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 initial sweet memory of love, no one will care who and who are tired of last night, and no one will stop to pay attention to the beginning of the morning glow today, who has and who is sad and heartbroken.

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

In this city where people can decide where to stay in a second, the cup of coffee of life tastes bitter and monotonous and rich for most people, and love is like a piece of gold as a luxurious sugar cube, which not 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 comes so quickly and sweetly.

For Min Hao and Zixi, after a hundred turns of waiting and suffering, the original ordinary life was finally boiled into a sweet and delicious eight-treasure porridge after adding many unforgettable memories to the slow simmering of the flame of the years.

Although the sweetness of the two is not earth-shattering, such an intriguing love is enough to make countless men and women around them who want to say goodbye to Singles' Day with envy to the point of crazy jealousy.

Min Hao has been sailing in this crowded sea of people with his ideal sails since he left home and came to this city, and he never dared to hope 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 put on 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 gradually faded layer by layer after the two people polished each other.

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 stormy ship finally saw that the lighthouse was about to anchor, and Min Hao's sugar cube melted into Zixi's cup of bitter coffee with a high price and cold taste, and even the most monotonous espresso would turn into a fragrant cappuccino.

God marked his happy calendar on a sunny Tuesday, which is a very ordinary working day, Zixi is still the same as usual, she gets up in the morning and washes up and goes to work, 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 kind of temperature that melts people like popsicles only starts to go wild 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 ruddy face that the nourishment of love is far more effective than the dazzling array of skin care products on the supermarket shelves, and this effect is far from being comparable to any BB cream.

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

Zixi is sitting in front of the computer desk in the office and is reviewing the documents, absent-mindedly she will always think about something related to Min Ho in her head, some of her suffering 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 Min Hao to herself, as long as she hears any similar ringtone in the office, she will pick up the 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.

For Zixi, even if Min Ho's call voice is monotonous, it will become as fascinating to her ears as Exo's music, and she is really a singer in the ears of a lover.

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 caller alert of the phone shows the front desk number.

"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 very smoothly in order to make Zixi feel cordial.

"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 since she came back from Shanghai, she had changed from a peach to a strange orange.

Zixi, who hung up the phone, came out of the office and went 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 definitely not the heart of the language.

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 was anxious about whether this was a coincidence or Min Hao's deliberate doing, maybe Min Hao knew his past with Yan Qing, but he shouldn't know the relationship between Yan Qing and Yu Xin, in fact, what Zixi didn't know at all was that Min Hao was in the love world of Yu Xin, such a thing was never mentioned to each other, and he {she} felt that being entangled in the past would be a painful thing, so he didn't mention it.

Zixi returned to the office with this bouquet of flowers, and put such a large bouquet of flowers on the table, the gold-plated card on the bouquet shimmered in the sunlight, she picked it up and opened it gently.

Zixi

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, and after seeing this card, she leaned her nose in front of this bouquet of flowers, and she could feel Min Hao's sincere love for herself in this overflowing fragrance of flowers.

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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