Don't always tell the people around you about your particularly bad things, they are all born in this bad world, how can they divide each other?

Time passed day by day, and Schumann was no longer the sloppy one these days.

Although the image of Schumann at home is completely different from that of going out, Xia Meng has obviously felt that Schumann at home looks so delicate these days, and what is even more commendable is that Schumann who returned home at night did not have a disgusting smell of wine and a drunken appearance.

Xia Meng knew that Schumann should be in love.

The reason why she said yes is because with what she knows about Schumann, she often mingles with all kinds of men, but no man has ever been able to make her completely surrender, and she has only been together for three or five days at most, and there is no follow-up in the blink of an eye.

And this man Zhang Cheng seems to have made her have a different change. The day after Zhang Cheng sent the handbag to his home, Xia Meng saw Schumann and Zhang Cheng returning home together at his home.

As soon as Xia Meng finished taking a bath, he saw Schumann and Zhang Cheng talking and laughing in the bedroom, and the bedroom door was not closed, and Xia Meng leaned in front of the dresser, while Zhang Cheng stood next to the window, about a meter and a half distance from each other.

Zhang Cheng deliberately kept some distance from Schumann, maybe he was deliberately keeping himself sanity, otherwise, no matter what the beauty in front of him did in his bedroom, he would make himself feel that it was a sultry gesture.

Xia Meng squinted at Liu Xia Hui in the bedroom, feeling a little funny, she knew that Schumann was teasing this man in a way that was about to leave, but Zhang Cheng didn't make any gaffes, which was quite interesting. Xia Meng smiled knowingly, reached out and pulled the armrest, and closed the door of Schumann's bedroom.

After the door was closed, Xia Meng stood in front of the door, she didn't want to deliberately eavesdrop on what the two people in the door were saying, it was really because, at this moment, there was a snorting laugh from inside the door.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Cheng said.

"Guess what!" If anyone wants to know what a vixen looks like, they probably understand more than half of it when they open the door and look at Schumann's bear in the room. Hearing Schumann's words through the door is enough to explain what it means to be breathtaking.

Zhang Cheng's voice deliberately became a little smaller, as if he had gradually approached Schumann: "I was just startled by the sudden closure of the door, are you laughing at me like this?" ”

"If you don't have a ghost in your heart, why are you so frightened?" Schumann's voice is still full of style.

"What is in my heart, you know best!"

"Oops, I hate it......"

Xia Meng didn't listen to it anymore, she knew that if she listened to it any further, it would definitely be inappropriate! She went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and deliberately turned the sound of the TV loud enough to cover up the bursts of sounds that Xia Meng didn't want to hear in Schumann's bedroom.

Xia Meng didn't have too many ideas, Xu was deliberate, trying to make her mind blank for a while, but she was not in the mood to watch the plot of the TV series in front of her, she sat quietly on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in her hand, staring at the TV screen with her eyes in a daze.

There was a TV series about family affection on the TV, and even if Xia Meng was not in the mood to watch it, she also saw a little bit in her eyes, and she suddenly remembered the image of her mother who had long been blurred in her memory.

Xia Meng's mother left her when Xia Meng was ten years old. Eighteen years have passed, and these memories have long been dusted, locked in memory boxes, and locked. Xia Meng never knew what her mother's name was, and her father Xia Jiangang didn't tell her, as if Xia Jiangang's hatred for Xia Meng's mother was also instilled in Xia Meng's consciousness little by little, so that Xia Meng never had any reverie about his mother.

The reason why Xia Meng doesn't go into reverie much is that after her mother left her, Xia Jiangang beat herself for the first time because Xia Meng failed an exam, and her alcoholic father beat him for the first time, and left a scar on her body and heart that is difficult to erase in this life.

I don't know how long it took, the bedroom door slammed open, and Xia Meng shuddered.

