Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The city of Beijing is still so busy, in this city where survival and ideals are struggling to gain a foothold, people are almost about to be erased by the heavy and busy life for the first sweet memory of love, no one will care who and who are tired of yesterday's night, and no one will stop to pay attention to who has and who is sad at the beginning of the morning glow today.

This is Beijing, where people have to keep their brains running at high speed to find the exit of the perfect life, but they always forget or dare not stop to enjoy the holy and beautiful love.

In this second, inside and outside the city that makes people disqualified from staying, the cup of coffee of life is bitter, monotonous and rich for most people, and love is like a piece of gold, and the extravagant sugar cube is not something that all people can afford.

I have to admit that Min-ho is indeed God's favorite, and his luck even he can't believe that it came so quickly and sweetly.

For Min Hao and Zixi, after a hundred turns of waiting and suffering, the originally plain porridge was finally boiled into a sweet and delicious eight-treasure porridge after adding many unforgettable memories of life.

Although the sweetness of the two can not shake every corner of the entire capital, such an intriguing love is enough to make the envy of countless men and women around them who want to say goodbye to Singles' Day with honor.

Min Hao has been sailing in this crowded sea of people with his ideal sails since he wandered into this city, and he never thought that his handsome little frog could become the prince of any swan, and he even stood in front of the Beijing roast duck restaurant countless times, fantasizing that his love can climb a roast duck is enough to be happy.

Life has worn an invisible and untouchable thread for the two, and the two have become more and more spiritual, and the kind of love that was green before was polished between the two people, and gradually the layers of dry green skin became mature.

As Min Ho ran over time, he felt that the stone hanging for Zixi in his heart gradually fell to the ground, and an unprecedented sense of stability gradually solidified in his heart.

The ship, which would have been distant and indefinite, finally saw that it was about to anchor like a lighthouse, and Min Hao's sugar cube melted into Zixi's cup of bitter coffee, which was originally expensive and cold, and even the most monotonous espresso would turn into a fragrant cappuccino.

God marked his happy calendar on a very ordinary sunny Tuesday, this is a very ordinary working day, Zixi is still the same as usual, get up in the morning and go to work after washing, the difference is that she no longer needs to worry about making the bed and housework, she doesn't have to worry about her bedroom becoming a bazaar at all, and Minhao next to the pillow will be very intimate to restore it all to its original appearance before going out.

The summer sun may only be comfortable in the morning, and the temperature that melts people like popsicles only starts to heat up after lunch.

Zixi, who is moistened by love, is like a schoolgirl who has just fallen in love, and it can be seen from the long-term ruddy on her face that the nourishment of love is far more effective than the dazzling variety of skin care products on the supermarket shelves, and this effect is far from the effect that which BB cream can create.

The major logos of Beijing supermarkets should be in line with the attitude of being responsible for women to put out the most effective advertising slogan - if you want young skin and good love moisturizing the most effective, it is estimated that if such a thing comes out, the entire cosmetics market will be like the financial tsunami on Wall Street, and those cosmetics manufacturers who are driven crazy will swoop off from various rooftops like diving.

Zixi, who is reviewing documents in the office, sits at the computer desk, and her mind is always cranky about things related to Minhao, some of whom suffer from telephone auditory hallucinations, she always puts her mobile phone in the most eye-catching position and turns the volume to the maximum, for fear that she will miss any warm call from Minhao to herself, as long as she hears any ringtone-like sound in the office, she will pick up her mobile phone and take a look.

She is in such a state that she has fallen before she is married, so she almost wears a magic earphone on her ear every day, so that even if Minho's call sound is monotonous, it will become as fascinating to her as Exo's music.

The warm sunlight shone in through the shutters of the office and sprinkled on the desk, Zixi was staring motionlessly at the contract document in her hand for the final check, and the ringtone of the phone startled her.

"What's the matter?"

The call prompt for the phone is shown above the front desk.

"Sister, I have your things that need to be signed"

Originally, it was not allowed to be called this in the company, but the little girl at the front desk, who has always been flattering, called out so smoothly in order to make Zixi feel kind.

"What's that?"

"Oops! You'll know when you come, and I'll blush with jealousy when I say it."

Zixi didn't know when the little girl at the front desk who looked very smooth had become so sour, but she knew that she had changed from a peach to a strange orange since she came back from Shanghai.

Zixi, who hung up the phone, walked out of the office and came directly to the front desk, and there was a young girl standing at the door, who was about nineteen years old, wearing a T-shirt and sportswear, and holding a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

"This is for me?"

Zixi looked at the little girl in front of him who was a little unworldly, and pointed to himself.

"Yes, it was ordered by a gentleman in our flower shop, and he specially asked him to deliver it to you in person, and said that he must see you personally hand it over."

Zixi took the bouquet and signed her name on the confirmation slip, and the moment her eyes swept over, she saw that the top of the voucher was clearly marked - Xingyu Heart Flower Shop.

Zixi deliberately raised her head and looked at the young girl in front of her while she was talking, she felt so familiar but couldn't remember who it was, it was certain that it was definitely not the heart of words.

The smile on Zixi's face just now instantly froze, and she kept staring at this girl leaving the company after signing the confirmation form, she didn't know that this girl was Mai Qian Qian from Xingyu Xin Flower Shop, and Mai Xiqian, who has been a little exaggerated recently, is not to mention Zixi, even Yu Xin or Min Hao may not be able to recognize it at a glance.

She doesn't know if it's a coincidence or Min Hao did it deliberately, maybe Min Hao knows his past with Yan Qing, but he shouldn't know the relationship between Yan Qing and Yu Xin, in fact, what Zixi doesn't know at all is that Min Hao is once in the love world of Yu Xin, such things have never been mentioned to each other, and he {she} feels that being entangled in the past will be a painful thing, so he doesn't mention it.

Zixi walked back to the office with this bouquet of roses, put such a large bouquet of flowers on the table, and inserted a golden card on it, she picked it up and opened it gently.

Zixi

I'll be waiting for you at the gate of Wangfujing Cathedral at eight o'clock in the evening

Min Ho

Zixi didn't pay much attention to what happened just now, after seeing this card, she leaned her nose close to the bouquet on the table and leaned together, and in this overflowing fragrance of flowers, she could feel Minhao's sincere love for herself.

She didn't move the bouquet anywhere else, but just placed it on the table, as if she wanted everyone who came into the office to feel her bliss surrounded by love.

Tuesday, who could have worked seriously, seems to be going to continue to make two with the arrival of this bouquet, and Zixi, who is absent-minded himself, is even more distracted now.

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