He is a widow

At this moment, the young man's eyes are blurred, his consciousness is muddled, and he has no idea what he is doing.

The crimson color on his cheeks was smudged, and even the ears were flushed. From the cold and charming white rose under the moonlight, to the burning peach blossom beside the stream, it shimmered so brightly that the whole world lit up for a moment.

Want... want what?

Many things flashed through my mind in an instant.

Xie Yunyan blinked, unable to see the picture in front of her eyes clearly, and said vaguely: "I want..."

"want to……"

"Is it okay to want anything?"

"Of course," said the voice, "as long as it's what you want."

On the other side of the table, as he hesitated, the man's eyes gradually turned cold, and his eyes rested on his slightly heaving chest.

Lively and moving...

Greedy, dissatisfied...

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly.Gradually, the light dimmed, as if completely isolated from the outside world——

"Wow!"

Xie Yunyan's eyelashes trembled, and she blushed and whispered, "Is it okay to eat peach jam?"

"..."

Fu Siyin paused.

The atmosphere in the room was a little weird for a moment.

Xie Yunyan continued to mutter to herself: "I used to want to keep fit, but the teacher didn't let me eat more. Now I want to keep fit, and Brother Liang doesn't allow me to eat too much... huh."

He was really drunk.

Although the drunk Xie Yunyan wasn't crazy about drinking, it was obvious that he would say some things that he wouldn't normally say.

The man on the other side also noticed this.

... Or rather, he made him drunk on purpose.

Another moment passed by, and Fu Siyin's eyes were dim, as if he was in deep thought.

Finally, the man spoke again.

A clear voice that sounded directly in my mind asked, "Then why do you say you are widowed?"

"think……"

Xie Yunyan's words were a bit vague, and his enunciation was not clear.But this question does not require much thought or hesitation.

The young man opened his mouth, and suddenly curled his lips in a childish manner, his beautiful brows were furrowed, looking strangely aggrieved.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Isn't it—"

"It's not because of those rotten peach blossoms!"

Muttering, the young man expressed his depression for a long time, "Those people don't listen to what they say, greasy men who talk to themselves! Pu Xin still can't understand the bastard who refuses! Come up like a peacock..."

"I don't want to be in a relationship at all, I've made it clear enough!"

"I... so I thought, it's better to be widowed."

"It's all right now," his eyes suddenly became sly, sparkling like little stars, "I'm widowed, and my dead husband is still following, let's see if they're afraid. Hmph!"

This snort was like the pads of a kitten's paw patting on the soft heart.

"Oh?"

Fu Siyin listened, but didn't stop there.He quietly asked: "So..."

"You don't really need a dead ghost husband?"

"Forehead……"

Xie Yunyan's brain froze for a moment, and suddenly felt that this question was not right.

What do you mean... What do you mean you don't really need a dead ghost husband?

Where in the world did the ghost come from—wait, even if there was, where did he get the dead ghost husband?

Moreover, the stance of these words is so strange, why does it seem... as if he wants a dead ghost husband, and the dead ghost husband can come?

He was in a daze, his brain was muddy by the smell of alcohol, and he couldn't figure it out.Half asleep and half awake, Xie Yunyun murmured: "No."

"I love my husband so much, of course I hope he can come back."

Probably because this part finally hit Xie Yunyan, he was so excited that he widened his eyes and stared straight at Fu Siyin who was opposite him.

... This guy, who specifically asked these questions, could he be like that Bian Yuan, secretly thinking about recording, so as to catch him?

However, this man is extraordinary, not like that kind of villain.

Xie Yunyun was confused.

The thoughts that have been smoked by alcohol can't think about the current situation at all.He raised his right hand and placed it on his left chest.As if taking an oath, he said word by word: "I love my husband very much, don't talk nonsense."

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

"I don't want anyone but him!"

"I...I just want my...husband!"

He said one dead ghost husband in one mouthful, which was quite smooth.

"..."

The eyes of the man on the opposite side were heavy, and he suddenly raised his hand to touch his forehead - finally, he laughed softly.

This smile is different from the previous ones.

Heck.

Xie Yunyan's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at the other party stupidly.But in the next second, his eyes became more and more sleepy, and he almost lay down on the table.

The head of the young man is bit by bit, and he is about to fall asleep.

...At the moment when the forehead was about to hit the corner of the table, the fingers of the slender hand stretched out and caught him.

When the warm cheek touched the slightly cool palm, she shivered slightly.

Xie Yunyan was a little sober, subconsciously looked up.

"... Mr. Fu?"

Although he was still drunk, he still recognized people.

He was sleepy and tired, trying to pull himself together, trying to hold on for a while.But soon, he was so sleepy that he couldn't help himself, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Fu Siyin got up and lightly picked him up horizontally.The young man was ignorant and leaned into his arms.

Then they walked out of the room.

It's like being detached from another world, separating everything.The man carried the youth all the way out without anyone noticing.

