flying planet

Many years later, when Jian Xinglai recalled it, he could still clearly remember the cloud-like flowers on this day.

The way Ye Xiwu was holding the flowers seemed to be in his heart.

So in Jian Xing's heart, there are mountains in the clouds, and roads in the sea of ​​flowers, but the mountain roads seem to have no end. He seems to be holding a pair of hands full of flower fragrance in the warm wind.

Jian Xinglai thought of the Xingxing bottle that he smashed many years ago, and the Xiwu flower that Ye Xiwu didn't pick up in the end, finally returned to his hands today.

"I made a star bottle for you." Ye Xiwu was still half squatting, his eyes were full of warmth, he stretched out his hand and gently arranged the flowers in Jian Xinglai's arms, "You can put them back go in."

Jian Xinglai really didn't know what to say. He stared at Ye Xiwu for a long time before slowly asking, "How much did you plant?"

"I have planted a lot." Ye Xiwu leaned forward and put his nose against Jian Xinglai's forehead, "You can have as much as you want, and it will be enough for you for a lifetime."

Zhang Weinian was a little surprised when he didn't see Ye Xiwu at the hotel the next day, but Jian Xinglai arrived quite early, and there was a star-shaped vase on the office table, which contained flowers that Secretary Zhang didn't recognize.

"Where's Boss Ye?" Zhang Weinian asked.

Jian Xing glanced at him and said, "He was tired last night."

I don't know if it's Zhang Weinian's illusion, but I always feel that my boss's focus is on last night and being tired.

"Have you stayed up late?" Zhang Weinian decided to do his duty and asked warmly, "Is Boss Ye 35? It's really not good to stay up late."

Jian Xinglai gave a meaningful "hmm", and he smiled: "Once in a while, I think it's okay."

Zhang Weinian: "..." He was a little horrified by the laughter, and changed the subject, "What kind of flower is that?"

Jian Xinglai followed his gaze to look over, his expression seemed to soften a little, and he said calmly, "Xiwu."

Zhang Weinian: "??" What happened to their boss?Is this the bewilderment of seeing things and thinking about others? !

"Xiwuhua." Jian Xing had an expression of "Are you an idiot?" He paused for a moment, and he seemed to be on a whim, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what the language of flowers is?"

Zhang Weinian thought how could I know... I am not Boss Ye!

Jian Xinglai snorted, his expression was triumphant and happy.

"Do you want to know?" Jian Xinglai said deliberately, "I won't tell you."

Zhang Weinian: "..."

It was already noon when Ye Xiwu woke up. After all, she was old, and it was too much to toss around her waist at night.

There were several missed calls on the phone, all from Jian Xing. After he dialed back, the other party answered quite quickly.

"Are you awake?" Jian Xinglai's voice was clear and clear. In the same night, this person seemed to be okay. Ye Xiwu couldn't help feeling that the rumors from the outside world were unreliable, and his spirit was as fierce as a tiger.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ye Xiwu grabbed her curly-haired bird buns, tied them into a bunch casually, and went into the cubicle to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Jian Xinglai listened to the movement over there, and smiled unconsciously: "I ate, when are you coming?"

Ye Xiwu brushed her teeth and said vaguely, "I'll be here in a while."

Jian Xinglai: "I'll ask Zhang Weilai to pick you up."

Ye Xiwu agreed with a "yes".

Then I heard Jian Xing say again: "You didn't come this morning."

Ye Xiwu: "?"

Jian Xinglai: "I put Xiwuhua on the desk."

Ye Xiwu said "ah", and he laughed: "Did you take it to the hotel?"

"Yeah." Jian Xinglai said lightly, "If you're not here, you can only spend time with me."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Jian Xinglai probably didn't realize the lethality of his love words, and Ye Xiwu didn't understand where he was enlightened, but looking back, Jian Xinglai's mouth was quite sweet when he didn't have this awareness in college.

Zhang Weinian was not very nervous when he drove his boss's car to pick up the "lady boss". When he saw Ye Xiwu, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Have you changed your perfume?" Secretary Zhang asked without holding back.

Ye Xiwu sniffed herself: "No, I just smoked a cigarette."

Zhang Weinian has seen Ye Xiwu smoking. Counting Secretary Zhang and Jian Xing, he has seen countless people. He has seen old, young, ugly, and handsome smoking men. Not 100 but 99. I have to say that handsome men smoke too. He was still a handsome man, with Ye Xiwu's slender fingers holding a cigarette in his pose, any photo he took would be at the level of a male model in a magazine.

Jian Xinglai occasionally wears perfume, but Ye Xiwu doesn't wear it all year round with flowers and plants. Zhang Weinian has felt familiar with the scent of the other person since he got in the car. After several glances, he is suddenly unsure : "The clothes on your body... are you wearing it wrong?"

Ye Xiwu blinked, and he looked down, his mind suddenly stunned.

Zhang Weinian: "..."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Now if the explanation is that I bought the same model, I always feel that there is no silver 300 taels here, not to mention that Ye Xiwu has such a thick skin, and in the end she can only explain embarrassingly: "Hmm... it's too expensive to go out. I'm in a hurry...then what..."

Zhang Weinian looked at him silently, and gave him a fatal blow: "Are you two sleeping in the same room?"

Ye Xiwu: "..."

The two sat in a car in silence.

Zhang Weinian looked at the front of the car expressionlessly, and suddenly said: "He said you were tired last night."

"..." Ye Xiwu had to slap her swollen face to pretend to be fat at this point, and said bravely, "It's not very tired."

Zhang Weinian nodded expressionlessly, and said seriously: "It seems that our boss is not strong enough."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

The time when Jian Xing came to wait for Ye Xiwu was a bit like the bride waiting for the groom at the wedding night in the bridal chamber. Zhang Weinian was not there, but the assistant girl was very active and helped clean the office. Jian Xing Lai looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door of the dressing room several times. The little girl peeked at it for a long time, and tentatively asked, "Would you like to change into a suit with a brighter color?"

Jian Xinglai usually wears a lot of dark three-piece suits. After all, he is professional. He sits in this seat at the age of 33, and his looks are not old-fashioned. There are not a few people in the industry who underestimate his ability because of his face.

"A brighter suit will make you look younger and more beautiful!" The assistant sister suggested sincerely, "You can't waste your face!"

Jian Xinglai seemed to really think about it for a while, he turned and went into the dressing room for a long time, and finally came out wearing a pure white suit.

Assistant girl: "..."

Jian Xing came to ask and asked while wearing cuff buttons: "How is it?"

The assistant girl had a headache and said, "It doesn't need to be so bright...you can go straight to the church with your corsage."