Shen Liangzhi rented a large flat near the company.

As soon as I pushed the door open, the door was piled up with a sea of flowers, Floyd, Sable, Cappuccino...... There are all kinds of expensive roses.

“Surprise～”

In the sea of flowers, a white-gold furry head poked out.

Shen Liangzhi: "......"

She looked at the transformed man and fell silent.

Because she wanted to record the show, she entrusted him to Xiao Jiu, and in half a day, this person was directly transformed from beginning to end.

Han Jing stared at her directly, her black and gray eyes were bright and bright, and her white and golden curls were scattered on her forehead, she looked young and vibrant, and she could beat a top-notch idol when she took a raw picture.

"Am I not good-looking?"

There was a look of loss in his eyes.

The owner of the barbershop said that he was the most suitable for this hairstyle.

Shen Liangzhi stared at his white and golden micro-curly hair, which suited his temperament very well, like a European-style aristocratic little prince who had just left the castle:

"Why did you change your hair all of a sudden?"

Han Jing stretched out his hand and handed her a bouquet of flowers, and his tone was serious:

"Psychologists say that when people see more beautiful things, their mood will improve, and I want you to be happy when you see me."

Shen Liangzhi: "What's the matter with flowers?" ”

"I passed by the flower shop, and the owner of the flower shop said, today is the beginning of autumn, I want to buy flowers for the people I like, and I don't know what varieties you like, so I bought them all back."

He blinked his eyes and looked like he was begging for praise.

Shen Liangzhi looked at the endless sea of flowers behind him.

I'm afraid this guy has emptied half of the flower shops in Liucheng.

He held a bouquet of Milky Way roses from the Ecuadorian collection in his hand, slightly distressed.

"I don't know how to pick flowers, but I think they are just as ...... as you," he froze, trying to phrase them, "just as good-looking." ”

The Ecuadorian Milky Way Rose, known as the best rose in the world, is the same color as Van Gogh's famous painting "Starry Sky", compared with the red rose, it is a little less flamboyant and warm, but a little more cold and mysterious, and the flower language is "The rose bred by the stars is as vast and mysterious as you".

Shen Liangzhi took the flowers into the house, the floor, the sofa, the stairs, the walls, there were roses everywhere, it was as beautiful as a fairy tale house......

"Do you like Zhizhi?" Han Jing followed behind her, like a small tail.

Shen Liangzhi's fingertips drooped, groping for fragrant rose petals:

"This is the first time someone has given me flowers."

In the past, there were also people who sent them, but they were all symbolic etiquette in the name of the collective or unit.

The corners of Han Jing's mouth secretly pursed: "I will send you a bouquet of flowers every day in the future." ”

"Don't bother."

Han Jing disagreed: "Zhizhi's matter, how can it be troublesome." ”

He was not idle today, and when he was doing his hair, he kept scrolling through Weibo.

"They all say that you are very good, scolding people without swearing, branches, what is swearing?" Question from a mushroom.

Shen Liangzhi pondered for a while and said:

"For example, let me tell you, I arrived home at six o'clock tonight, and you were full of joy to change your clothes, do your styling, and prepare a room full of roses, but in the end I didn't come back, and you were hungry alone, and you waited all night, what do you want to say?"

You have to be angry when you are released by someone.

Han Jing frowned and pondered, and thought seriously for a long time:

"I want to say...... I miss you so much. ”

Shen Liangzhi: "........."

"I lied to you, aren't you angry?"

Han Jing shook his head: "Zhizhi must have a reason to deceive people." ”

Shen Liangzhi met his trusting eyes, was slightly stunned, wanted to say something, and finally changed his words.

"Let's go eat first."

………

Shen Liangzhi rents downstairs.

Cheng Rin stood at the entrance of the elevator with a gift bag in his hand, but he didn't press the elevator for a long time.

A conversation between a young couple came from the door of the unit.

"I suspect that there is a perverted ...... in our community"

"What's wrong?"

"I went downstairs yesterday to pick up takeout, and I saw a man dressed in black and wearing a mask, standing at the door of the elevator, not entering or leaving, hiding when he saw people, as if he was squatting...... Others have also seen it, and this pervert also picks out at night. ”

"So scary? That baby, I've been with you to work for the past few days. ”

Behind him, the two of them gradually heard the sound of playful laughter.

Cheng Rin was stunned when he heard this, and the bright elevator mirror reflected his current image.

Dressed in black, wearing a mask, and not pressing the elevator......

Seeing that the footsteps were approaching, to avoid misunderstanding, he walked towards the safe passage on the side.

In the dimly lit stairwell, a back figure stood against the wall.

Cheng Rin was on guard.

The other party slowly turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

Cheng Rin's eyes dissipated with vigilance, overflowing with surprise: "Why are you here?" ”

Shen Yannan sneered: "Shouldn't I ask you this?" The Cheng family has gone out of business, and you came here to be a god? ”

Cheng Rin stared at the young man who was bored, and it was rare that he didn't choke back.

Carrying a gift bag and not minding the stairs staining his handmade suit, he sat down on the steps.

The enemy suddenly fell silent, and Shen Yannan also felt bored, so he also sat down, and sat two steps higher than him.

Cheng Rin took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, took a deep breath, and when he saw this, he sneered:

"Shen Yannan, more than twenty people, are you naïve?"

"If you were mature, you wouldn't be as virtuous as you are today." Shen Yannan had something to say.

A good hand of cards is played to a screech.

Cheng Rin: "Where do you think you are good, aren't you her brother, the dog is hiding in the stairwell, what's the use of you?" ”

Shen Yannan was yin and yang: "You are still her white moonlight cinnabar mole, you have the ability, you go upstairs and knock on her door?" ”

Cheng Rin was silent for a while: "You are her brother, when did she know the Han family, don't you know at all?" ”

"She runs with you every day, and she doesn't go home, how do I know?" Shen Yannan was a little irritable, had an itchy throat, and wanted to smoke.

When I touch my pocket, there is nothing.

He stole a glance at Cheng Rin's cigarette case, looking uncomfortable: "Are there any cigarettes?" ”

He was ready, if Cheng Rin embarrassed him and said lines like "Then you beg me", he would immediately start.

In the midst of the smoke, Cheng Rin was quiet for a moment, picked up the cigarette case, and handed it to him silently, without embarrassment.

Shen Yannan took the cigarette, but felt awkward all over his body.

This person has changed sex today?

He cleared his throat to sound confident, without the slightest humility of asking for help, and said proudly:

"Where's the lighter?"

Cheng Rin threw the lighter in his hand to him.

The cigarette was lit, and both became silent.

Cheng Rin stared at the floor of the stairwell.

In the past two days, he would sometimes think of Shen Liangzhi's expression when he said "I'll fan you together" at the banquet.

When he went to work and slew, even sitting on the edge of Shen Chuyi's bed, he would have that pair of cold and ruthless eyes without a trace of admiration in his mind.

She didn't reply to the message at first, he thought she was losing her temper, but when he saw these eyes, he suddenly lost his confidence.