flying planet

Zhang Weinian went to Jian Xinglai's office for a stroll around the time when he was about to get off work. His boss was really conscientious, it was already at this point, and there was no sign of leaving.

Jian Xinglai looked up at his secretary.

Zhang Weinian hypocritically said: "It's all over, why don't you go back to eat?"

Jian Xinglai turned the pen around and said calmly, "Do you want to accompany me to work overtime?"

Zhang Weinian: "I'll go right away! Go right away!"

Jian Xinglai didn't really want to work overtime. Since Ye Xiwu moved to his place, Jian Xing's time to get off work has been unconsciously more than half an hour earlier than before. Arrow" means.

After Zhang Weinian left, Jian Xinglai didn't have much thought of staying any longer. He drove back to the villa in the east of the lake, sat in the underground garage for a while, and finally returned to the yard.

It was rare for Ye Xiwu to not be in the greenhouse.

Jian Xinglai stood on the other side of the lawn, looking at the lonely swing outside the greenhouse for a while.

Sometimes he would flash through those very absurd and even ridiculous ideas, for example, what if Ye Xiwu was a woman.

He may not be so repulsive to love and marriage, and he will not marry in business. He can marry Ye Xiwu without feeling that there is any problem with relying on the other party. The desire for control and monopoly seems to have become smooth. Eighteen or nineteen children, Ye Xiwu will never know and cannot leave him in this life.

But Ye Xiwu is a man.

Jian Xinglai didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party being a man, but he always had no more suitable reason to try to hold him down for a long time and forever.

If the human heart is like a desert, then Ye Xiwu planted a flowery dream in this withered heart.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa usually have the curtains closed all year round. Jian Xinglai stood in the yard for a long time before turning around and preparing to enter the house. The moment he turned his head, the curtains were suddenly pulled open from inside.

Ye Xiwu stood in the brightly lit room and glanced over.

The two of them obviously didn't have much preparation, they saw each other unexpectedly and hastily, so they stood there in a daze through a floor-to-ceiling window.

Ye Xiwu made a move first. He didn't know if it was because he was so surprised that he forgot his situation, and with an expression of eagerness to greet him, he walked forward without hesitation, opened his mouth, and "touched" his forehead first. The sound hit the window glass.

Jane Xinglai: "..."

That blow was really not light, and a clear sound could be heard from outside. Ye Xiwu covered his forehead, closed his painful eyes, and slowly squatted down, but as if he was afraid that Jian Xing would come and leave, he moved Holding on to the glass, he leaned back against his blushed forehead.

Jian Xinglai didn't leave, he took a few steps closer and watched Ye Xiwu quietly through the glass.

"?" Ye Xiwu mouthed, "Why don't you come in?"

Jian Xinglai didn't speak.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and stuck it outside the glass, facing Ye Xiwu's forehead.

Ye Xiwu looked at him with a puzzled face.

Jian Xinglai's palm stroked up and down through the glass twice, then leaned closer and took a breath, and stroked twice to wipe off the mist.

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Jian Xinglai made a clear mouth shape, and he asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Ye Xiwu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his forehead was bumped a little bit, and it was still swollen after a while, but it couldn't be blamed for the thick glass in his house, so he could only wait awkwardly for Jian Xing to bring the medicine box.

Jian Xinglai was completely unaware that he had just made such a provocative move, sitting opposite Ye Xiwu and pouring safflower oil like a normal person.

Ye Xiwu peeked at him, and when he saw the other person's gaze coming, she looked away pretending nothing happened.

Jian Xinglai stretched out his hand, straightened his chin, and said calmly, "Look at me."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Jian Xinglai rubbed safflower oil on the forehead of the other party.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ye Xiwu had no choice but to ask in order to ease the embarrassment.

Jian Xing came to wipe and said, "Not yet."

Ye Xiwu: "I cooked the rice."

Jian Xinglai lowered his eyes and looked at him.

