Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

He Shanting went down the stairs and saw a blue plastic cup on the table, saw the paint on the cup and frowned and asked, "Is this cup yours?"

Song Zui unconsciously pinched the melted ice pack in his hand, straightened his back, and was about to say this is a gift from me, when he heard disgusting comments.

"Too ugly, throw it away."

He took a deep breath, walked stiffly to the table and picked up the water glass, and finally couldn't resist throwing it into the trash can, holding the glass as quietly as a mosquito.

"It was meant to be given to you."

He Shanting looked at the young man with his back turned to him, and walked over to take his gift, this time it was finally not as blessed as Donghai Shoubi Nanshan.

"I love this gift."

Song Zui understands that saying you are ugly one second and saying you like it the next second is empty talk. It is no different from a teacher praising you for being smart but not working hard to your parents. It just means that you have received it.

Anyway, after sending them away, Song Zui felt that his devious thoughts were quite boring, and he could do proof questions with this time.

He turned to read the book, and the man seemed to read his mind, holding the thermos cup and said: "Although the cup is not good-looking and full of plastic smell, I like it very much because it was given by you."

"Just like I like the Swiss candy you gave me, I like the clothes you gave me, and I like you too."

Song Zui's heart was pounding, and his beating eardrums were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, so he didn't listen carefully to what the last sentence was saying.

It's probably something I sent myself.

After dinner, He Shanting was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Song Tiantian was lying in the corner watching the TV. Every time at this time, there would be a travel variety show.

The mobile phone at hand suddenly rang, and He Shanting picked up the phone casually, and his grandmother's voice came from the phone: "I heard Xiao Fang said that you have someone you like, when will you bring Berlin to see it?"

"Why does he tell you everything?" He glanced helplessly at the young man who was concentrating on reading in the chair, "It's early."

The person on the phone was a little regretful: "If you get married, I will give him all the wine I made. Is this called a dowry in Huaguo? I hope the other party can treat you better."

He Shanting suddenly lowered his blue eyes, revealing an extraordinarily soft emotion.

"He was very kind to me."

Song Zui, who was sitting on a chair reading a book, pricked up his ears silently. He couldn't understand German, but felt that the other party's tone was extraordinarily warm. After the phone call, he even carefully watered the roses.

He must be on the phone with that girl.

It turned out that Ah Ting was so gentle to everyone. He suddenly felt that the room was hot and dry. He took off his coat and only wore thin short sleeves, but he still couldn't relieve the restlessness in his heart.

He closed the book and walked to the man, looked into the distance and pretended to be calm and asked, "How are you and that girl doing?"

He Shanting watched the boy and said in a breathy voice.

"Still chasing."

What kind of tone should you use to speak carefully, Song Zui's ears seemed to be brushed by soft feathers, and then the man put his coat on him: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

Obviously the other party's movements were gentle, but an unknown fire burst out of his heart, and he immediately threw the coat back into the man's hand.

"It's none of your business."

He walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, because the temperature dropped and the flowers planted outside became a little listless, Song Zui looked at the flowers and sniffed.

He knew that he didn't blame the other party, he could only blame himself for being stupid for falling in love with someone. After thinking about it carefully, the other party is not good, but the eyes are a little bluer, the nose is a little higher, and he is a little gentle to him occasionally. It's better to have a blue-eyed person cat plush.

But Song Tiantian would not agree, the little cat would go on a hunger strike if he was jealous, or run away from home.

Song Zui was wearing a short sleeve and stood by the window. The cold wind poured in from the window, and he sneezed as the other party said. When he closed the window, he caught a glimpse of the potted plants on the shelf.

The young man stared indifferently at the rose with leaves. Transparent water droplets hung on the green leaves that had just been watered. If this flower could grow, he would be bald.

He Shanting sat on the sofa and saw this scene, while thinking about what medicine to buy, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

Of course, Song Zui would not admit that he had a cold. To prove that he was in good health, he went to take a cold shower. He was very energetic that day. Not only did he finish this week's homework, but he also wrote a small half of the thesis.

He is not as delicate as a certain male model, not to mention that he doesn't have a cold, even if he has a cold, he can heal himself without taking medicine, and there is no need to waste money on medicine.

Then I couldn't get out of bed the next day.

His brain seemed to be stuck in sticky nougat, he was drowsy and unconscious, his nose was blocked and stuffy, and he heard a voice suppressing his temper.

"You know it's hard?"

He felt a hand hugging him, and a cold touch came out of his waist. He raised his limp hand in an attempt to threaten the other party, and retracted into the warm and thick quilt, hiding in a place where he couldn't hug him.

The young man nestled in the quilt like a fragile hermit crab with teeth and claws, whispering that he felt uncomfortable, He Shanting couldn't get angry at Song Zui like this, and touched the young man's hot forehead.

He himself had done something wrong, since he knew that Song Zui had an awkward temper, it would be the same three years ago and three years later, he should have hugged and fed medicine yesterday, and slapped his butt if he didn't obey.

He called the family doctor, wiped the boy's forehead with a wet towel to cool down, and asked the fox cub in the blanket, "Would you like to be cool again next time?"

"Don't be greedy anymore."

"Will you take your medicine obediently?"

The fox cub who was always competing with him during this time nodded obediently, his wet curly hair scattered on his white forehead like a good baby who can answer all questions.

Too cute to kiss.

He Shanting restrained his thoughts and urged the family doctor, hung up the phone and looked down at the unusually soft Song Zui, and said solemnly for a while, "Then do you like me?"

"do not like."

Hearing this answer, he was not surprised to close his eyes, his long eyelashes cast dark shadows on his pale complexion, he paused for a while before pursing his lips and asked, "Why?"

Known for his calmness, he tightly gripped the towel in his hand, without even realizing how hard he was gripping it, until the water droplets fell onto Song Zui's cheeks.

The young man didn't seem to like the touch of water falling on his face. He frowned drowsily, and answered the thoughts buried in his heart in a dull voice: "Because you water the roses every day."

"You don't water me every day."

The unconscious young man made complaints without thinking, with vague grievances in his voice, but He Shanting understood that it was because he was dissatisfied with liking others, and the reason he didn't like him was just that he liked others.

His lips that were pursed into a straight line suddenly bent, and his dark eyes also warmed up, shining like the sun after the fog has dispersed.

"I can also live in a flower pot." The young man said in a low voice, because his nose was blocked and his voice was thick.

Probably the wild little red fox was envious of the domestic roses in pots, and wanted to pull out the flowers quietly, digging into the soil, leaving the red tip of its tail to pretend that it was a domestic rose.

No wonder he always stared at the flower pot with malicious intentions, He Shanting lowered his head and kissed the young man's forehead, and asked in a low tone full of bewitching: "Then you will be my little rose?"

The boy frowned as if he was thinking seriously, but he was so sick that he couldn't think of anything, so he finally said something instinctively.

"Okay."