Xia Meng was so shocked that Schumann saw it in her eyes, she had a shy smile on her face, pinched Zhang Cheng's arm with her hand, and complained in disgust: "Open the door so vigorously, rude!" ”

Zhang Cheng glanced back at Schumann, his face was a little embarrassed, he lowered his head and whispered something in Schumann's ear, which suddenly made Schumann's face turn crimson, patted Zhang Cheng's chest coquettishly, and said, "Hurry up!" ”

Schumann and Zhang Cheng left the house, the door was not closed, Xu Schumann sent Zhang Cheng. But it took half an hour for Schumann to return home.

When Schumann sat next to Xia Meng, Xia Meng looked sideways at Schumann with a youthful and happy face, knowing that this woman had fallen into Zhang Cheng's gentle township, shook his head and smiled coldly.

"Sent away?" Xia Meng said.

"Hmm!" Schumann looked at the plot in the TV series and did not look back at Xia Meng.

"What are you doing in the room? I can hear it clearly through the door! ”

Schumann held a pillow in his arms, buried his head on Xia Meng's shoulder shyly, and denied it stiffly: "What are you doing, just chatting!" What did you hear? ”

Xia Meng shook her head and smiled, she didn't say anything, she just felt that women were really sensual, no matter how old they were, once they fell into sweetness, their behavior was no different from that of a little girl.

Xia Meng's smile froze little by little, and a distraction made her think of her fiancé Song Huaishu, who had never given her many gentle words, and even inconsequential words were not said in a soft tone many times, Xia Meng felt lost in her heart.

Schumann was still snuggling on Xia Meng's shoulder, still thinking about the gentle appearance with Zhang Cheng.

Xia Meng pushed Schumann away, with a look of disgust: "Can you be a little reserved, you are not afraid that he will not take you seriously?" ”

Schumann picked up the long hair scattered on the tip of his nose, looked at Xia Meng with a smile, and looked confident: "I'm not afraid, which of the men I've fallen in love with all these years can escape?" ”

Xia Meng believes that Schumann's charm is indeed not small, but Xia Meng did not say it: which man can she really keep to the end?

Several days have passed, and since Xia Meng returned home from Bali, he contacted someone to change the name of the flower shop, and the flower shop had not opened until the signboard was changed.

On this day, a small façade house located in the corner of the entrance of Xia Meng's community is Xia Meng's flower shop. The name was changed from "twin flowers" to "live in the world".

Schumann was in a good mood and also made an opinion, the interior decoration also moved a little, and there was a sentence on the wall: being in a fairyland, not living in the world. It can also be regarded as a more comprehensive explanation of Xia Meng's signature name.

Xia Meng came to the renovated flower shop for the first time, looked at the eight words on the wall, and fell into deep thought.

She didn't feel that these eight words interpreted the true meaning of not living in the world in her heart, but she couldn't tell what she wanted to express, she just felt a little shallow.

Xia Meng thought of Li Haodong, who had spent a few days with him, and he didn't know where this man was now and what he was doing. Haven't seen him since I came back from Bali.

There was no way to leave any connection between them, and Schumann never asked the man. Even the commemorative book "Not Living in the World" photo book was thrown into the trash by Xia Meng. Xia Meng regarded Li Haodong as a seasoning agent for exile before marriage, and never thought of having any further contact with this person, because they would have their own families with each other.

But looking at the four words in the world, I still think of this person, Xia Meng avoided again and again, and didn't think about it again and again. But she clearly knows that she just has a lot of dissatisfaction with her life at the moment.

Xia Meng looked back at Schumann who was still cooking porridge on the phone, since he came to this flower shop, today is the first day of reopening. From the moment Schumann entered the door to the present, he has been holding the phone in his hand, showing a happy smile from time to time, he doesn't have to think about it at all, he must be chatting with the handsome and handsome Zhang Cheng.

Xia dreamed of Zhang Cheng, and thought of the sneaky words of Schumann and Zhang Cheng in the bedroom that night a few days ago, and couldn't help but feel a thrill and goosebumps.

"Don't laugh, let's get to work! Look at the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes! Xia Meng said something sour coldly, turned around and walked to the warehouse behind the flower shop.

