Chapter 121: The humor of lying and not typing drafts

Yu Chi Leirou was lying on a comfortable and fluffy double bed, slowly opening her eyes, the whole room was not big, with black, white and gray, occasionally a little greenery, at first glance it was a man's home.

"Sunflower?"

Yu Chi Leirou held her head, gently raised her upper body, and a beam of eyes projected on her body, the shadow of the sunflower was the painting she gave to Guan Xiao, and even the shadow was exactly the same.

"Where is this?"

In fact, when Yu Chi Leirou was a child, she often dreamed of a scene, the general decoration, which seemed to be the same as this house, and it was from that time that Yu Chi Leirou began to like sunflowers, and always felt that absorbing the sun's brilliance could also illuminate her.

"Sister Wei Chi!"

When Yu Chi Leirou saw Rong Rong and got up from another small bed, she realized that this was no longer a dream.

Since her parents quarreled frequently, "Sunflower" disappeared from her life, and she no longer dreamed of it, until today, it actually appeared in real life.

"Sister Wei Chi, I could only choose one of the two uncles last night, and I chose this uncle. Because, he won't drive me out of the room to live, so that I can stay with Sister Wei Chi and not leave. ”

"Two uncles?"

Yu Chi Leirou instinctively looked inside the quilt, her clothes had been changed into pajamas.

"Rongrong, what's going on? Tell your sister about it. ”

"There is an uncle who looks like this, walks like this, and his shoes are pointy, and he brought Sister Wei Chi back."

Rong Rong performed the appearance of "uncle" in front of Yu Chi Leirou, which seemed very funny, but Yu Chi Leirou could not laugh out loud as before.

"The house leak happened to rain overnight."

Yu Chi Leirou sneered, she used her strength to feed, got up from the bed, and froze all over her body for a night, in pain, but Yu Chi Leirou walked to the windowsill, and when she stared at the sun flower, she found that it had been soaked in rat poison.

"There's still half of it in the bag, if you still want to die, take it back."

A man walked towards Yu Chi Leirou, and then handed half a bag of rat poison to Yu Chi Leirou.

"What did you do to me last night?"

Yu Chi Leirou spoke calmly, which made the man feel strange.

"Ordinary girls, seeing this situation, would have jumped up a long time ago, thinking that I was picking up the corpse. But I'm not so dirty, and the clothes are changed for you by my aunt, a part-time worker who cleans the house. ”

"Why did you put sunflowers in rat poison? It's going to die. ”

"But it's not dead, and neither are you."

"What do you mean?"

"Plants can still grow in poison, still blooming bright colors, still facing the sun. People, why not? ”

"Who the hell are you? Do we know each other? ”

"I'm the president of the previous communications company, Feng Juncheng. What to laugh at? My name is dirty? ”

"I just think it's humorous that you lie and don't make drafts."

"You think my family is small, so I don't think I have a big company?"

"Where? I'll appreciate it, see if it looks good, and spread it out......"

"Who do you think of me? It's easy to die, but it's hard to live. I thought about it when this telecommunications company was facing closure, but hundreds of mouths were still waiting for me to pay my salary, so I couldn't be too selfish. And you're still with this kid......"