Lay Flowers To Plato

Liang Xi happily stepped forward and said, "The water rushed to the Dragon King Temple, and you can bump into an acquaintance if you bump into it on the road."

Who are you acquaintances? Is it the first time to meet you? Fan Xiaoyu murmured, nodded dryly and bowed: "Mr. Liang, hello, my surname is Fan."

Liang Xi waved his hand and said in a sincere tone, "Don't call me that, it sounds weird, where are you going?" He took off his sunglasses and asked Fan Xiaoyu, but his peach eyes stared at Bo Tu.

Fan Xiaoyu laughed and said, "My family lives here, come here to get something. Mr. Liang, I'm so sorry, my car is not parked in the same place."

The BMW driver Xiao Thorn said immediately: "Isn't it, where is the parking lot!"

Fan Xiaoyu took a peek at Bo Tu, for fear that Bo Tu would turn his face. Her artist is a straight-minded person who can't see things that turn black and white the most, and she doesn't like to flatter her peers. Fortunately, Bo Tu has not shown anything for the time being, although he is full of unhappiness.

She did have the intention to curry favor with Liang Xi.

Liang Xi entered the industry later than Bo Tu, but his starting point is high. He has been in a few all-arounds in a few months, and he has been on the front page every day, and he has entered the front line directly. From the first day in this circle, Fan Xiaoyu knew that if she wanted to be an artist's assistant manager, it didn't matter if she was short-sighted a few thousand degrees.

Besides, she didn't believe that Liang Xi had the guts to blackmail her 2,000 yuan in front of her peers.

Liang Xi smiled at her, her teeth were dazzlingly white, and then slapped the thorn on the back of the head: "Wang Chao, can you point your face? You crashed into a car blindly and scare other girls!"

The thorn head scratched his hair and hummed half-truthly: "Brother, I haven't touched Ci'er for two months, you can't even let me open?"

Liang Xi ignored him and asked Fan Xiaoyu, "Xiao Fan, is the car fully insured?" Seeing Fan Xiaoyu nodding, he continued, "Then stop sticking it and call the insurance company."

Fan Xiaoyu was overjoyed, and hurriedly touched the phone and dialed the number.

Liang Xi changed his sunglasses from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand back to his left hand, licked his lower lip, and said, "Well, the insurance company will come in a while, and it doesn't seem very good to see the two of us at the scene of the accident. There is a cafe at the intersection, the environment is good, and there are few people.”

His intentions were too obvious.

Bo Tu's eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and after a few seconds he said, "Are you talking to me?"

Liang Xi touched his right earlobe, and his smile was no longer as comfortable as before: "Otherwise, what do you think?"

Fan Xiaoyu watched their movements while on the phone, and immediately said after hanging up: "Mr. Liang is right, if someone sees you here, and you go back and share with your Weibo Moments, the impact will definitely be bad... "

Bo Tu glanced at her from the corner of his sunglasses and said, "So, why are you driving your own car today?"

Fan Xiaoyu whispered: "What does this have to do with which car? It was an accidental accident!"

Bai Tu said: "It's just an accident when the RV is hit. Isn't it inevitable that Cruz was hit by a professional bumper?"

Fan Xiaoyu said, "What's your logic?"

Berto opened the door of the back seat of Cruz and said, "If I don't sign the receipt for fueling your car, you can't go to reimburse it. That's the logic."

Fan Xiaoyu, who was pierced, sipped a mouthful of blood in her chest. She had done this many times, and Bo Tu never said anything. Today, she was in a bad mood and deliberately poked her tires.

Bo Tu took the wallet and mobile phone, closed the door again, changed his tone, and the volume was much higher: "I'll go back first, remember to call me when you're done."

Fan Xiaoyu felt his heart warm again. Bo Tu's words were obviously meant to warn the BMW driver to behave.

When Bai Tu walked more than ten meters away, she realized that Teacher Liang Xiliang was completely ignored by her own artist.

Looking back, Liang Xi looked at the direction of Bo Tu's far away with the appearance of looking through the autumn water, and he reluctantly withdrew his gaze until Bo Tu turned a corner and couldn't see it.

Fan Xiaoyu: "…"

When Liang Xi found out that he had been discovered, he laughed and put on his sunglasses and said, "You guys, Botu, are really interesting."

Fan Xiaoyu: "Haha." You are more interesting, you are obviously interested in our Bo Tu.

Liang Xi said to the BMW driver, "Wang Chao, I'll go first. You can call me when you're done. Don't bully Xiao Fan, be careful I'll slap you."

Wang Chao said with a sad face: "Hey, the owner of this car is not me, I have never even seen someone from an insurance company..."

Liang Xi waved his hand without turning his head, and dropped a sentence: "Splash a thorn, and ask Xiao Fan if you don't understand anything."

