In the middle of summer, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the fragrance of flowers and fruits accompanies the sea breeze, wafting all over the entire capital of the new country.

Zhou Qi'an propped his hands on the balcony railing, smelling the fragrant sea breeze, and he closed his eyes comfortably. A pretty face appeared in front of him, and he opened his eyes and looked at the night sky, thinking: Woman, what are you doing, when will I see you again?

Zhou Qi'an was shocked by his thoughts, and he admitted that he was fascinated by the woman who only had a few faces. But why did he have the desire to see each other again? He was incredulous about his thoughts. He sneered in surprise.

Song Zhe on the side heard Zhou Qi'an's laughter and thought it was his auditory hallucination. But what Song Zhe could feel was that at this time, there was a quiet, harmless, and sweet aura emanating from Zhou Qi'an. This kind of breath Song Zhe felt for the first time, it was very fresh and comfortable.

The hotel where Zhou Qi'an and Song Zhe stayed was halfway up the mountain, far away from Xu's house, and an hour before the banquet began, Zhou Qi'an and Song Zhe arranged a car to go to Xu's house.

Song Zhe opened the back seat door of the car, and Zhou Qi'an went in and took a seat. "Young master, you wait for me, I'll go get something." Song Zhe smiled. Zhou Qi'an glanced at him and acquiesced. In less than a minute, Song Zhe entered the front seat of the car with a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Young master, I'm back. Song Zhe said. Zhou Qi'an didn't look at him.

Song Zhe faced the driver: "Drive." ”

Zhou Qi'an had been pondering, and suddenly felt that the light in front of him was dim, raised his head, and looked at Song Zhe holding the big bouquet of flowers in his hand. Zhou Qi'an's eyebrows furrowed, and his face darkened: "What is this?"

Song Zhe felt a chill in his back, and Gu Zuo said calmly: "Young master, roses!"

"Throw it away!" Zhou Qi'an began to get impatient.

"Young Master, this is what I prepared for Miss Xu for you. Song Zhe didn't want to throw it, explained.

"Parking. Zhou Qi'an ordered. The driver slows down and stops.

Song Zhe still held the flowers in his hand and didn't want to let them go, thinking: It was obviously for the young master that he bought the flowers. The lord specially explained that tonight's banquet is very important, only success is allowed, not failure. Although it was only Miss Xu's birthday party, as long as Miss Xu was happy tonight. Soon I will be engaged to the young master.

Zhou Qi'an looked at Song Zhe holding the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hand, without any intention of throwing it, and there was a trace of murder in his eyes. Song Zhe felt the murderous aura and swallowed deeply.

"Get out of the car. These two words seemed to be squeezed out of Zhou Qi'an's mouth, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to endure the onset of his temper.

"Young master, I did this for you, although this flower is not expensive, but it is said on the Internet that women love flowers the most, especially roses. Miss Xu is also a woman, so she will definitely like it very much. Song Zhe still wanted to be dying, but he mustered up the courage to finish these words in one go.

"Get out of the car, or don't want to go back. Zhou Qi'an gave an ultimatum.

Song Zhe knew that there was no room for negotiation, so he got out of the car with flowers in his hand.

"By car. Zhou Qi'an ordered the driver again. The driver drove Zhou Qi'an to Xu's house.

Song Zhe was left on the side of the road by Zhou Qi'an, he looked at the roses in his hand, and threw the flowers on the ground aggrieved. He had to call the hotel desk and call a car, otherwise it would be impossible to stop the car on the dark roadside, he reached for his phone in the pocket of his clothes, and then he found the banquet invitation card that he had been on his body.

"It's bad, the young master's invitation card is still with me, the Xu family is heavily guarded, and I can't get in if I don't have a card. Song Zhe anxiously dialed Zhou Qi'an's mobile phone.

Zhou Qi'an held the vibrating mobile phone, and it seemed that the caller ID was "Song Zhe", and he didn't want to look at it anymore. The corners of his mouth rose on one side, and the subtext was: Sample, talk back to me, you will suffer.

Song Zhe made several phone calls in a row, but Zhou Qi'an didn't answer, Song Zhe was so anxious that he jumped to the side: "Young master, young master, answer the phone." Answer the phone quickly, young master, please, if I don't have this invitation card and don't make it to tonight's banquet, my lord will definitely kill me. Master, answer the phone. ”

Zhou Qi'an still didn't answer, and he wanted to punish Song Zhe. In order to clean his ears, Zhou Qi'an simply turned his mobile phone to silent. Lean back in your chair and close your eyes.

After Song Zhe called for more than ten minutes, he gave up and called again. He felt that he had to think of another way on his own, and sent the invitation card himself. Now the most important thing is to call a car, he slapped his head heavily and said: "Oh, my brain, the more anxious and chaotic, hurry up and call the service desk." ”

So, Song Zhe dialed the phone at the hotel service desk, and the operator's gentle and polite voice sounded: "Good evening, this is ** International Hotel, how can I help you?"

"I am a tenant of the 8888 Presidential Suite and need a car now, please arrange it immediately. Song Zhe said anxiously.

"I'm sorry, sir, I've just checked, there are no empty cars now, and it will be thirty minutes at the earliest, excuse me, is thirty minutes okay?" replied the operator.

"It takes thirty minutes, is there no other way?" Song Zhe continued.

"I'm sorry, sir, not yet. ”

"Then you can book me a thirty-point first......" Helplessly, Song Zhe told the operator where he was, and stood on the empty side of the road waiting for the car that would arrive in thirty minutes.

Song Zhe looked at the roses that were thrown on the ground just now, and the fire was inexplicably loud at the moment, he stepped on the roses with both feet, stepped on them hard, stomped hard, and there were words in his mouth: "It's all your fault, it's all you, it's all your broken flowers, it makes me angry, my young master doesn't answer my phone, my young master doesn't have an invitation card, my young master can't enter the Xu family, can't participate in the banquet, and my young master throws me on this halfway, so that the sky should not be, and the earth is not spiritual." Looks like I'm going to die!...... Ah......h

Song Zhe was there alone crying and howling, crying for a while, screaming for a while, scaring himself a lot. He was ready to be skinned by the master.

Zhou Qi'an arrived at the gate at the foot of Xujia Mountain twenty minutes before the banquet began, and many vehicles at the door were queuing up for security inspection. He reached for his suit pocket, which contained nothing. Only then did he realize that it was not a second.

Zhou Qi'an picked up his mobile phone, and the screen showed more than a hundred missed calls, affirming the bad thoughts in his heart. I wanted to call Song Zhe and send it over quickly, but when I looked at the time, I thought that Song Zhe was left on the road by him, and at a glance on that section of the road, I knew that there were few vehicles coming and going, and it was useless to expect Song Zhe to send the invitation card over.

On the way here, Zhou Qi'an kept pretending to be worried, he didn't know what he was bothering about, but when he found out that there was no invitation card just now, he felt a little inexplicably relaxed in his heart.