The city center is also a tourist center, there are many small stalls on the roadside, selling most of the tourist souvenirs, tourists are rubbing shoulders on the street to come and go, Song Qingran seems to be elegant and noble, but he follows Nanbei without a step, occasionally when he sees someone about to hit Nanbei, he quickly blocks people and does not let people bump into her.

The two passed by a small stall selling flowers on the street, and a little girl holding a lot of flowers walked towards Song Qingran. She smiled: "Sir, do you want to buy flowers? A gentleman should coax a lady with flowers." "

As she spoke, she tilted her head, looked at the north and south with a smile, and her mouth was very sweet: "This amazingly beautiful lady should be deserved with the most beautiful roses." "

"Sir, would you like to buy your girlfriend a bouquet of flowers?"

Hearing this, Nanbei frowned slightly, she pursed her lips and looked at the little girl who sold flowers, the little girl was young. is just like a junior high school student, but he came out to sell flowers.

Song Qingran smiled with thin lips, lowered his eyes slightly, touched the tip of his nose with his slender fingers, cleared his throat in a low voice, and said, "Well, I want all these flowers." "

Nanbei raised his eyes to look at him, but before he could meet his gaze, his heart hardened, and he turned around and left directly.

Song Qingran was not in a hurry. Under the delightful gaze of the little girl, he bought all the bouquets, and he asked the little girl to help him arrange the flowers, and he hugged them and prepared to leave.

The little girl smiled happily, and her mouth became sweeter: "Sir." I wish you and your girlfriend eternal happiness. "

Song Qingran smiled, her voice was gentle and magnetic, and the gentleness between her eyebrows and eyes was amazing: "She's not my girlfriend." "

He chuckled in the little girl's slightly surprised eyes: "It's my wife." "

The little girl suddenly realized: "No wonder you are so generous, sir, your wife is very beautiful, she deserves these roses." "

Song Qingran hugged the roses and followed Nanbei like a little daughter-in-law, Nanbei pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

Song Qingran's eyebrows flashed with a hint of helplessness, cheeky. Asked: "Beibei, can we have a meal together at noon?" his tone was as humble as a licking dog.

Nan Nanli ignored him, and even owed a look in his eyes.

Song Qingran lowered his eyes and looked at her beautiful side face, his eyes were gentle, as if no one was around: "Do you like roses?" These flowers are beautiful, but they are not beautiful enough, the roses you have planted in our greenhouse are still there, and they are the most beautiful." "

Nanbei's eyelashes trembled, and his chest seemed to be blocked by cotton wool, Song Qingran always kept mentioning the previous things, the roses they had planted together, the places they had lived together, and the scenery they had seen together......

She didn't like him to mention it before, but it was he who brought it up. She realized that he had always remembered these trivial things.

Song Qingran's throat moved slightly, he was not a person who was good at expressing emotions, taciturn was his character in the past, he didn't think he needed to explain many things, but now he can't, if he does that again, he can only wait to lose Beibei again.

Song Qingran spoke: "Beibei." "

When he called her, he was intimate with a little doting: "My favorite flower of yours has been taking care of me for the past few years, and every time I see that flower, I think, if you come back, you will be happy to see it." "

"Today's flowers are also made up for you, when we first got together, you want roses on the side of the road, I want to buy them for you......" Song Qingran pursed his lips. Squinted his eyes, as if he was a little uncomfortable, "It's me who is too much of a bastard, and I still didn't buy it for you in the end." "

Nanbei remembered this incident and made her half angry at that time. At that time, she saw Song Qingran walking with a girl holding flowers during the day, and when she was dating Song Qingran at night, she coquettishly asked him to give her flowers, and she had to wrap all the flowers.

The scumbag Song Qingran was expressionless and let her hold her arms and hang on his body to be coquettish, unmoved, and even lowered his face and warned her: "If you want flowers, then you go and sell flowers." "

Nanbei didn't care, dragged him to the flowers, and deliberately coquettishly said: "Husband, can you buy me flowers? "

The merchant who sold the flowers also coaxed: "Sir, buy flowers for your beautiful wife, beauty is flowers." "

Song Qingran's dark eyes were heavy. The straight line formed by the thin lips looked cold, as if he was impatient, and he threw his wallet directly to the north and south, and said coldly: "I want to buy it myself." He left without looking back.

