The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

Shao Qihan hung up the call with a sneer, he stuffed the phone into his pocket, turned and walked back.

He stopped after walking a few steps. He tilted his head to see the clusters of chrysanthemums of various colors that were at the height of his knees, then bent down and stretched out five fingers to pinch off a fully bloomed chrysanthemum. Layers of pure white chrysanthemums.

Shao Qihan put the flower under his nose and sniffed it, only to smell a very faint cold fragrance.

Compared with chrysanthemums, which are suitable flowers for remembering the dead, Shao Qihan is more in love with red roses that burn like a raging fire. Red roses are unrestrained, lively, beautiful and bright, which is simply heresy for the elegant and proud chrysanthemums.

Of course, the biggest reason why Shao Qihan prefers red roses is that most women are in love with red roses, but presumably he will not take a second look at this kind of flowers after today, after all, Murong Jiu has no special interest in roses. Affection.

Shao Qihan shrugged while unscrewing the handle of the glass door. He couldn't imagine himself kneeling on one knee to confess to Ajiu with 99 red roses in his hands, let alone when Ajiu saw him sending What kind of expression will it look like after the bouquet of roses?

Once again, he entered the living room, which was as warm as spring, took a deep breath, and then looked down at the white chrysanthemum in his hand, feeling a little dazed.

This chrysanthemum has a large disc with many petals. The needle-shaped petals are slightly rolled up at the end, but the whole flower is not pure white, with a light green in the center of the disc.

It may be that the light was not very good just now, and the whole flower bush was covered with a light yellow layer by the light yellow warm light, so Shao Qihan didn't see clearly that this chrysanthemum was not pure white.

Shao Qihan pinched the thin nipple with two fingers, quite at a loss.

There are winter chrysanthemums of different colors, such as golden yellow, dark red, light purple, etc. in the flowerbed. There is naturally a reason why he only picked this white chrysanthemum and did not choose other colors.

To put it simply, in Shao Qihan's heart, white matches Murong Jiu the most.

Murong Jiu is impure - how can a child who grew up in their environment be described as pure, this is not a compliment but irony - but he is indeed the best match for everyone Shao Qihan has ever met" "Pure and sparse" is a person with these four words.

He has ambition, but this ambition is pure, he has passion, but this desire is clean, he handles things smoothly, but the essence of this smoothness is alienation, he treats people gently, but this gentleness contains indifference.

The closer he gets to Murong Jiu, the more Shao Qihan can discover the complexity of Murong Jiu's character, and the more he can discover the simplicity of Murong Jiu's complexity—maybe that's why he is attracted unconsciously. Before I knew it, I fell into a huge, carefully woven net.

Shao Qihan was still standing there thinking whether he should sneak to the garden again for another "destroy flowers with hot hands", and Murong Jiu appeared in the living room for the third time.

Murong Jiu obviously came to observe why Shao Qihan didn't come to eat for a long time. How could it take so long to make a phone call?Could it be that Shao Qihan was talking on the phone with his sweetheart?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Murong Jiu couldn't help shivering.

He really couldn't imagine how Shao Qihan, who was in love, got tired of it.

Even in his previous life, he watched his best friend successfully capture the innocent girl Bai Xiaoxi, but he had never seen Shao Qihan do anything "out of line", but it might have something to do with his light bulb. The reason between the two.

Murong Jiu still remembers that in her previous life, before she did that thing and confessed her love, Bai Xiaoxi would often ask her to go to the library to study, go to the cinema to watch movies, and so on. At the beginning, the two of them were good friends, but in the end they were bound to each other. It will evolve into a threesome of him, Shao Qihan, and Bai Xiaoxi, and more often, when Bai Xiaoxi calls, he rushes away, and after meeting, he sees Shao Qihan's face that can be pulled to the ground Bad face.

For some reason, Murong Jiu still feels a little nostalgic when thinking of Shao Qihan who was jealous of Bai Xiaoxi and himself from time to time during that time.

It's a pity that everything is in the past.

And he won't let this happen again.

Murong Jiu secretly swears in his heart that even if Shao Qihan fell in love with... well, Bai Xiaoxi again this time, he doesn't care, he will never interfere.

One time is enough to break off friendship with a brother because of a woman, Murong Jiu doesn't want to go through it again, otherwise what would he do after being reborn?

However, he was still very curious about who Shao Qihan fell in love with!

Looking at him now, he is really a "fool in love". What are you doing standing there foolishly holding a flower?

Murong Jiu approached Shao Qihan with big strides, both amused and helpless, grabbed his hand and said, "What are you doing? Come and eat after the phone call, the food is cold!"

Shao Qihan, who was pulled by Murong Jiu, woke up with a start. He held Murong Jiu's warm and dry hand very consciously, and let out a satisfied sigh in his heart.

