Ten days have passed. The smoke between me and Paige hadn't cleared.

As a partner in life matters. We don't look up and look down. As friends with complementary personalities, we also spent four years happily together.

Paige told me that he had thought about that decision when it came to making it.

As soon as we met, he was ready to be open and honest with me.

I know Paige. He pays for everything flashy and inconsequential. There are two aspects: material and spiritual.

When real-life events collide with unrealistic subconscious floaters, Paige chooses the latter in a panic.

I didn't keep my promise to kill him, and in fact, I didn't even give him a chance to continue explaining. I treated him coldly, and even more so about the whole thing. Paige knows that he is wrong, so he has always been soft. He and I don't have any secrets to speak of, and it's only a matter of time before he outlines the whole story.

This became a "secret garden" between me and Paige. Whoever mentions it first loses. And the other person responsible for this embarrassing farce has disappeared. Not surprisingly, I found some information about him online. It has nothing to do with right and wrong, everything is in line with my basic judgment of him. Another point, although I didn't question him face to face, I still don't leave ten.

He didn't want to be poached by the media in Laguna so soon.

Located on the 24th floor of Xiangwan 109 Building, Bouquet of Floral Art is a membership-only floral club that regularly hosts floral salons and one-on-one personal training sessions, and is also known for selling rare flowers and plants. Under Wei Simin's introduction, Chengjun ordered a bouquet of flowers by email.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the staff of the bundle rang the doorbell on time.

Before that, Seungjun was crouching down at the bar of the restaurant to raise the basic staff files. Eating, drinking coffee, working or in a daze, he likes to sit on a barstool and do anything. When you are bored, you can also twist the stool a little and take the chair around a few times with the help of inertia.

The white copy is densely packed with text, and the ID photo in the upper left corner shows a girl with neat hair combed. Although it is said that the ID photo is ten people and nine ugly, it can completely distort the photo of the person, which is also a technology. Every time Seungjun looks at two lines of words, he unconsciously glances at the photo.

It's just ugly... Real people are obviously not so ugly... Seungjoon repeatedly checked the identity information that the girl had left for him. It's the same person, yes.

Directly in front of the bar is a rectangular dining table. The table top is spotless, and the wood grain of the mountain line is clearly visible, and only the American black walnut that has reached a certain age can have such a natural art. Seungjun liked this table so much that when he emptied his original household items, he deliberately kept it. This table doesn't match the new home atmosphere, but it's okay to complement the set of solid wood stairs that I didn't bother to tear down.

The girl sat at the table, pulling the soft-boiled omelette on the plate with a fork, she looked a little absent-minded, the orange yolk stirring the clear egg whites.

"What? Don't you eat soft-boiled eggs? ”

The girl glanced up at Seungjun, who forked one end of the omelette with a fork and quickly folded it, and stuffed it all into her mouth in one gulp, looking like an angry child.

A loud and single melody stripped Seungjoon from the picture of his memory, and he stood up and walked towards the staircase.

Not long after Seungjun went downstairs, his phone screen lit up, and the beep of electronic vibrations gently rubbed against the table. The frequency of the vibration became larger and more weird, and finally it flew away and fell directly to the ground.

The screen dimmed, lit up again, back and forth, and a series of unfamiliar numbers appeared on the screen.

There was a sense of richness in the air, like tea soaked in large rosebuds after rain. Seungjun placed the bouquet on the table, and he caught a glimpse of the large water stain on the bar, and the notebook was closed, soaking in the water. He hurriedly took the notebook away and wiped it with a tissue. He lowered his head and inadvertently caught a glimpse of his phone. I don't know when the phone fell to the ground. Seungjun leaned over to pick up his phone, he straightened up and looked around the room warily, not finding anything unusual. He put his phone on the table, but it suddenly vibrate.

Seungjun was startled by the sudden noise, and he glanced at the phone screen, it was Jinglan. He picked up the phone.

The conversation between mother and son was very concise and to the point, and after putting down the phone, Seungjun fell into a daze again. When he just left, he obviously didn't close the computer...

He opened his laptop and wanted to look at the surveillance video of the house.

Seungjun clicked the button, but the screen was still black. He suddenly felt something strange, as if every pore of his body could detect strange emotions. He frowned, and there seemed to be a figure on the dark display. Seungjun was startled, and he immediately turned around.

It's business as usual. There was deathly silence in the room.

Seung-joon slowly turned around. The display turned on...

He stared at the girl on the screen in a daze, which reminded him of the scene that day. He closed his computer and pressed his hand gently against his temple. The coffee in hand was already slightly cold, and Seungjun picked up the cup and took a sip gently. Cold, bitter, and gradually sweet. Everything came back to reality, he picked up the phone at hand and dialed an unfamiliar number.