Nanbei recalled this incident, raised his eyelids, and saw that Song Qingran was now smiling, with ripples in his eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers that seemed a little ridiculous, standing in front of her to please him.

Nanbei didn't know where her anger came from, she pursed her thin lips. With a cold face, he stretched out his hand expressionlessly, swept the flower in Song Qingran's hand to the ground, and his voice was as cold as being soaked in ice water: "Is it interesting?"

The people passing by around looked at it instantly, and the roses were stained with broken dust. Embarrassed and embarrassed, the north and south didn't give Song Qingran face at all, Song Qingran still stood calmly, the smile on his lips still seemed to be nothing, and then. He bent down and picked up the broken flower again.

Nanbei looked indifferent: "Song Qingran, let me say it again, don't follow me anymore." "

Song Qingran smiled: "Hmm." "

Nanbei was a little weak, she wanted to get angry and threaten him, but after thinking about it, she didn't know what she should say in order to have a deterrent effect, so in the end she didn't say anything at all and left directly.

Song Qingran looked at her back, sighed softly, lowered her eyes and looked at the flowers in her hand, and smiled helplessly, this flower was not thrown away by him, but was taken back by him and placed in a vase.

*

The next day, news related to Song Qingran appeared in the London gossip tabloids, and the picture of the news was Song Qingran who bent down to pick up flowers from the ground, the man's head hung slightly, his black hair was stained with the faint moisture of a rainy day, and his handsome and cold silhouette seemed to be plated with a layer of clear light.

Rainy days, handsome affectionate men, and broken roses are enough to make people reverie countless beautiful stories.

There is also a lot of talk on social networks.

"Is this Mr. Song giving people flowers but being thrown away? I want to know which warrior rejected Mr. Song. "

"If Mr. Song chases me. His face, I can, his money, I can, his temperament. I can!"

"Let's disperse, Mr. Song is married, okay everyone, this must be a tantrum of the young couple. "

"I envy Mr. Song's wife! There is such a handsome guy who gave her flowers, and she was actually thrown away!!"

"Mrs. Song herself is also very good, she is a designer, and she is a childhood sweetheart, and the two of them have also experienced a lot. "

"Mr. Song must have made his wife angry, and I hope his wife will forgive him as soon as possible. "

When Nanbei swiped the news, he wondered if Song Qingran had bought the water army, otherwise he would have spoken for him in the comments?

Yan Yu poured a glass of milk for Nanbei and saw the news on the screen, she smiled: "You threw away the flowers that Song Qingran gave you?"

"Hmm. "

Yan Yu continued to laugh: "It's really feng shui in turn, I remember you said that he didn't buy you flowers before, who would have thought that now he is licking his face and chasing you." "

Nanbei hooked his lower lip as if he didn't care: "He's just unwilling for a while, just greedy for freshness." "

Yan Yu touched her hair: "Our Beibei is so good, Song Qingran must regret it, regret not cherishing you at the beginning, these stinky men are all virtuous." "

Nanbei originally planned to return to the United States, but the words made her stay for a few more days.

When Yan Yu was working, he suddenly received a text message on his mobile phone: "Hello lawyer Yan, I'm Song Qingran, is it convenient to meet?"

Yan Yu's eyes were slightly stunned, and after a while, he hooked the corners of his lower lip, Song Qingran is planning to start with his girlfriend?

The words hung Song Qingran for a long time, and it was not until he got off work that he replied coldly: "I don't have time." "

Song Qingran's phone called, Yan Yu blacked out, he probably changed the number again, Yan Yu hung up, she went out of the office building, and saw Song Qingran in the parking lot without accident.

He leaned against the door of the Maybach, and when he saw Yan Yu appear, he straightened up slightly, raised his eyes, his eyes were clear, and his voice was gentle: "Lawyer Yan, I'm sorry to disturb you, is it convenient to have a meal?"

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows, his voice was like a knife, and he stabbed Song Qingran directly: "Mr. Song is still so annoying, what Beibei hates the most is your domineering style, you should know, right?"

Song Qingran pursed his lips.