President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi's face started to become uncontrollably hot again, and his ears were very hot, as if someone gasped at Liha.

There seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on the palms of her hands.

Inexplicably nervous.

This person, in such an understatement, punctured the window paper.

She lowered her eyes and thought wildly, as if it were not formal at all, there was no pursuit process, and no confession link.

and! the most important is!

Before Qiao Zong, he was very indifferent and rejected her.

Shen Xizhi leaned against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, with her mobile phone attached to her ear, and said with a grudge, "Why don't you count as someone else."

Qiao Zong whispered: "Oh?"

"Qiao Zong, I didn't promise you." Shen Xizhi deliberately answered him: "You have never pursued me either. Between us, we are very pure—"

She got stuck and couldn't find a suitable word to describe her relationship with Qiao Zong.

friend? Not really.

Brother and sister? Shen Qingyi didn't take her as a sister, let alone Qiao Zong was just a friend of Shen Qingyi's.

She deliberately avoided her boyfriend and girlfriend.

Qiao Zong seems to be very interested in this definition, dragging the end sound: "Pure relationship?"

"…"of course not!

"Moreover," he said leisurely: "Didn't Zhizhi have chased after me? I agreed."

"...I am chasing you?" Shen Xizhi widened her eyes in disbelief, as if she had heard some fantasy, and asked absurdly: "When did I chase you?!"

Although she saw Qiao Zong at the first glance, she had thoughts she shouldn't have.

However, it has always been very reserved and restrained. The only time I said I liked him was the only time I was rejected.

The little girl's tone was rather irritated.

Qiao Zong was in a good mood and curled his lips: "I watched my brother swimming in secret, and deliberately attacked his age appearance to attract his brother's attention."

"I didn't." Shen Xizhi curled her lips, her face tense, and reminded him: "Qiao Zong, if you keep telling me something embarrassing, I will be angry."

"Will Zhizhi still be angry?" Qiao Zong's tone was very novel.

"Of course." Shen Xizhi was serious and reminded him again: "The consequences of my anger are very serious."

"How serious is it?" Qiao Zong asked slowly: "Will there be hail, or will it be the end of the world?"

Shen Xizhi said solemnly: "If I am angry, you will have no future girlfriend."

Qiao Zong was slightly startled, but he didn't react for a while.

He thought the little girl would say something, cry when she is angry, or lose her temper or something.

Unexpectedly, there is no future girlfriend.

Moreover, the tone is so serious, like stating the Pythagorean theorem.

He chuckles from his throat, bends his eyes, and asks, "Really?"

"Yeah." Her voice was a little soft, and she muttered: "So, you don't want to talk like that anymore." She added another sentence: "I really want face."

Face-saving and awkward girlfriend.

How can it be.

So cute.

There seemed to be a smile in Qiao Zong's voice: "Then, my future girlfriend, how should I pursue you before you promise me?"

Shen Xizhi: "?"

Shen Xizhi was shocked by his shame.

Someone asks somewhere, how to pursue you.

"I won't tell you." She sighed in her heart and said dryly: "You should think about it yourself."

"Big brother to think for himself?" Qiao Zong's nasal voice was a little heavy, dragging a loose tone, and sighed: "This is a bit difficult."

Like a scumbag, I encountered a difficult math problem and sighed from the bottom of my heart.

Shen Xizhi bit her lip and hummed: "Can't you work harder, in case you can still struggle a bit."

This tone is quite a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

"It's okay." Qiao chuckled and said in deep thought, "Then I will work harder for my girlfriend."

Knowing that no one was watching, Shen Xizhi lowered her head in shame, and touched her cheek with the palm of her hand. Then, he curled his mouth quietly.

After a long time.

Qiao Zong asked in a very soft voice: "Zhizhi, are you laughing secretly?"

"..." Shen Xizhi squeezed the corner of her mouth and straightened her lips. The official said very politely: "Mr. Qiao, I'm going to sleep."

"Ang." Qiao Zong seemed to be smiling: "Want to invite me together?"

Shen Xizhi: "?"

Qiao coughed slightly in his throat, and said with a smile: "Zhizhi, brother is a gentleman."

"Qiao Zong." Shen Xizhi felt very embarrassed, and she hummed, "Can you make a face?"

Qiao Zong's tone was very poignant: "It's a bit difficult."

Shen Xizhi became angry and didn't want to talk to him at all.

She was just about to speak, but she heard Qiao lazily say: "However, for my girlfriend, I can give it a try."

Shen Xizhi: "What to try?"

Qiao Zong said concisely: "Point your face."

"..."

After talking on the phone, Qiao Zong put the phone on the bedside table, picked up the glass, took a sip of warm water, and moistened his throat.

Then he covered his lips and coughed twice.

The sky outside the window has dimmed.

There was no blood on his face, he stared at the window for a while, looked away, and rubbed his forehead.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and no one knocked on the door. The high heels knocked on the ground, and the cold female voice rang.

"Zongzi, I'm bringing you rice."

Qiao raised her eyes, the woman wore a smart suit with light makeup on her face, and turned on the light when she entered the door.

Zhabai's light made him squinted with discomfort, and shouted, "Sister."

Qiao Jing pulled a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed, put the lunch box aside, bent over and stared at the pinhole on the back of his hand, thoughtfully: "I don't know, my brother is still a seed of infatuation."

Qiao Zong frowned: "What?"