Schumann behind him was still listening to the phone, his voice was soft, and he was like two people.

"Okay, okay, Xia Meng is not happy, I have to work...... Miss me, think I'll come to the flower shop, I'm here...... Look at your bear-like, come, see who eats whom......"

When Xia Meng pushed out a stack of flower pots from the warehouse, he bowed his body as if he was buried in the flowers, sweating profusely. And Schumann was standing by the air conditioner in front of the door, blowing the air conditioner, his body was twisting and shaking, and he was still flirting with Zhang Cheng on the other end of the phone, he was simply out of breath.

"You're still smiling, and you're not afraid that your forehead lines will laugh too!" Although Xia Meng said that he was angry in his heart, he didn't show it too obviously, otherwise he would be too lacking.

Schumann heard Xia Meng's words, deliberately pursed his lips, and put away his smile, women are like this, forehead lines, eye corners and other lines are simply their own dead ends.

Schumann finally hung up the phone, feeling a little happy in her heart, and unintentionally hummed a song, she swayed to Xia Meng's face, looked at the stack of flower pots in front of Xia Meng, and looked at Xia Meng with a surprised look on her face: "You are crazy, there are so many flower pots, who can lift them?" ”

"You go away!" Xia Meng lowered his head, pushed the flower pot in his hand, and moved forward with difficulty.

When Xia Meng pushed the flower pot to the open space in front of the door, she saw a well-lined, clean and straight suit pants in front of her. Looking up along the pants, wearing a slim suit, the whole figure looks like a model coming out of TV.

Xia Meng saw the man's face, angular, very healthy kind of bronzed skin, under the sunlight, the shadow on the face highlighted the whole person's somewhat melancholy temperament, and this man, no accident, is Zhang Cheng.

"it!" Xia Meng blurted out, I really couldn't figure it out, the phone that I hung up just now actually appeared in front of me at this moment, is this person a ghost? Xia Meng, who was already holding the flower pot with both hands and his legs bent, lost his strength in his legs at this moment, and pounced, as if he knelt down in front of Zhang Cheng.

Xia Mengxing made such a big gift, which made Zhang Cheng take two steps back in surprise, and said with an embarrassed expression: "Miss Xia, do you need help?" ”

Schumann was also surprised, but he didn't expect that the phone had just hung up, and this man quickly appeared in front of him, isn't the nearest hotel very idle? This man was so attentive to himself that Schumann felt that his charm was still the same as before, and his vain mind was written all over his face.

"Yours is yours! So you're waiting for me here? What did you say on the phone that you were busy today, what are you busy with? Schumann walked over slowly, bypassing and ignoring Xia Meng, standing in front of Zhang Cheng, pulling Zhang Cheng's straight suit jacket, and slowly teasing with his fingers in the palm of Zhang Cheng's left hand.

Zhang Cheng raised his right hand and stroked a strand of hair scattered on Schumann's forehead, his eyes were full of the beauty in front of him, and he said softly: "How can I miss the appearance of such a beautiful beauty in such a charming flower?" ”

"Flim Flam!" Schumann lowered his head and chuckled.

Xia Meng stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, and looked back at the various flowers in the room, but there was no place to stay.

took out two from the stack of flower pots in front of him, put them upside down on the ground, and said to Zhang Cheng with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, you see that you are here, there is no place to sit here, so let's do it, you two will simply sit on this flower pot and talk slowly, and I will pour you a glass of water......"

Zhang Cheng and Schumann looked at the bottom of the two flower pots that were buckled upside down in front of them, and there were still small holes exposed on them, and they had to praise Xia Meng's hospitality, which was really ingenious.

Schumann turned his head and glared at Xia Meng, stomped his feet coquettishly, and scolded softly: "Xia Meng, you have a heart!" Are there no stools in the store? ”

Xia Meng walked around the flowers, went into the warehouse without looking back, and said, "Is there a stool that you won't look for yourself?" After entering the warehouse, he stomped his feet with a disgusting look on his face.