I heard that every color of each flower has its own exclusive flower language.

For example, in a mandala, white represents purity, blue represents deception, red represents blood love, green represents hope, pink represents suitability, black represents death, and gold represents happiness.

If Bai Muyan is a mandala, then he must be purple, terrifying purple.

I exhaled and was about to blurt out the answer when the door clicked and opened.

This is probably the perfect third option for a dilemma.

Bai Muyan and I ended this conversation very tacitly.

In a Chinese-style family, most of the busy people in the kitchen are women with bibs, and the living room is usually a man with his legs crossed.

At the moment, we are playing such a trick very cliché.

"Xiaoqi, have you ever thought about learning to make a few specialty dishes?"

Zuo Lan skillfully put the dishes into the pot and stirred, and said.

I bent down by the pool, washed the beef and chicken, washed the chicken and mushrooms, and was now washing the greens.

To put it bluntly, I really don't like the kitchen and the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen. If a woman has to be able to cook a few specialty dishes, then I'd rather be a man.

But Zuo Lan is a more terrible existence than the kitchen and the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen, and I have to treat it hypocritically: "I don't seem to have the talent to cook, but, fortunately, Beisheng doesn't have any requirements for me in this regard." ”

"Uh," it was clear that the two people were standing with their backs to each other, but I really felt a solemn aura rise: "There is a time when a man does not ask for it, it does not mean that he does not ask for it, maybe he is ignorant enough to be unworthy of the man's request." I heard Beisheng say, this morning you made him a black sesame paste boiled oatmeal wolfberry? ”

I paused my hand, and my chest jumped suddenly: "You have a really good relationship, and even this little thing will be communicated in private." ”

"Good relationship? Beisheng and I are not just in a good relationship. ”

Zuo Lan's words made me tremble.

Bai Muyan is not wrong, I have a heart for this world. But go with the flow, with the state of mind, not those dark, dirty, muddy things. Especially this kind of person or thing that the world is declining, the people's hearts are not ancient, and the junior is arrogant and vulgar to the bone, I resolutely do not follow the trend or follow the trend.

"In human nature, there is probably a characteristic that likes to whisper behind others' backs. What a coincidence," I raised my two wet hands, waved them a few times in mid-air, turned around, stared at the good wife and mother who was cooking attentively, and smiled maliciously: "You and my husband are talking about me outside, and your fiancé is discussing you with me at home." Is this considered a close match, a draw?"

Zuo Lan was stunned for a moment, and the stiff pestle holding the spatula was in mid-air.

The beef that stops stir-frying begins to sizzle.

After a while, the spatula danced again, and after three or two clicks, with a snap, Zuo Lan turned off the heat, and the steaming beef came out of the pot. When the serving is over, she is not in a hurry to make a second course.

Put down the pot, turned around, and faced me, the anger in her eyes was incompatible with her beauty: "Words, you can't get any better than each other until you say them." What do you say about me, say it. ”

"Most of the people who like to talk about people behind their backs have a heart that doesn't know how to be safe, and I have a lot of problems, but I don't have the stinky problem of being restless and guarding myself. I corrected, "So, it's not 'you', it's 'your fiancé." ”

Zuo Lan bit her lower lip, so that she couldn't speak.

I didn't bother to pity the jade, so I simply continued: "Your fiancé said that I was jealous of you. Perhaps, that's what you think in your heart?"

"Because of Beisheng?"

Zuo Lan asked very seriously.

I made an unknown expression and shrugged: "I hope it's not because of Jiang Beisheng." One is his close friend, the other is his friend's beloved fiancée, no matter how you understand it, it seems to become a joke. Perhaps, not a joke, but shamelessness. ”

"You ......" Zuo Lan hesitated for a moment, the anger in her eyes began to slowly dissipate as the hesitation intensified, and when she asked again, there was no trace of it: "You don't know who I am?"

Why is this problem again?

"Should I know who you are? Or rather, we knew each other before?"

"It turns out that Beisheng hasn't told you yet. Zuo Lan was obviously relieved, and a smug smile appeared in her eyes: "It's always difficult for outsiders to interfere in the affairs between your husband and wife." Who am I, what is my relationship with Beisheng, and it is better to wait for Beisheng to tell you in person in the future. ”

The aura changed all at once, and I smelled the smell of my defeat.

Although reluctant to admit it, this defeat seems to have been reversed.

"For your second question," Zuo Lan showed the generosity of a victor, and smiled more and more deeply: "I can give you a reminder." ”

I frowned, "So, we really know each other?"

"Count, it doesn't count. ”

Is that counts or not?

I glared at her in displeasure.

She glared back at me arrogantly: "Central Cinema, you said you were pregnant." ”

It turned out to be her, and it turned out to be her.

I let out an "oh" in realization.

After the "oh", the mood was even worse.

Bai Muyan's fiancée was Jiang Beisheng's former blind date, because I inadvertently told a little lie and caused them to fly apart.

In this way, I don't seem to be qualified to condemn this junior at all.

This meal, I ate the taste of Hongmen feast. Locked on the edge of the table, just sullen. Bai Muyan in front of him on the left was heartless, and his eyebrows moved, did this man know that his fiancée and his friend were in love?

Alas, looking at his eating appearance, I probably don't know.

I sighed.

Zuo Lan, who had worked hard in front of me, glanced at me, and the bowl of soup in front of me had been stirred spoon after spoon for many times.

It looks like he's waiting for the soup to be cold, but it's already cool.

Jiang Beisheng's thoughts, I have never guessed through them, and it is the same at this moment.

After he absentmindedly picked a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and stared at me with a pair of eyes.

I was staring at me in a cold sweat.

"What are you two talking about at home?" Zuo Lan suddenly asked coldly.

"Don't worry, I didn't talk about you. ”

"Talk about your past love history. ”

Bai Muyan and I finished speaking in unison, and the air around us suddenly stopped.

The eyes of the four people swayed in a frozen breath. The silence lasted for about half a minute, and Jiang Beisheng, whose face was ugly, finally locked his eyes on Bai Muyan: "Who should I believe?"