Ye Xiwu's nose was right near Jian Xinglai's wrist, and the breath he exhaled was like a soft leaf tip, gently itching his pulse.

"I fried the prawns you like." Ye Xiwu was obviously confident in his skills, and he said proudly, "It tastes good."

Finally, Jian Xinglai couldn't hold back, and the corners of his lips raised a little. He packed up the cotton balls and the safflower oil bottle, glanced at Ye Xiwu, and said, "What else is there besides shrimp? Hyacinth?"

"..." Ye Xiwu's face was exposed with embarrassment.

Jian Xinglai finally felt something interesting: "Do you treat me as a woman? Send flowers to coax me when you are angry?"

Ye Xiwu thought in her heart, "It would be great if you were a woman", but said on the mouth: "You are more angry than a woman, and sending flowers may not be a good coaxing."

"Who said that?" Jian Xinglai said without any unnecessary expression on his face, he said seriously and naturally, "You have coaxed me so many times, which one failed?"

As Jian Xinglai said, although he has a bad personality and is moody, he doesn't know when he started to tolerate Ye Xiwu to varying degrees.

There is a big gap between the two in terms of background and family conditions. Ye Xiwu’s gardening club in college had no one to help, so he also forced Jian Xing to be a strong man. It was called "Since you slept in my bed , you must never sleep in vain."

From then on, Jian Xinglai had a preliminary understanding of the matter of "planting flowers". He was forced by Ye Xiwu to pack the cultivation soil, push the cement trolley through most of the playground, and transport the weeds to the incinerator for burning. In the end, the purchased earthworms had to be put into the greenhouse. When Jian Xinglai first started doing these things, the consequences were more serious than killing him.

In normal times, he would rather not go to the conservatory to take a nap than to get involved with Ye Xiwu, but obviously, Ye Xiwu is not so sensible.

Whether it was relying on his status as a senior to block people, or threatening him with his credits, Ye Xiwu would subvert Jian Xinglai's previous understanding of him.

In the whole half semester, Jian Xinglai never had a good face towards Ye Xiwu one day, and he never took the initiative to say a word to the other party, until Ye Xiwu stopped him after finishing his work.

"It's been so long, I'm still angry." When Ye Xiwu looked at him, she always smiled more, "There's nothing wrong with working, and I'm exercising." He said, pointing Jian Xing came to the exposed arm, "Look, it's much stronger."

Jian Xinglai's movements of pressing the soil paused, he was still wearing gloves, he didn't speak, and deliberately threw a small handful of mud at Ye Xiwu's face.

Ye Xiwu pretended to dodge it, but still splashed one or two places on his cheeks, he was not angry, and laughed in a good mood: "But why don't you get a tan?"

Jian Xinglai said without expression: "Inherited."

Ye Xiwu made a grimace: "Smelly."

Jian Xinglai stopped talking and concentrated on pressing the soil. After a while, Ye Xiwu called him again.

"Stop first." He said, pulling Jian Xinglai's arm, "I'll show you something."

Jian Xinglai was afraid that the mud on the gloves would stain his clothes, so he could only stand up reluctantly and follow Ye Xiwu. The other party took him to the side of a greenhouse, and raised a small corner for Jian Xinglai to squat down look.

"Look at what?" Jian Xinglai frowned and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly bumped into a field of bright red roses. He didn't know when Ye Xiwu planted them, and the petals were drenched with water. Every flower was blooming beautifully.

Ye Xiwu seemed to be afraid of disturbing Hua, and said softly, "You brought the soil here, half of the credit is due to you."

Jane Xinglai: "..."

Ye Xiwu continued: "These are for you, cut them out later, tie them up and take them back to the dormitory."

Jian Xinglai opened his mouth, and after a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you give it to me?"

Ye Xiwu laughed, and he said half-truthfully as if joking: "Because you are a little prince, there is a red rose that belongs to you on another planet, but I really don't know which one you like." One, so you can only plant so many."

He held his chin and blinked at Jian Xinglai, "It's been so many days, don't be angry with me, okay?"