The surroundings seemed to be separated by an invisible and intangible film, without hindrance or hindrance, and within a short while, Fu Siyin brought Xie Yunyan back to Xie's house.

He walked through the corridor and up the stairs at a leisurely pace. All the doors opened automatically in front of him, making way for him silently, until he came to the bedroom.

Fu Siyin put the person on the bed, Xie Yunyan seemed to sense the familiar texture, muttered something, and rubbed against the pillow.

...and slept more soundly.

He didn't feel anything about the man who was close at hand, and he didn't know anything.

So, he didn't see...

After he fell asleep, the tall and straight man bent over, stroked the red mole on his wrist with his fingertips, and paused slightly.That small piece of skin was extremely sensitive, and instantly turned red and smudged, like some kind of trace.

"Three months..."

Finally, half of the words disappeared into the room.

No one knows.

***

"Hurry up! There is still a truck to unload!"

The next morning, Xie Yunyan was woken up by the noise outside the window.

It wasn't a huge movement, but it was loud, as if it had been made against his door.There were constant noises, and someone was directing something, like...moving?

Xie Yunyan rubbed his head with a dull headache, got up with difficulty, and walked out with his slippers.Before opening his eyes completely, he suddenly opened the door: "You..."

There was indeed someone outside the door.

Not a lot.

The roads to the left and right of Xie’s small villa were tightly sealed by several large trucks, making it impossible to advance or retreat. On the trucks, there were staff members wearing LOGO uniforms carrying things down. Xie Yunyan didn’t see clearly, so he called sneeze.

"Ah - sneeze!"

what?The smell is so strong?

and many more……

He suddenly widened his eyes and raised his hand to rub it, suspecting that he was dreaming.

From the gate of Xie's house to the farthest place that the naked eye can see, there are flowers all over.

Still red roses.

The warm, blooming, and endless sea of ​​roses filled his vision.Moreover, judging by the way the staff are still busy, this is far from the whole story.

How can there be so many flowers?Where did it come from?

Seeing that the door of Xie's house was opened, one of the uncles who were transporting them passed through the "sea of ​​flowers", ran over with small steps, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a hearty smile, "You are Mr. Xie Yunyan, right?"

Without waiting for Xie Yunyan to respond, he scratched his head and answered himself: "It should be, the young man is so good-looking, no wonder someone sent so many flowers."

Xie Yunyan: ...

The bad premonition came true.

It's not that no one has sent it before, so he is not surprised.However, this time it was really too much.

He immediately asked back, "Who sent the flowers?"

"The lover's roses brought in by air from Bavaria are not available in China yet." The uncle said cheerfully, "Young people just know how to play," and said, "It's a Mr. Xuan."

... Xuan Wenbin!

Xie Yunyan gritted her teeth secretly, only wanting to kill someone.

Coupled with the hangover, his expression was not very good-looking.The uncle didn't pay attention, and looked down for the order, asking him to sign for it.

Xie Yunyan has been given flowers many times, so she is very experienced in this.When the uncle was busy searching, he immediately stopped the other party: "Wait a minute."

Since these flowers were airlifted from abroad, it would be very troublesome to return them, and he didn't have Xuan Wenbin's phone number, so it was a bit difficult to do it all of a sudden.

However, difficult things have to be done.

When dealing with people like Xuan Wenbin, his attitude must be even more decisive, and he must not let him have any opportunities to take advantage of.

Xie Yunyan asked directly: "Do you recycle these flowers?"

"what???"

The uncle was stunned.After being stunned for a while, he said: "There are too many, and it is not easy to recycle."

This is not 99, nor nine hundred and ninety-nine, but a full hundred thousand roses.

Even if Baijing is a big city, it can't absorb so many roses in a short period of time, let alone rare varieties, expensive, and few people have such a luxury.

Xie Yunyan said without even thinking about it: "Then how about this, in the name of Xuan Wenbin, send it to all the schools in the city, and say to present flowers to the teachers... I will pay for the delivery fee."

Uncle: "..."

"You young people are too good at playing" on his face now.

The door was closed, and while Xie Yunyan was heartbroken for the huge delivery fee he had lost, he wished that Xuan Wenbin would never show up—because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist beating him.

"Ding dong..."

He wondered whether he should go back to sleep, when the doorbell rang.Xie Yunyan felt that it must be Xuan Wenbin. He took a deep breath and opened the door again——

"I don't want roses...Mr. Fu???"

It was not yet clear in the early morning, and a man in a dark suit stood outside the door with an elegant posture and extraordinary charm.Those extremely deep black eyes looked at him with a smile, like an abyss in the bottomless and unfathomable sea.

Seeing this pair of eyes, Xie Yunyan was immediately stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He was just about to ask.Fu Siyin's smile deepened, as if he had some deep meaning.

Then he held out his hand, holding a black rose as if by magic.

The man said in a low voice but clearly: "I think, I should also bring this."

Xie Yunyun:? ? ?

Is there a big discount at the florist today?

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