President Ba’s Little Rose

His words have no beginning or end, but they fall in her ears so clearly.

The cold touch on the auricle spreads along the blood to the heart, but the blood seems to be hot again.

Shen Xizhi's back was stiff, and under the silent gaze of the man, his face was reddening bit by bit, like a red strawberry.

A cold wind swept in the rain, which could not dissipate the warmth on her face.

She didn't understand what Qiao Zong was asking, but she could hear the repressed forbearance in the man's tone.

There are some hopes that are almost ignored.

She quietly raised her eyelashes, bit her lip unconsciously, with her hands hidden under her clothes, nervously tugging at the lining of the trench coat.

There was no smile in Qiao Zong's eyes, and his pupils were dark, as if Crow Feather had fallen into the vast snow. His expression is no longer the usual frivolous and sloppy expression, and there is a bit of coldness between his elegant eyebrows.

His eyes were drooping, and there was a very shallow double eyelid fold on his eyelid. It was clearly a passionate peachy eye, but it carried the lightness of inhuman fireworks.

The corners of Shen Xizhi's mouth rose unconsciously.

The depressing mood just now seemed to dissipate in an instant.

Without getting an answer, Qiao Zong dropped his hand and stepped away quietly.

It was only half a finger's width apart, but the distance between the two seemed to be stretched far.

The black umbrella was still on top of her head, covering the dense rain.

Shen Xizhi kneaded the corner of the windbreaker he was holding into a ball, swallowed, and said carefully: "Qiao Zong, you just..."

"What?" He tilted his head, his tone of voice was normal, and seemed to smile lightly. Naturally, as if he had never asked that sentence.

Shen Xizhi opened her eyes slightly.

I want to ask, are you a goldfish? Only three seconds of memory? !

"...Ask me, would you like to accompany you to hell?" Shen Xizhi finished speaking patiently, Xingyan staring at him tightly.

The man's side face is smooth and handsome, his jaw tightened, his eyes are weak, and his voice is a little heavy: "Yes."

Shen Xizhi frowned for a moment. Between thinking, I heard Qiao Zong ask: "What about your answer."

"If," she raised her face and said tentatively, "I don't want it?"

The girl's oval face is small and exquisite, with willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, which are very gentle eyebrows, like the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March and April.

However, a pair of eyes were very attractive, and the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, bringing the entire facial contours a bit too glamorous and aggressive.

Qiao Zong didn't open his eyes, and tightened his fingers on the handle of the umbrella. The joints turned bluish white in the cool autumn breeze.

For a long time, he said flatly: "Forget it if you don't want to."

He pulled the corners of his mouth lightly, but he couldn't laugh. So the corners of the lips were torn out a very stiff arc.

His eyes fell to the crossroad across the street.

The traffic lights crossed, the traffic flowed, and an umbrella of different colors moved slowly.

His eyes were slightly ironic, and his tongue was bitter.

This, a little girl like a rose.

As for how to get entangled with people like him.

The man seemed to be lonely all over, and his temperament was a bit calm.

"Then what if." Shen Xizhi paused and asked seriously: "Qiao Zong, am I willing?"

When Qiao Zong heard the words, his eyelids moved, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and there was a trace of absurdity in his eyes.

Shen Xizhi found courage from the absurdity inexplicably.

Her thoughts were a little confused, and a thought suddenly popped out. This might be the only time Qiao Zong gave her a chance to choose.

Together with this idea.

It was like applying fertilizer to the little sprout in her heart that swaggered with Qiao Zong.

Let the small shoots take root quickly in the heart and grow into small seedlings.

"If I want to," Shen Xizhi's voice was soft and soft, with her index finger and nail pinched between her thumb and her thumb, her eyes looked at him perfectly, and she asked desperately: "Will you then?"

If, I am willing to summon the courage to approach you without fear of difficulties.

Then you, would you like to approach me like this?

You are willing, as I like you.

Come to like me?

Qiao's throat slid up and down, his eyebrows stretched slowly, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

The small piece of ice condensed in the heart was melted by the little girl's eyes and turned into water that flows slowly, with a sweet smell.

