President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi was taken aback, and the place where the tip of his nose touched seemed to be a small piece of crisp. Her heartbeat seemed to fluctuate with his breathing.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Qiao Zong standing beside her. And his arm wrapped her waist naturally.

His body temperature also seemed to slowly penetrate through a layer of cloth.

She opened her eyes slightly, turned her head, half-turned her face to look at him, and asked, "What?"

The little girl's clear eyes were full of confusion.

"You just now," Qiao Zong's arm moved away from her waist, and his body moved a little away. He stood up straight, turned his head, looked down at her, his eyelashes raised, and the dark pupils were stained with a three-point smile. : "The'ideal' drawn, don't you explain it to your brother?"

When seeing the theme of "ideal" at that time, Shen Xizhi's mind went blank for a moment.

Maybe it was because her life was too smooth since she was a child. She has always been able to live by herself, and she has nothing special to want.

After a brief daze, she thought of Qiao Zong.

She had never liked a person so much, and her mood almost swayed with his words and deeds. When she saw him, she felt a sense of bewilderment and joy.

This man is the most dazzling existence in her eighteen years of life.

She wants to monopolize this person.

A woman who doesn't want to see him.

But is this idea too domineering?

Does Qiao Zong feel that she is unreasonable?

She lowered her head, glanced at him secretly, and then whispered, "I thought of a poem at the time, I drew it casually."

"Tongquechun locks Er Qiao deeply?" Qiao Zong chuckled lightly, and asked in a long tone.

"...Ah." Shen Xizhi looked up blankly, the girl looked a little surprised, and asked softly: "How do you know?"

Shen Jilin in the private room waited for a long time without waiting for anyone, and shouted: "Brother, Zhizhi, what are you grinding?"

A burst of footsteps sounded from far and near, and as soon as the voice fell, Shen Jilin had already stood at the door.

Seeing the two of them standing dry, they asked curiously: "You guys are—"

"There is absolutely nothing between us." Shen Xizhi interrupted him.

Hearing this, Shen Ji glanced at her weirdly, frowned and said, "What can you have?"

It seemed that there was something between her and Qiao Zong, what an incredible thing.

Facing his questioning eyes, Shen Xizhi was a little angry for no reason. Before she could speak, she heard Qiao Zong say in a slow voice: "Jim, go in."

"Okay." Shen Jilin didn't ask any more, pulling Shen Xizhi's arm into her.

In the middle of the private room was a big round table. Shen Jilin chose a seat, and then pressed Shen Xizhi's shoulder to let her sit next to him.

Qiao Zong stepped forward and saw that the two were intimate, and raised his eyebrows lightly, a trace of depression was dyed between his eyebrows.

"Qiao Zong," Shen Xizhi stretched out his hand, took the initiative to pull aside the chair next to him, raised his head, and bends his eyes: "Here."

Because of her words, Qiao Zong's eyebrows stretched slightly, he smiled and said warmly: "Okay."

He went to the little girl and sat down.

Shen Xizhi and Shen Jilin are turning their heads to each other.

Qiao Zong pursed his lips, he stretched out his hand, and his index finger quietly hooked her little finger under the table.

Shen Xizhi's movements froze.

It seems that there is an electric current, climbing up the scalp along the spine.

"What's the matter with you?" Shen Jilin noticed her abnormality.

"...It's okay." Shen Xizhi moved her hands away, and put her hands on her legs. Unconsciously, he held the little finger with his other hand.

Qiao Zong leaned back in his chair, his eyes bend down.

After being seated, the three ordered dishes.

Shen Jilin glanced at the wine, his eyes brightened, he tilted his head, and whispered to discuss with Shen Xizhi: "Qiu, don't tell my parents, okay?"

His first word angered Shen Xizhi.

She sneered: "What are you going to do?"

Shen Jilin bit the menu under her eyelids, winking.

He pleased: "My third brother will buy you a doll when I go home."

Shen Xizhi glanced at him like a scrutiny, and narrowed his eyes lightly.

Shen Jilin chuckled, thinking that he was hopeful, he blinked at her.

Shen Xizhi turned her head and shouted politely: "Brother Qiao Zong."

When he heard this title at first, Qiao raised his eyebrows and asked amusedly: "What?"

Shen Jilin's heart tightened.

"My third brother is allergic to alcohol, let's stop drinking." Shen Xizhi's expression was extremely concerned.

Shen Jilin: "?"

Qiao Zong's eyelashes drooped, covering his pupils, his brows were faint, and his voice was calm: "Then don't click."

"No," Shen Ji felt distressed and explained: "Brother Qiao Zong, I..."

"I don't drink alcohol either." Qiao Zong smiled mildly and said: "Alcohol hurts the body, it's imminent. Since you are allergic, we won't order it."