"Leave it here to pretend to me?" Qiao Jing sat up straight, looking at him narrowly, "I heard what Wang Chuang said, isn't it because of that Miss Shen?"

Qiao Zong leaned back and lowered his eyes.

"You tell the truth to your sister, do you really like that Miss Shen?" Qiao Jing asked.

Qiao Zong was silent for a while, and said for a while: "Yes."

"Really." Qiao Jing leaned forward, approached him, and said jokingly: "My zongzi has grown up and I like girls, so I won't tell my sister anymore."

The corners of Qiao Zong's lips pressed, his shoulders collapsed, and his voice was as soft as a whisper: "Sister, you don't know me."

"What do you know about you?" Qiao Jing asked knowingly.

"I'm like..." He paused, closed his eyes, his fingertips trembled, and he didn't continue.

"My brother doesn't lack anything to compare with others." Qiao Jing opened the lunch box, glanced at him, and said quietly, "It's just that his body is worse than others."

Qiao Zong's face faded a little.

Qiao Jing's voice raised his voice: "But what's the matter? Who says you can't fall in love with bad health? It's impossible to ask for and meet someone you like."

"Sister, I know what you said." Qiao Zong opened his eyes, took the lunch box from her, and fiddled with the food in the bowl with his chopsticks.

Qiao Jing didn't say any more, only smiled: "Then find some time to introduce that girl to my sister?"

"Yes." Qiao Zong responded.

Qiao Jing took out his mobile phone and sent a few voices to Qiao Luyi.

The assistant made a few calls on the way, and Qiao Jing answered in front of Qiao Zong.

After eating almost, Qiao Zong closed the lunch box and prepared to put it in the bag. Qiao Jing knocked off his hand, "You rest, sister comes."

She took the lunch box and went to the bathroom to clean it.

Qiao Zong saw Qiao Jing's back from the open glass door.

The sound of water from the tap clashed.

He picked up the phone and sent a WeChat message to Qiao Luyi.

Regarding his feelings, Qiao Jing pretended to be nonchalant.

But when she entered the bathroom, she raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, sad and pleased.

Her brother had been in poor health since he was a child, and everyone in the family loved him very much, but he was always depressed and talked less.

Later, when he was older, Qiao Zong liked to talk and laugh, and occasionally he looked like an indulgent second-generation ancestor.

But she knew that Qiao Zong didn't want to make people around him worry about him.

Qiao Zong has received love letters since elementary school, and many of them have good looks, lively characters, and even those who are bold enough to play him in front of the whole school.

These Qiao Jing have all seen.

But Qiao Zong has never been in love.

She also knows the reason.

From the day Qiao Zong was born, his parents were ready to send white-haired people to black-haired people.

The Qiao family spends large sums of money to raise many hospitals every year.

Even when Qiao Zong was in college, he thought about going into medicine. The parents were worried about his health and forced to change their wishes.

God is unfair.

There is not much time left for her brother.

It took a long time for Qiao Jing to come out.

She had adjusted her emotions, and when Qiao Zong was chatting with someone with her mobile phone, she asked, "Is it your girlfriend?"

Joe put down his phone and smiled: "I haven't promised me yet."

"Huh?" Qiao Jing said, "Why, people look down on you?"

Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think so?"

Qiao Jing packed up the lunch box and said calmly, "Isn't it normal to look down on you?"

"..." Qiao Zong said, "You are my relatives."

"Of course I am your sister." Qiao Jing adjusted her earrings and asked, "Isn't the little girl Shen Qing's sister translated?"

Qiao Zong nodded.

"The girl is young and beautiful, why do you want to put your old man in his eyes?" Qiao Jing's expression remained unchanged and calmly inserted a knife into his heart.

"..."

The next day, Qiao had his fever and was barely able to be discharged from the hospital.

For some reason, he didn't let Wang Chuang follow, but drove to the Palace of Culture by himself.

He found a place to park and glanced at the car window before leaving.

Raising his hand, he pulled off two of the collar buttons, revealing a small half of the collarbone.

When he arrived at the Palace of Culture, there were already contestants coming.

From a distance, I saw Shen Xizhi and Shen Ji approaching.

Shen Jilin saw him at a glance, waved his hand, and greeted loudly, "Brother Qiao Zong! You came so early!"

Qiao Zong leaned against the pillar at the door, nodded slightly, and looked at the girl next to him with a good eye.

The little girl did not see the joy of her sweetheart, but gave him a arrogant look.

Qiao Zong:?

Waiting for someone to approach.

Shen Jilin stepped onto the steps and hooked his neck affectionately: "Brother Qiao Zong, go, let's go in."

Qiao Zong pushed away his hand coldly, and glanced at Shen Xizhi.

The girl wore a black and white slanted striped shirt, a black skirt, wrapped her waist tightly, and wore a pair of white sneakers on her feet, with the laces tied into two bow knots.

There is a little sophistication in the casualness.

But they ignore people.

Qiao Zong's gaze fell on her waist and quickly moved away.

"What's the matter, brother?" Shen Jilin was still confused when he was pushed away.

Shen Xizhi tugged at his arm and said impatiently: "Brother, the game is about to start."

Shen Jilin was pushed forward by her.

Qiao followed slowly, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

When Shen Jilin handed the invitation letter to the staff, Shen Xizhi looked back.

The girl glared at him, her eyes moved down from his face and fell on his neckline.

Joe raised his eyebrows.

Shen Xizhi took a step forward, seeming very embarrassed, "You can't dress well."