He slowly raised a smile on his mouth, and said slowly: "My kid, were you playing with your brother just now?"

Shen Xizhi: "?"

"I almost played out my brother's heart disease." Qiao raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Little girl, it's pretty bad."

"I didn't play you, obviously you were playing with me." Shen Xizhi was still holding her heart, and hearing his rambling voice, all the tension and entanglement just gone, replaced by shame: "Moreover, you didn't After being played with a heart attack, why should I be said to be bad."

"Okay." Qiao Zong was smiling again, and said unceremoniously: "It's the bad brother."

He seemed to have no intention to continue with the topic just now.

Did not answer her question.

Nor did she give any indication to her answer.

I didn't say that I liked her; I didn't say that I didn't like her.

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips, an aggrieved and embarrassing emotion came to her heart, and her eyes began to pantothenic uncontrollably.

She lowered her head and asked in a muffled voice: "Will you then?"

"Little friend, my brother asks you." Qiao Zong bent down slightly, the umbrella was lowered, he leaned to her ear, and said in an agitated voice, "You said that you had someone you like that day. Who is that person? "

His voice is too soft, listening lazily in his ears.

Shen Xizhi's hand came out from the trench coat, and **** grabbed the shirt fabric on his waist. Then, he yanked gently, and said aggrieved: "Whoever asks is who."

"Ah." Qiao bent her eyes, grabbed her wrist, twitched the corner of her mouth, and said suddenly, "I like my brother a long time ago."

Shen Xizhi: "..."

She twisted her eyebrows and glared at him.

"Why are you angry?" Qiao Zong tore her fingers off her shirt and smiled: "I'm still doing something to my brother."

Shen Xizhi suppressed her temper and took a deep breath.

The red light on the opposite side of the road turned into a green light, and pedestrians stepped onto the zebra crossing under umbrellas.

She patiently said: "I'm going back to the hotel." Her eyes glanced across the road, very suggestive.

Qiao Zong grabbed her four fingers and wrapped them in his palm.

Shen Xizhi's heartbeat missed a beat, as if there was a numb current passing down her fingertips, she felt that the fingertips were a little hot.

"Didn't you lie to brother?" Qiao Zong asked suddenly.

Shen Xizhi retorted, "Why did I lie to you? Do I think you are older? Or do I think you..."

Her voice stopped.

"—Is it ugly?" Qiao Zong pinched her fingertips, chuckled from her throat, and added coolly, "Really?"

Shen Xizhi bit her tongue and closed her eyes tightly.

…Over.

Qiao Zong must be angry.

When he opened his eyes again, there was the man's enlarged, troubled face in front of him.

He showed a hypocritical smile, the hand holding the umbrella was placed near his ear, and the other hand released her four fingers, lifted it up, and pinched the little girl's face with his index finger and thumb.

But there is no pain.

He almost laughed angrily, with an absurd tone, and asked: "I, old and ugly?"

"...No, no." Shen Xizhi racked his brains to think about how to save this scene.

Qiao Zong gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Last time, your brother said that you liked me, but did you cry aggrieved?"

Shen Xizhi: "..."

He exhaled, and his tone was cooler: "Also ask Qi Nian, if I am in my forties."

Shen Xizhi had a guilty conscience and lowered her eyes, not daring to look up at him.

She had an impure mind at the time, for fear that her thoughts would be known.

But, now, her "thought" aggressively questioned her.

Qiao Zong released his hand, smiled softly, and said lazily: "I thought I was crippled by you so hit."

Shen Xizhi raised his eyes, feeling unconvinced: "I didn't hit you again."

"Yeah." Qiao Zong said unhurriedly: "I didn't hit my brother, I secretly fell in love with my brother. Use this kind of cracking behavior to attract my brother's attention."

"..." Shen Xizhi curled her lips, stunned him: "Can you have a thicker skin."

Qiao Zong smiled lightly: "Congratulations to Xiaoxizhi."