The waiter went down with the menu.

Shen Xizhi put his chin on the back of her hand, tilted her head, and asked strangely, "You don't drink alcohol?"

"Yeah." Qiao Zong responded softly.

"Why? Don't you like it?" Shen Xizhi was even more curious, Xing's eyes blinked, "But my dad and Qi Nian both like to drink, and my friends drink too."

In contrast, Qiao looks like a stranger.

Qiao Zong said concisely: "It hurts the body."

"Oh." Shen Xizhi's expression was thoughtful, as if she understood, but she didn't seem to understand.

"Zhizhi," Qiao Zong raised his hand, pinched the handle of the teapot with his slender fingers, poured her a cup of tea, lowered his eyes, and said flatly, "I am not in good health."

There was no ups and downs in his tone, calmly stating a fact. However, Shen Xizhi's heart was dull, and there was a slight pain.

Qiao Zong's arm crossed her to get Shen Jilin's cup.

Upon seeing this, Shen Ji hurriedly passed the cup over and scratched his head, embarrassed: "Brother Qiao Zong, where can you pour me tea."

Qiao Zong still had that gentle appearance, his lips were slightly curved, tea was poured into the cup, the sound of the water was rushing, and a mist of mist floated on the surface of the cup. The bitter tea is fragrant and curls up.

His gentle voice said, "It's okay."

As he said, pushing the cup of tea over, his movements were gentle and elegant.

However, Shen Xizhi noticed that on the back of his white hand, there was a small piece of very light blue-purple.

The hand is very beautiful, with slender fingers and neatly manicured nails. Shen Xizhi learned the piano when he was a child and knew that playing the piano with this kind of hand would be pleasing to the eye.

As a result, that small piece of light cyan became more and more conspicuous.

There is a small scab in the middle of that piece of skin, which looks like a pinhole.

Think of Qiao Zong's ‘bad health’.

Her eyes seemed to be pierced, swollen, and she couldn't tell what was uncomfortable. The mood also fell suddenly.

The dishes came quickly, and Shen Jilin and Qiao Zong were polite and ordered a table full of dishes.

He feasted, picking Shen Xizhi while eating.

Qiao Zong was very quiet, only occasionally, he would give her a chopstick dish.

"What's the matter with you, Qiqiu." Shen Jilin said: "It's not at all polite to talk to Brother Ren Qiao Zong."

"I used you to teach me politeness?" Shen Xizhi sneered.

"I'm your third brother." Shen Jilin put on an elder appearance, "I don't know what is thinking in your little head."

"What am I thinking?" Shen Xizhi was expressionless.

Shen Jilin moved his gaze to Qiao Zong and raised his eyebrows at her.

Shen Xizhi looked away disgustedly, and hummed, "What do you know."

Shen Jilin was endless: "Did I guess wrong? In the afternoon..."

He stretched his tone meaningfully.

Shen Xizhi got up, picked out a bitter gourd from the soup in the middle, gave it to him, and said unkindly: "Eat yours."

Qiao Zong beside him seemed to speak casually, and said with a smile: "Your relationship is really good."

"That's not it, I'm more like a real brother than her own brother." Shen Jilin recalled carelessly: "When I was wearing crotch pants, I, she, Qi Nian, You Lingbai and others all played together until they were big."

"Brother Qingyi can't taste it?" Qiao Zong asked slowly.

"Ah..." Shen Jilin laughed dryly, but he was embarrassed. In front of Qiao Zong, he said ill of Shen Qing's translation: "No, Qingyi, I'm pretty good."

"He doesn't know how to eat." Shen Xizhi curled her lips, turned her head, frowned, and complained: "He doesn't like me at all."

"How come?" Qiao Zong raised his eyelashes, the end of his eyes slightly raised.

"He has a bad temper and can't even make jokes." Shen Xizhi asked with a puffed cheek, "Qiao Zong, how can you play well with people like my brother?"

"I have a good relationship with my classmates in college." Qiao Zong avoided this question and just said.

Shen Xizhi didn't ask any more, after eating, the three of them left the restaurant.

The city lights up, and the night is dim.

Shen Ji talked a lot, constantly pestering Qiao Zong to talk.

Shen Xizhi was annoyed to hear, and while they were chatting, she said, "We will be on the plane at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Ah, yes." Shen Jilin said: "Brother Qiao Zong, we will go back tomorrow. Next time you come to Beijing, or if you go to Lishi, let's get together again."

A faintly cool night wind blew over.

The streets were noisy, and in this hustle and bustle, Shen Xizhi suddenly fell.

She and Qiao Zong had just been together and were about to separate again.

What a pair of fateful mandarin ducks.

She frowned and sneered.