On the quiet white marble countertop, a few gold-glazed dinner plates are neatly placed, and Jian Sujie is wearing a light purple floral apron and is stir-frying. Her hair is shiny, very neatly permed, her eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and she looks quite comfortable.

From chopping vegetables to cooking and stir-frying, and even the final plating, Jian Sujie did it herself, and the Filipino maid obviously couldn't help much, so she could only stand aside quietly. Only when the hostess commanded her did she take her hands off the pockets of her starched white skirt and bring the sumptuous dishes to the table one by one.

The doorbell remembered. Jian Sujie hurriedly handed the flat shovel in her hand to the Filipino maid, and came to the foyer with small steps.

When the Filipino maid opened the door, the first thing that caught her eye was a large bouquet of orange-yellow roses, and Seungjun poked her head out of the bouquet like a moon.

"Hello Aunt Jane!" Seungjun had a soft smile on his face.

Jian Sujie smiled and took the flower, she was already smiling from ear to ear.

"I often send you Joyce Baden, but I didn't see you so happy~." Wei Simin squeezed out from Chengjun's side, just in time to meet his father Wei Rongzhong.

"Oops! You are smiling as if the tip of an iceberg has reached the sun, this is too fast~" Wei Simin passed by his father, and the father and daughter were about the same height.

"Why do girls talk so harshly!" Wei Rongzhong scolded his daughter in the air. "Xiaojun, come in ~ Come in ~ " He greeted him with a smile.

"Rong Zhong~ You see how hearty Xiaojun is, how difficult it is to buy this flower in Laguna ~"

Wei Rongzhong stood beside Jian Sujie, looking extremely tall, forming the cutest height difference with his wife.

"Uncle Wei, this is for you." Cheng Jun said, handing the small elegant gray box that he had been carrying in his hand to Wei Rongzhong.

"Dad~You be careful~ Jing Chengjun probably picked one out of the distribution and gave it to you~"

"You kid! Why are you so rude! ”

"But it may also be a good cigar smoke~ You go back to the study and take a peek~"

Jian Sujie had ordered Wei Rongzhong to quit smoking, and Wei Simin was obviously deliberately teasing his father.

"Aunt Jane, give me the flowers first, where do you want to insert them? I'll put it. ”

"Madame, leave it to me." The Filipino maid accosted her.

"No~No~Rong Zhong, you accompany Xiaojun to sit in first~ I'll go over in a while~"

"Xiaojun, go~go~" Wei Rongzhong continued.

Cheng Jun smiled and paced into the living room with Wei Rongzhong one after the other.

"Ma'am, give it to me, right?" The Filipino maid standing aside asked again.

"Leave it to me!" Wei Simin's voice floated out, and I saw her tiptoe out of it quickly, rushing to take the bouquet from her mother's arms. "In that wide-mouthed crystal bottle on your dresser, right?"

Jian Sujie doted on her daughter and nodded.

Seungjun and Simin meet unexpectedly on the way. When waiting for the red light, the car stopped one after the other, and Wei Simin lined up behind Chengjun's butt. The sports car stood out, and Wei Simin quickly recognized that it was Seungjun's car. In order to attract Seung-joon's attention, she picked out the high beams twice. Seungjun glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that it was a white SUV. Seungjun also has a model of the same model, which is black in color. A palm-wide face was mostly obscured by sunglasses, and only the delicate lips of coral sand were visible. Seungjun quickly recognized his old friend, but he didn't say anything and drove away quickly.

Later, the two met in the parking lot. As soon as Chengjun parked the car, he saw that Wei Simin had already gotten out of the car before him. He swaggered around to the back of the car, hunched over to check.

"What's wrong?" She muttered as she watched. She turned on the flashlight on her phone again and looked closely. "Uh... Got it! ”

Seungjun stood by the door and stared at her. "Let's go." He said.

"Come here." Wei Simin waved at him.

"What's wrong?" Seungjun said and walked over.

Wei Simin straightened up, she turned off the light, and looked at Jing Chengjun with a sly expression, "What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?" ”

Seungjun smiled. "What do you mean?"

"You can ignore that. That's nothing to you at all. If you really want to go through the identification process, you should know very well that this kind of car. Not to mention the lengthy time, the procedures will be quite cumbersome. Are you really going to fix it? As long as it is repaired, it has to be shipped back to the original factory, plus it is necessary to transport it back and forth? ”

"I'm going to make a deal with the other party privately."

"Is this a rear-end collision? I think the girl's driving skills are really good, she definitely braked the car at the last moment. ”

"You're a bit of a..."

Seungjun was stunned for a moment, then he opened the trunk and pulled out a golf club from inside. "You stand on the side."

Wei Simin looked at Jing Chengjun blankly, she moved to the side, and saw that Chengjun had already swung the club, "Eh!! What are you doing!? She exclaimed.

Seung-joon's strength is just right. "How? This time it's a tail-end collision, right? ”