Shen Xizhi looked up: "What?"

Qiao Zong's eyebrows were a little springy, unaffected by what she had just said, lowered her voice, but said in a serious manner: "Successfully attracted the attention of my brother."

This sentence instantly exploded in Shen Xizhi's mind like a firework, and a dazzling multicolored light appeared against the dark black background.

She hurriedly lowered her head, even trying to bury her face in the collar of the windbreaker.

The heart in the chest was beating violently.

She has dry lips and tongue.

The walking lights on the street are red and green.

Qiao Zong said warmly: "Isn't going back to the hotel? Let's go."

Shen Xizhi was pulled by his wrist and walked forward, her feet on the ground, but she always felt soft and unreal. She even thought, is she dreaming?

The man's fingertips were dry and warm, sticking to her wrists.

She lowered her head, only his shoulders and arms could be seen from the corner of her eyes, the hand next to her was holding the umbrella, and her elbow was bent. Through the white shirt fabric, she seemed to be able to see the curve of the muscles.

The rain seemed to be heavier, hitting the umbrella surface.

After crossing the road, walk a few steps forward and you will reach the hotel.

Shen Jilin and Wang Chuang waited at the door of the hotel for a long time. Seeing Shen Xizhi coming, Shen Jilin got up from the low stool and stepped forward with a loud voice: "Zhizhi, what are you doing on the other side? Up."

He stood on the steps of the hotel, unable to see the scene under the umbrella.

And under that umbrella, Qiao turned his head and talked in a low voice with a touch of intimacy.

He asked: "Little girl, why don't you speak?"

Before Shen Xizhi could answer, Qiao Zong asked and answered leisurely: "Oh, with my brother, I was so happy that I was so speechless."

Shen Xizhi: "No..."

Before she finished speaking, she caught a key word.

With brother.

Together.

Together?

But! He paid it back! no! Pursue her!

She opened her eyes suddenly, pulled out her wrist from Qiao Zong's hand, and said stiffly: "I'm going back."

Qiao Zong's expression became cold for three minutes, and he looked down at his empty hand.

Shen Xizhi got out from under the umbrella, stepped on the steps of the hotel a few steps, stood in front of Shen Ji, and explained, "I was waiting for the traffic light just now."

"You still have a long time for the traffic lights." Shen Ji didn't doubt it, just joking.

"It didn't take long." Shen Xizhi muttered.

Shen Jilin thanked Qiao Zong, and said, "Brother Qiao Zong, let's go up first. After the game tomorrow, I will invite you to dinner."

"How can this be done?" Qiao Zong didn't go up, stood under the steps, and said gently: "I'm here, it's not easy for you to come here. It's reasonable and reasonable. It's all because I invite you."

Shen Jilin didn't treat him politely, and said heartily: "Then thank Brother Qiao Zong first."

Qiao Zong nodded.

He tilted the umbrella back, raised his head slightly, looked at the young **** the steps, Erya smiled, and said, "Take a good rest today, and cheer for the game tomorrow."

"Okay." Shen Jilin said with a smile: "But I just came to make up the number, mainly Zhizhi came to the game."

Qiao Zong glanced at Shen Xizhi and raised his eyebrows lightly.

His eyebrows seemed to be affectionate, and his posture was beautiful, and his eyes lingered on her through the rain curtain.

Shen Xizhi nodded blankly.

Qiao Zong said: "Then I'm leaving."

"Brother Qiao Zong walk slowly." Shen Jilin waved his hand.

Shen Xizhi suddenly stopped him: "Qiao Zong."

Her voice was very small, mixed with the sound of rain, and she couldn't even hear her clearly.

Qiao Zong turned around and said softly and strangely: "What's the matter?"

Shen Xizhi took a few steps forward, stood on the edge of the steps, and asked boldly, "Can you leave a phone number?"

"No." Qiao Zong refused without procrastination.

Shen Xizhi was startled: "Huh?"

"Brother's phone, don't give it to people casually." Qiao Zong's eyebrows raised, his eyes seemed to be a little joke, and his tone of voice was loose.