"Then I will send you off." Qiao Zong's voice didn't feel the sadness of separation, it was as gentle and elegant as usual.

Shen Xizhi raised his eyes.

"Okay." Shen Jilin hesitated again: "Brother Qiao Zong, will you delay your work? Tomorrow is Monday."

The corners of Shen Xizhi's lips dropped again.

"No." Qiao Zong glanced at her, seeming to smile, and his tone of voice was flat: "I have something to go to Lishi next week."

Like riding a roller coaster, her mood fluctuated with Qiao Zong.

She curled her lips secretly, and made a very small smile.

I heard Qiao Zong say in a lazy tone: "However, I am not very familiar with Li Shi, so I have to ask a little girl..." He paused, glanced at Shen Xizhi in a meaningful way, and said: "—Take care of Zhizhi."

Shen Xizhi: "...?"

Little, Zhizhi?

How does she feel that Qiao Zong seems to want to say "children"?

Arrived downstairs in the hotel.

Shen Jilin said goodbye to Qiao Zong, "Brother Qiao Zong, are we going up?"

The temperature seems to have dropped a lot compared with that in the afternoon. The wind swept over with the coolness, Qiao Zong raised his hand, covered his lips with his hand, and coughed slightly.

"Okay." He nodded and replied softly.

Shen Xizhi frowned.

Qiao Zong only wore a shirt. There was sunshine in the afternoon and he didn't feel cold, but at night it cooled down.

Her gaze fell on the jacket on Shen Jilin's body. She cleared her throat and yelled sweetly: "Brother San."

Shen Jilin got goose bumps, as if he was frightened: "Huh?!"

Shen Xizhi blinked innocently and blankly, and said innocently: "I think it will definitely rain later, so—"

Shen Jilin: "?"

There was a slight smile on Qiao Zong's face.

Shen Jilin had a bad tone: "—So?"

Shen Xizhi said, "You give Brother Qiao Zong your coat."

"Then?"

"He can use your coat to hide from the rain." Shen Xizhi said calmly.

"..."

Shen Jilin rolled his eyes unceremoniously. He raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and said indifferently: "Sink the ball, weather forecast, the next three days, it will be sunny."

Shen Xizhi choked.

She wrinkled her face, glanced at Qiao Zong, and pinched the palm of her hand with her nails.

"Okay." Shen Jilin tugged at her: "Go up."

What else did Shen Xizhi want to say.

Qiao Zong's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes looked gentle in the night: "Zhizhi, see you tomorrow."

She had no choice but to follow Shen Jilin reluctantly, step by step up the stairs, and walked into the hotel lobby.

But the reluctance and pity in the chest is about to overflow.

The elevator just opened, and Shen Jilin pulled her in.

When she stepped into the elevator, she suddenly threw away Shen Jilin's hand.

"What is it?" Shen Jilin was inexplicable.

"I'm going to the toilet." Standing outside the elevator, Shen Xizhi intimately helped him press the close button.

The elevator door closed slowly.

Shen Jilin: "...?"

Shen Xizhi ran out of the lobby.

The night breeze was blowing on the face, and the neon lights on the side of the street flickered, and Qiao Zong's figure had not gone far.

I don't know if it is her illusion, Qiao Zong's back looks thin and thin.

Shen Xizhi put her hands on her lips and called him loudly: "Qiao Zong!"

The streets where people come and go.

The man's steps paused for a moment, and then he turned around slowly.

A distance away, Shen Xizhi looked at him far away. She stood at the door of the hotel, shining all over.

Qiao was on the side of the street, surrounded by lonely lights. Even his charming eyebrows, in the dim light, showed a little coldness and alienation.

Shen Xizhi's heart beat quickly, and she ran towards Qiao Zong.

The wind blew across her cheeks, blowing her hair around her cheeks, making her itchy.

But dozens of seconds.

She stopped in front of Qiao Zong, still panting, exhaling in small mouths.

Qiao Zong was taken aback for a moment, then he bends the corners of his lips, and asked in a warm voice, "What's the matter?"

"Are you cold?" Shen Xizhi asked him, raising his face halfway.

A sentence without beginning and end.

The little girl's voice was still a little dumb, her breath hadn't been breathed.

Qiao Zong didn't know why.

In the next moment, she was held tightly by the girl's waist.

She almost ran into his arms.

Qiao Zong's eyes widened, he raised his hand in a daze, slowly hugged her back, and patted her back lightly.

"It's okay to be cold." Shen Xizhi rubbed his cheek against his chest, like a little cat.

Qiao looked down, the tails of his eyes hung down, his pupils were dark, but he smiled faintly, his tail rose slightly, and he listened a little lazily: "Huh?"

Shen Xizhi hugged him tighter, and the girl's humming voice seemed to be coquettish: "I'm hot."