"What are you doing picking my flowers?" Murong Jiu, who didn't realize that she was eaten tofu, raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Oh, this." Shao Qihan secretly wrapped his fingers around Murong Jiu's, and raised the chrysanthemum with the other hand and said solemnly: "I took it off after looking good, look——"

Murong Jiu stared sideways at the chrysanthemum that was twirled by a few slender fingers, nodded and said, "It's pretty." He paused, and then added, "You picked it off because it looks so good? Let it bloom." Wouldn't it be nice for a while?"

Shao Qihan choked up, and said very aggrieved: "I think it drives well, so I want to give it to you."

"..." Murong Jiu looked at Shao Qihan, who was pretending to be sad, in a very speechless manner. The herd of horses that he hadn't seen for a long time had left and returned and stepped across his heart, leaving a mess.

It seems that today is really a wonderful day, not only himself, even Shao Qihan fell ill.

Murong Jiu took the white chrysanthemum in Shao Qihan's hand, and said sarcastically, "Thank you very much, but you are naked/naked/borrowing flowers to present Buddha, right? Huh? Even the flowers are pulled from the Buddha's back garden. of."

"Ajiu, you are so humorous." Shao Qihan complimented without changing his face: "It's a pity that there is not a single pure white flower in the Buddha's garden."

The two of them had already arrived at the kitchen while they were talking. Seeing that the food on the dining table was still well laid out and white smoke was still rising, Shao Qihan couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

Murong Jiu looked at the chrysanthemum in his hand, and then inserted the flower into the flower arrangement placed in the center of the dining table for decoration, and said, "Isn't it just that the base of the petals is a little green? Is this normal?"

"Ajiu doesn't like white?" Shao Qihan sat down at the dining table, he seemed to ask casually, but in fact he had already pricked up his ears and listened nervously to Murong Jiu's answer.

Murong Jiu wiped his hands with the hot towel in front of him and said, "White gets dirty too easily."

Murong Jiu, who was fiddling with a few round longans at the bottom of the jar with a spoon, paused when he heard his friend's words, and then said indifferently as if he had no special reaction: "Sometimes it gets dirty when it's dirty, and you just wash it at all." not drop."

Just like myself at that time, once I did something wrong, I would never be trusted by others again.

Now in this world, no one will believe the lie of "Wolf is coming" twice, and most people will not even believe the first time.

"Maybe you still don't believe it, but I still say that - I haven't told you a single lie. It was like this before, and it's still like this now. As for the future..."

Was that what he said to Shao Qihan at the time?Shao Qihan should still not believe him, right?Yes, if Shao Qihan believed it, he wouldn't be chasing him so hard.

It can be seen how correct the saying "one step is wrong, every step is wrong", even to the extent that you die, it is wrong for death to happen to you - you should not appear in this world, scum .

Murong Jiu forced himself to remain calm, and forced himself to forget these past events.

Think of some good ones, think that you are fully prepared and can perfectly prevent mistakes from happening.

In fact, Murong Jiu had already hired people to install pinhole cameras in this villa. Apart from the bathroom, even his own bedroom was under strict surveillance.

At that time, when Uncle Dai learned about this, he almost didn't think that his young master was crazy. Who would install such a thing in his home?

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

Murong Jiu ate in silence, sighing inwardly.

Shao Qihan on the other side of the dining table instinctively felt Murong Jiu's displeasure, he gave a vague "huh" and then said nothing again, strictly abiding by the traditional etiquette of "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep".

He had already noticed the changes in Murong Jiu - he became more sophisticated in his actions and sharper in his vision, but in contrast, he became more calm and his mind became more unpredictable.

In Shao Qihan's view, Murong Jiu in the past was like a clear river, which could see the bottom at a glance, but now Murong Jiu has become a deep well, where the water comes from and where it goes, how deep the water is and how the water quality Hiding in the darkness, Shao Qihan lay on the edge of Murong Jiu's well and stretched his neck to look down, but he could only see a small wave of light rippling. When he picked up a stone and threw it into the well, he could only hear a sound. sound.

But fortunately, they are the bamboo horses that have known each other for many years. Shao Qihan still has a deep understanding of Murong Jiu. Maybe for others, they can't notice the changes in Murong Jiu. After all, Murong Jiu is still the gentle and polite Murong Jiu, Murong Jiu. The president is still the humbly President Murong.

But Shao Qihan was not satisfied!For him, it was a thief who suddenly appeared and stole part of the jewels he had hoarded for a long time. Even if the remaining jewels were all worthless, he still felt very heartbroken.

Ah Jiu!you've changed!It's gone bad!

One day, he, Shao Qihan, will completely occupy the well named Murong Jiu, and then take it apart from top to bottom, inside and outside to look at it all!Shao Qihan stuffed a chopstick of rice into his mouth in grief and indignation.

The author has something to say: Shao Xiaogong: One day, I want everyone to know that I have contracted your well, Ajiu!

Jiu Xiaoshou: Get out! ! !

Shi Xiaoliu: Could the chrysanthemum and the well be a metaphor for something else?Hmm... hehe...