Shen Xizhi pursed her mouth uncomfortably, inevitably feeling a little disappointed, "Oh".

Qiao Zong didn't seem to notice her emotions at all.

Shen Jilin said a few more polite words to him, and then took her back to the hotel room.

"I'll go back next time." Standing there, Shen Xizhi looked at Qiao Zong's back under the umbrella, and asked depressedly: "Brother, am I not attractive?"

"How come?" Shen Jilin exaggerated: "We are the most beautiful girls, the most attractive."

Listening to his unconcerned praise, Shen Xizhi twitched the corners of his mouth expressionlessly: "Oh."

Shen Jilin continued to exaggerate: "Don't you remember? You were so fat when you were a child, and there are so many boys chasing you, can't you prove your charm?"

"..." Shen Xizhi grinds his teeth, and slams his elbow on his arm, "Can you stop talking?!"

Qiao Zong's figure is far away.

There were not many people on the street, so he walked peacefully and calmly in the rain.

For a moment, Shen Xizhi felt that other people, cars, and shops on the street had all become the background, just to bring out the elegance of Qiao Zong.

"By the way, who owns your clothes? Why do you look like Brother Qiao Zong's?" Shen Jilin noticed the windbreaker on Shen Xizhi's shoulders.

Shen Xizhi was reserved: "Yeah."

Shen Jilin suddenly asked with interest: "Hey, Qiuqiu, don't you like Brother Qiao Zong?"

Shen Xizhi's heart tightened.

"What am I thinking about, how is this possible. But well," he said to himself again: "Brother Qiao Zong, I must look down on you."

Shen Xizhi was angry and asked fiercely: "Why does he look down on me like this?"

"..." Shen Ji swallowed before he swallowed, and suffocated: "It's not a good match."

Shen Xizhi glared at him, "Why don't they match up?"

Shen Jilin pulled her arm and pulled her into the hotel, "What are you doing here? Qiao Zong has gone away."

Into the elevator.

Shen Xizhi reluctantly said: "Shen Jilin, where is not a good match."

"You are too fierce." Shen Jilin said patiently: "Brother Qiao Zong has such a good temper and such a gentle personality. You two must really be together..."

"Huh?" Shen Xizhi raised her voice.

"You still don't spoil Brother Qiao Zong." Shen Jilin sighed and advised her: "Do you know how good Brother Qiao Zong is? Brother Qiao Zong and our brother are university roommates, and they took over the family when they were less than 20 years old. The company manages Joe up and down in an orderly manner, which is better than our brother."

Shen Xizhi sighed, "I can too."

"You?" Shen Jilin glanced at her up and down, and said seriously: "You really can't do it. As for Brother Qiao Zong, his father died when he was in college, and his sister got into divorce again at that time, and the family was in chaos. But he can handle it, and he can still be as far as it is today."

Shen Xizhi: "He still has a sister?"

"Your focus is crooked." Shen Jilin was not polite. When the elevator reached the floor number, he pulled Shen Xizhi out again, and said in a deep tone: "It's impossible to see you, Zhizhi, I persuade you. You, this heart died a long time ago."

Shen Xizhi rolled her eyes regardless of her image.

She hummed face-savingly: "I'm the one I'm interested in."

Shen Jilin was surprised and said: "Then we are really good at playing!"

Shen Xizhi bends her lips.

Shen Jilin said again: "I even learned to daydream!"

Shen Xizhi: "..."

After Qiao Zong got into the car, he leaned in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Wang Chuang followed the original route to see the partner, but the car didn't run very far, and there was an intermittent cough in the back seat.

"Mr. Qiao, are you okay?" Wang Chuang stopped the car, turned his head and asked with concern: "Should you not go, I will take you to the hospital?"

In the back seat, Qiao Zong's face was flushed with coughing, and his eyes were flooding out.

He covered his mouth with a tissue, raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, and said concisely: "Turn on the air conditioner and go to the hospital."

