When Lin Qing opened the car door, he saw a bouquet of red roses lying on the seat of the car, which was just right, bold and enthusiastic.

She was stunned, and the blood supply in her brain was suddenly insufficient, so that she did not react for a long time, and stood in a daze in the rain that was falling heavier and heavier.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, and didn't rush her, but quietly tilted the umbrella towards her, helping her cover the falling raindrops, and his white shirt was mostly wet.

Lin Qing's eyes were sour, and he couldn't help but turn his head and ask him, "Gave it to me?"

He smiled, "Of course, Miss Lin." ”

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the umbrella is almost unable to cover it.

He coaxed her, "Get in the car, that's yours." ”

As soon as Lin Qing got in the car, he held the rose in his hand, and the surprise in his eyes was undisguised. The roses were very fresh, and when she gently stirred with the petals, there were still some droplets of water popping out, I don't know if it was the water that the flower shop had watered earlier, or if the raindrops had just fallen on the core when he bought them.

She leaned in and sniffed it, and sure enough, it was a tangy aroma. The scent of roses is special, not messy, not pungent, not banal, just faintly seductive.

He hadn't been waiting for her in the conference room just now, so he should have taken advantage of that time to buy flowers.

She turned to him and smiled, "Thank you, I love it." ”

His eyes unconsciously bent again, and his eyes fell on her, as if to say to the rose in her arms, "I like it too." ”

Obviously, his eyes fell on the roses, but Lin Qing's body was inexplicably hot, as if he was confessing to her.

He saw Lin Qing's slightly reddened ears, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was even greater, and his body trembled, as if he was forbearing, and the moment she looked over, he immediately retracted his gaze and began to start the car.

When Lin Qing lowered his head again and played with the petals, he finally laughed silently. The mood is bright and the smile is wanton.

Unfortunately, Dr. Xu didn't see that the woman with red ears was also bowing her head and smiling brightly.

Lin Qing couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, there is no girl who doesn't love flowers, maybe she will say that sending flowers is too uneconomical, but she is always the happiest when she receives flowers.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time she has received roses.

There aren't too many people chasing her, but there have always been. Lin Qing's peach blossom is a mystery, from elementary school to work, there are people chasing her at every stage, not too many, just two or three.

She herself sometimes feels amazed, her facial features are definitely not the best in the class, especially when she is studying, she doesn't like to dress up, but her peach blossoms reached their peak in junior high school, and there are more than a dozen people chasing her in junior high school.

She was also curious, and later asked one of the boys, and the boy said that he thought she had a good personality and should be easier to chase.

She was a little depressed at the time and completely broke off the idea of early love. Lin Qing is most likely the kind of girl in the class who is not eye-catching, but kind and warm, and has good popularity with both boys and girls.

However, she has always disliked the ambiguous relationship with people who are not interested, so she generally pinchs it off mercilessly, and she never accepts natural gifts, chocolates, and flowers.

Later, she also liked to buy flowers for herself, but more often than not, lilies or sunflowers. It's not because she doesn't like roses, but in her heart, buying roses requires a sense of ritual.

Buying a lily and putting it in a vase is a love of life.

And roses can't be bought for yourself at will. The more times there are, the sense of ritual is diluted.

And now, she waited for the man who bought her roses. Roses, he, are all she likes, and now he is holding roses, which is what she likes very much.

Lin Qing played with the roses, and only looked up at him after he had had enough, and was surprised to find that his white shirt was mostly wet.

She panicked, and immediately understood that it must have been wet when holding her umbrella just now, so she immediately pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.

He was driving and didn't pick up.

Lin Qing looked up at him, puzzled in his eyes.

He smiled, "It's fine, just a little wet." ”

She frowned, a little unhappy, "You just had a cold." Although he was unhappy, his tone was soft and glutinous, as if he was coquettish, just like the feeling of Xu Xingxing's tail sweeping his wrist, crispy and numb.

He held the steering wheel in his hand and pointed his fingers with a finger.

"It's raining outside and it's not safe for me to drive with one hand. ”

Lin Qing was stunned, and then glared at him angrily.

He laughed unabashedly and wantonly.

It's very good, and it's like catching a duck on the shelf.

Her ears were already red, like roses in her arms. She couldn't help biting her lip, but she didn't refuse.

Wipe the body of the person you like, why refuse.

She originally intended to cheer herself up in her heart, but she let the red of her ears spread to her face, burning more and more.

He silently watched her reaction, and began to question whether he would go too far.

He was about to pick up the tissues, but she avoided them.

"Drive well. ”

He smiled softly and silently changed the path at the traffic light.

His chest and arms were mostly wet, her fingers were perhaps a little cold, and he shivered slightly when she touched them.

He's in really good shape.

This is the most unscrupulous thought that is racing in her head.

The shirt is close-fitting, and the soaked shirt has a sheer effect, hard muscles, smooth lines, and looming abs.

She likes fitness, and she has seen a lot of muscular men, but she can't quite get that kind of beauty.

On the contrary, it is just right and more intriguing.

He seemed to be a little tense, and his abs were already contoured.

He seemed to be gasping softly as her fingers brushed across his left side of his chest, his heart beating fast. She was about to wipe the water from his neck when he suddenly grabbed her fingers, which were so hot.

She was startled, thinking that he had just blown a cold wind and was starting to heat up again, so she was about to pull her finger out of his hand and touch his forehead.

But he didn't let go, and the Adam's apple rolled a few times, as if he was suppressing something.

There was some worry in her eyes, "Uncomfortable?"

His fingers rubbed lightly against hers and paused, "It's very uncomfortable." ”

This is good, I originally wanted to tease her, but I went around it.

Her fingers weren't honest and she always wanted to touch his forehead.

"Lin Qing, I don't have a fever. ”

He was already sweating on his forehead.

"Then you just said you were uncomfortable. ”

"Well, it's hard. ”

His voice was much lower, as if he was holding up something, slightly hoarse but sultry.

Lin Qing's body was a little hot, and he seemed to understand something.

The atmosphere in the car was burning, consuming oxygen, and she was starting to lose her breath.

His eyes were so hot that she couldn't pretend to be stupid, she just stared at his rolling Adam's apple, and said angrily, "You deserve it." ”

She withdrew her finger and began to look out the window, ignoring him.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the summer rain is like that, passionate, blazing, bold, direct.

She looked at the pedestrians hurrying by the side of the road outside, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift.

She clenched the tissue in her hand and began to laugh silently.

You have to endure the discomfort, and you deserve it.