He also left, and Wang Chao stood there with his back against the BMW, pouting and drawing circles on the ground with his toes.

Fan Xiaoyu thought about it for a long time and couldn't understand it, and couldn't help but ask, "What is a prickly thorn?"

Wang Chao wrote with his toes, and said in disgust, "Well, you really have no culture."

Fan Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe and looked around, only to see the first four letters on the ground—PICC Botu took a taxi, but didn’t go home directly. He turned to the pet store he frequented and bought two bags of dog food for Qiuqiu. and a few packs of snacks. One bag of dog food is for Qiuqiu, and the other is for the golden retriever who lives upstairs. Usually he is busy with filming, so Qiuqiu entrusts it to Golden Retriever's mother, a retired aunt, to have people help with feeding and walking in the morning and evening. He said he would give money, but the aunt refused to ask for it, so he bought it every time. I bought dog food and a snack toy and gave it to me, how much to show my heart.

Carrying a heavy shopping bag to the door of the house, he opened the door and went in. Qiuqiu rushed over and rubbed against his leg. Usually, if he smelled that he brought food back, Qiuqiu would definitely lick his lifeless kiss, but today he was perfunctory. After wagging his tail twice, he turned and ran in.

Boto saw that there was half eaten dog food in his bowl, and half a piece of chicken jerky left on the floor next to him.

He wouldn't feed Qiuqiu like that, neither would the aunt upstairs, and no dog owner would have such a bad habit of raising them.

There is only one person who does not keep a dog and can enter and exit this gate at will.

Bo Tu put the contents of the shopping bag on the entrance, and walked in without changing his shoes.

Sure enough, Zhou Niansen was half lying on the sofa, teasing him with the soft rubber ball he usually likes to play with in his hand. With a flattering look on his tail, he thought about it and knew that Zhou Niansen brought him a lot of food this time.

Seeing his dad coming, Qiuqiu wanted to act coquettishly and continue to play with Zhou Niansen, hesitantly twisted around in the center of the living room.

"You're back?" Zhou Niansen sat up and said, "Have you had lunch?"

Bo Tu obviously didn't want to talk nonsense to him, and said directly: "What are you doing here? I'm resting now."

Zhou Niansen's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't come to talk to you about work either..."

Berto interrupted him: "I don't want to talk about anything else."

Qiuqiu felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and neatly rolled onto his bed with his tail tucked.

Zhou Niansen sighed and said, "My mother called me, and I took her blood pressure in the past. The high pressure was 150, and the low pressure was 90. The old lady kept crying and said that you ignored her, and I couldn't coax her. ."

Berto pursed his lips.

"I know I'm sorry for you. If you're not happy, come at me," Zhou Niansen said. "Don't put your anger on the old lady."

Bai Tu said coldly: "You have nothing to feel sorry for me. You are quite worthy of me. Not only did you make me popular, but you also endured not eating fishy for three years. It's not easy enough. I should say thank you to you."

Zhou Niansen's expression changed, and he said these words at the beginning, almost word for word. It's not that he didn't regret it later, and he shouldn't say such hurtful words in his anger, but every time he sees Bo Tu's lukewarm appearance to him, the words of Fu Ruan's apology are blocked in his mouth.

He thought about it for a while, and then changed his tone of voice: "Bertu, I'm not here to quarrel with you. I don't know what you think, but I think we've gotten along pretty well in the past few years, can't we just keep living like this? ?"

Bo Tu looked a little tired and said impatiently: "Don't deceive yourself, it's obviously you who deliberately turned over the old accounts, and now it's my fault."

Zhou Niansen gritted his teeth.

Before Bo Tu and the composer Luo Jing broke up, Zhou Niansen and Bo Tu had a tacit understanding and never mentioned their old affairs. Trivia, and occasionally looking like a friend.

That incident was like a fuse. Zhou Niansen listened to what Fan Xiaoyu said. Bo Tu started beating people because Luo Jing cheated on him. At first, he felt unhappy. Didn't even hit him. In Zhou Niansen's opinion, this kind of differential treatment made him very uncomfortable. He knew that there was something wrong with his own thinking, but he couldn't help making such comparisons.

After hearing Fan Xiaoyu's tip-off, he came directly to Bo Tu, but in fact he didn't know what he was doing at the time, and when he had a fight with Bo Tu, he suddenly realized that he just wanted to open up this old scar. I just don't want this to pass.

He just wanted to prove that Berto's favorite person was still him.

When Bo Tu's cell phone rang, it was Fan Xiaoyu who called to say that the insurance company had dealt with the accident and everything went well. He asked him where he was and if he had eaten.

Bo Tu: "Not yet, I'll go look for you, let's eat together."

Fan Xiaoyu: "..." She just asked politely, she didn't mean to have dinner with the boss!