in two from the middle, the pink letter paper fell out from the middle, and there was a red letter in the lower right corner. The love drawn by the pen is very conspicuous.

"..."

"..."

Ling Bo looked at the half envelope in his hand and blinked blankly: "Why don't you let go?"

"I..." The girl was more confused than he was. She did not have time to let go, but she held the letter so hard that it would not tear the envelope.

The two looked at each other, and a sneer came from behind.

The girl's cheeks flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the roots of her ears were red. Suddenly, the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, she turned and ran out of the shop.

"Hey, you can say it yourself, what are you running for!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he had already disappeared.

Mu Yuan folded his hands on his chest, looking like he was watching a play, waiting with great interest for what to do with the person whose confession failed, but when he saw the person squatting down, picked up the letter and threw it over, he subconsciously caught it.

"Here, a love letter from someone."

"..."

"What are you looking at me for? Read the letter!"

Opening the letter paper and looking at the name that appeared on the first line, Mu Yuan's expression suddenly darkened.

He thought the letter was for Ling Bo.

"You are really ignorant. Someone kindly sent you a love letter, but it accidentally dropped out. It's fine if you don't accept it. You even laughed at others. You're really disrespectful. Now you must be a fan of you." The young man shook his head. Sighing, Yoyo complained: "I didn't sell my flowers, really."

Mu Yuan: "..."

So the whole afternoon without customers was spent in the lamentation of the store manager, and someone without grace became the culprit for the lack of business in the store.

"It's so strange that today's admirers of yours don't even come to the store anymore. You won't do anything to them, will you?"

Mu Yuan said: "What should I do to them?"

Ling Bo glanced at him, pondered for a moment and said: "That's right, with the degree to which they are crazy about you, even if you do something to them that shouldn't be done, they will only show off."

Mu Yuan was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because they want you to do something to them."

So no matter whether he refuses or not, he still can't get rid of the nymphomaniac's pursuit.

Mu Yuan frowned and thought about it, and came to a conclusion: "Human beings are really troublesome."

"Really? I think so too...wait a minute." He paused, then looked up at the person holding the letter: "Aren't you human?"

"..."

Without waiting for his reply, Ling Bo lowered his head again: "So you are also in trouble."

Mu Yuan: "..."

After waiting for a while, although there were already customers in the store, there were not many customers. Guessing that one person could handle it, Ling Bo threw the snacks and stood up: "Look at the store for a while, I'll go out for a while."

"doing what?"

Ling Bo said, "Find your wallet."

"..." Startled, Mu Yuan said, "Didn't you get the money back?"

"Then I have something else in my wallet! You look at the store, I'll be back in a while." I don't know if the lost and found agency in the human world works well.

He walked out of the shop while talking.

Seeing the slender figure running towards the opposite street, and the setting sun pulling his shadow long, Mu Yuan stood in the shop, a wave appeared in his always calm eyes, the wallet in his hand, except for a card And a few pieces of cash, "something else" is just the same.

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