Chapter Ninety-One: Buying Flowers?
As a result, when he came over, he saw such a scene, and Shen Zhixing felt that his mood was like riding a roller coaster, jumping up and down.
And the little woman in front of her is the culprit.
"Okay, let's go back then."
Shen Zhixing dragged Xu Qingyan and wanted to leave.
Xu Qingyan stood a little stubbornly, and she also had her own little temper.
She is now cutting constantly, and the reason is still messy.
And the person who made her heart so messy was Shen Zhixing.
She wanted to ask him if he was engaged to Jiang Yuan as the report said.
But she was a little scared.
When he says yes, how do you deal with yourself?
She was nervous, and even though the man was standing in front of her, he didn't dare to ask.
Whether it is to say that she is evasive or self-deceiving, the last thing she wants to face now is Shen Zhixing.
Shen Zhixing's face gradually became gloomy, his eyes were blazing, and there seemed to be a flame inside.
"Xu Qingyan, I haven't seen you for a few days, can you bear it?"
didn't answer the phone, he finally pushed the company's affairs away, but she also threw herself in the face.
Xu Qingyan finally sighed slightly, lowered his eyes, and gathered all the thorns in his body. "It's nothing, I'm just a little scared and don't know what to say."
Hearing her soft and soft voice with a little fear, Shen Zhixing's heart softened again.
Stretching out his palm, "Come here!" β
Xu Qingyan was a little puzzled at first, but he saw that he stretched out his palm and stopped in place, quite persistent.
So Xu Qingyan tentatively handed his hand over, and Shen Zhixing grabbed it, intertwining his fingers, "Don't be afraid." β
The temperature from the palm of her hand just dispelled the cold all over her body little by little.
Two people strolling on the Champs-ElysΓ©es, the French plane leaves on both sides, large and fluffy, a gust of wind blowing, making a brushing sound.
Ah Hui didn't dare to follow too closely, he followed far behind, and he couldn't bear to disturb this scenery.
Black hair and yellow skin, although the woman has a big belly, but it does not affect her beauty. The man is handsome and graceful, and the sharpness between his eyebrows is even more unstoppable.
But the moment he looked down at the woman, his eyebrows and eyes softened a lot.
Not far away, photographer Peter Pan captured the scene.
Shen Zhixing was keenly aware of the existence of the camera and looked at him.
"Hand in the photos." Shen Zhixing stepped forward and stretched out his hand to ask.
Peter Pan was a little stressed under his gaze, "I just think the two of you are very much in line with the theme of my photography exhibition, there is no other meaning, don't get me wrong." β
Shen Zhixing shook his head, "No." β
Her beauty can only be appreciated by herself, and others cannot covet half of it.
Xu Qingyan looked at Shen Zhixing, who was a little persistent, her current identity was not visible at all, so he was so excited to ask for the photo.
Peter Pan was a little disappointed, but he was still pulled aside by Shen Zhixing, and after the two of them didn't know what to say, Peter Pan left.
"Did you delete it?"
Shen Zhixing's hand holding the phone tightened, "Well, delete it." β
The two of them continued to walk aimlessly, and after the chaos just now, the current tranquility was somewhat precious.
When passing by the square, the little girl who set up the stall came over with a basket of flowers, "Sir, give this beautiful lady next to you, a beautiful flower." β
As if he was pleased by this title, Shen Zhixing's eyes glanced at the flowers in the basket, "Give it all to me." β
"Thank you so much, sir! Wishing you and your wife such happiness every day. β
The little girl was overjoyed, for the flowers in the rose garden were the freshest only on that day, and were of little use after the next day.
After Shen Zhixing paid the money, he handed a whole basket of flowers to Xu Qingyan, "It's not easy for a little girl to come out and sell flowers. If you don't sell these flowers today, you won't be able to sell them tomorrow. β
Seeing that he was a little eager to cover up, Xu Qingyan suddenly wanted to laugh, he was still the same.
Even if the old photos have lost their color, those memories are still color.
He has a hard mouth, and sometimes he knows that Xu Qingyan likes to eat meat, so he puts all the meat in her bowl when he eats, saying that he wants to lose weight.
He likes to use strong words, she likes to eat grapes, but she doesn't like to peel the skin, he will wash her one by one every time, and put it to her mouth, although she says trouble, but she is still happy in her heart.
Even if he changed his mind in the passage of time, but at this moment, Xu Qingyan just wanted to get along with him and leave no regrets.
Shen Zhixing threw the flower basket in his hand to Xu Qingyan with a little disgust, "Give it to you, if you don't like it, you can throw it away." β
Xu Qingyan took it with Shi Shiran, "I like them, but I think this kind of good thing should be shared by everyone." β
Two people sit next to the fountain in the square from afternoon until dark.
From the bustle of pedestrians to the emptiness.
Xu Qingyan gave the roses in the basket to 86 couples.
Although they look different and have different nationalities, without exception, everyone has a happy smile on their faces.
The last nine roses, Xu Qingyan took it to his nose and sniffed it, a little happy, "It's so fragrant." β
Shen Zhixing looked at her smile, a little stunned.
He reached out and pinched her pink earlobe, "Now you can go home." β
He didn't ask her why she was giving the roses out, or why she was so happy.
But the only thing I remember is that I want to go home.
Xu Qingyan tied the remaining nine roses with a strap and hugged them to his chest, but he looked more delicate than flowers.
"If you like it, I'll buy it for you next time." Shen Zhixing looked at her and said.
She shook her head, "No, I'm happy for them." Each flower is given to someone who loves each other, so the meaning of each flower is different. β
"How do you know they're in love?"
"Look at the eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Xu Qingyan said while playing with the flowers in his arms.
Unexpectedly, Shen Zhixing, who had been pulling her to walk, suddenly stopped.
She just bumped into Shen Zhixing's arms in the stomach and was held by him by the waist.
"What about me?"
"At first glance, he is a very smart and capable person."
Xu Qingyan blinked his eyes twice, vaguely trying to get through the trick, but was recognized by Shen Zhixing.
There is a posture that she won't let him go if she doesn't make it clear.
Xu Qingyan blinked his eyes, and finally lost the battle, "Shen Zhixing, I can't see through you." β
Shen Zhixing didn't expect her to say this, and she originally became a little serious with a casual and lazy temperament.
"There are some things that you can understand if you want to see them."
Because in front of her, he never intended to hide his emotions.
Wait for her to dig little by little.
After all, the two of them are no longer the time of their youth, but he is willing to put away the armor on his body for her and wait for her to open his heart.