"Okay." Wang Chuang raised the temperature of the air conditioner, and the warm air blew out, making his back sweat. Suddenly recalled, wondering: "Did you take off your coat to Ms. Shen and caught a cold after blowing a gust of wind?"

Qiao Zong didn't say a word.

Wang Chuang drove the car very fast and arrived at the hospital in less than ten minutes.

This hospital was invested by Qiao's family. As soon as Qiao Zong arrived, several doctors greeted him.

Qiao Zong's foundation is too poor, and he is careful with medications for sickness. Finally decided to hang water, and then told him to drink a few pairs of Chinese medicine.

It was probably too uncomfortable, and Joe closed his eyelids after lying down for a while, his head gloomy.

The quiet drop of needles in the ward can be heard.

His breathing was not calm, but his consciousness fell into chaos.

He remembered the first time he saw Shen Xizhi.

The girl danced with others in a red dress, her snow-skinned black hair and red lips were as gorgeous as a rose. Delicate and delicate, but with thorns.

At first it was just attracted, approaching with dark thoughts. But never thought about possession.

Until the little girl said she liked him.

Her bright apricot eyes stared straight at him, carefully and blatantly tentative.

At that moment, his desire and thoughts grew, but the remaining conscience pulled back his reason.

He didn't want such a rose to go to **** with him.

But I didn't expect that the little girl would like others. So sweet to share with him the mood of liking others.

How can she like others.

How could she not like him.

She attracted him like that.

He realized that he wanted to possess her, and didn't want her to have someone else's place in his heart. I just want to pretend to be myself in those beautiful apricot eyes.

In the evening, the rain stopped and Shen Xizhi was eating at the hotel.

Because he was rejected by Qiao Zong and in a bad mood, he turned on the TV in the room and tuned a channel casually.

She was sitting on the floor next to the French windows, across the first floor of the window, looking at the city after the rain washed away.

A layer of white mist was condensed on the glass in the room, making it unclear.

Shen Xizhi raised his hand, trying to wipe off the white mist. When the hand touched the glass, a thought came up suddenly.

She moved a position like a thief, and let out another breath on the piece of glass.

Then, he stretched out a finger and clicked on the glass.

Very slowly, write two words.

-Qiao Zong.

She pursed her lips, rubbed her cheeks, and suddenly wanted to laugh, but it felt abrupt.

Finally, secretly behind the name, drew a little love.

She stared at Aixin for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her hand, concealing her name and her love.

The surface of the glass is clean.

I can't tell at all, she had written words on it just now.

Shen Xizhi's mood suddenly improved, and the corners of her lips curled upwards unconsciously.

The phone on her feet vibrated, the bell rang, and her head moved over.

It's an unfamiliar phone number, which shows that it is from Beijing.

Her heart shrank, almost reflexively trying to pick it up. But his hand shook and hung up.

Shen Xizhi: "..."

She gritted her teeth and used her left hand to hate iron and steel, and hit her right hand like a punishment.

Fortunately, the phone rang again soon.

She picked up the phone cautiously this time and pressed the answer accurately. But he didn't take the initiative to speak out.

It was very quiet over there, with only the quiet breathing.

The man's voice is a little hoarse, passing through an electric current, which is extremely magnetic. He smiled first, and then asked softly: "Is it Zhizhi?"

These two words were pronounced by him, with a feeling of special cherishment.

Shen Xizhi's face was a little hot, and her heart trembled because of the familiar name.

Qiao Zong asked: "Why don't you speak?"

Shen Xizhi cleared her throat to make her voice more pleasant, "How do you know my call."

Qiao Zong: "Your brother gave it to me."

"...Oh." Shen Xizhi muttered, deliberately saying: "Then I hang up, my phone is not given to people casually."

"Zhizhi." Qiao Zong called her.

Shen Xizhi's heart was crumpled, and she replied very stubbornly, "Yes."

"How can brother be someone else?" Qiao said slowly.

Through the phone, she seemed to be able to imagine what a man would look like when he said this.

He must have raised his eyebrows, and then smiled lazily, but his tone was deliberately gentle.