President Ba’s Little Rose

Until she got off the plane, the corner of Shen Xizhi's mouth was still curved slightly.

She turned on the cell phone signal, and after a while, Qiao Zong called.

Shen Xizhi picked it up with a sweet smile. Before Qiao Zong could speak, she took the initiative to say, "Qiao Zong, I'm here!"

"It's fine when you arrive." Qiao Zong smiled gently: "Be careful."

He cares about her!

"Yeah!" Shen Xizhi said cheerfully, "I will pay attention!"

It seemed that someone was talking in a low voice over there. After a few seconds, Qiao Zong said: "Zhizhi, brother still has to work, so I won't say more."

"Ah, then you work." Shen Xizhi pouted and hung up the phone. The look in her eyes was gone, replaced by an indescribable depression.

Shen Jilin stopped a taxi on the side of the road and drove it all the way to Shen's house.

Her parents have already gone to work, and the aunt at home waited for a long time at the door of the house, and greeted them when she saw them.

"Zhizhi is back, how is the game?" The aunt stretched out her hand to get Shen Xizhi's box and asked with a smile.

Shen Xizhi didn't want to ask people to take the schoolbag behind her back, so she carried it to her front. After hugging the schoolbag, she said, "It must be the number one."

Auntie smiled openly, took the box and walked forward, and asked Shen Jilin by the way: "Where is that moment?"

"Me?" Shen Jilin was very humble: "I won an award, not as good as Xi Zhi."

Shen Xizhi squinted at him and said sincerely: "Yes, he won the third prize. There are seven people in the third prize."

When she said that, Shen Jilin suddenly felt that he had won the third prize, which seemed very embarrassing. He held back for a moment, and said nothing.

After entering the house, Shen Xizhi ignored Shen Jilin and quickly went upstairs with her schoolbag in her arms.

As soon as she entered the room, she turned around and locked the door like a thief.

She put the schoolbag on the bed, unzipped the zipper, and took out a bag from the inside.

Untie the bag, inside is the windbreaker of Qiao Zong.

Her eyes rolled around, and finally locked the corner of the white wardrobe.

Shen Xizhi resealed the bag and placed it in the corner. After closing the closet door, she yanked the closet open again.

She took off a few thick clothes from the hanger, folded them randomly, and put them on top of the bag to completely cover it.

At this time, I couldn't tell that there was another piece of clothing hidden inside.

Shen Xizhi closed the cabinet door in satisfaction and let out a long sigh of relief.

When going downstairs, Shen Jilin was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room, playing with her mobile phone.

Shen Xizhi walked over, sat down beside him, took the remote control and turned on the TV, called up his favorite anime, and began to look.

Before the animation was released for a few seconds, Shen Jilin said, "Be quiet, it's annoying me."

Shen Xizhi glanced at him calmly, and started to lower the TV sound.

After playing for a few minutes, Shen Jilin said again: "I know that watching cartoons every day, you are not naive."

"?"

Shen Xizhi didn't know where the smell of fire and medicine in his words came from, she glanced at him again, moved a little aside, and continued watching the animation.

"The TV light is too bright and it pierces the eyes." Shen Jilin said: "My eyes are going to be blinded by flash."

Shen Xizhi endured, "Isn't this still blind."

"Almost." Shen Jilin raised Erlang's legs, stretched forward, grabbed the remote control from her hand, and turned off the TV.

Shen Xizhi couldn't bear it.

"What the **** are you doing?" She glared.

Shen Jilin turned his head to look at her.

Both of them saw anger in each other's eyes.

Shen Jilin sneered, but in a delicate tone: "Then, would you miss me?"

Shen Xizhi: "?"

Shen Jilin said with a sweet voice that can tire the dead, and said with a strange air: "My brother is thinking of you now, Xiao Xizhi!"

Shen Xizhi: "..."

Shen Xizhi glanced at him as if seeing a neurosis, then frowned, and sincerely commented, "You are so greasy."

"Greasy?" Shen Jilin said sarcastically, "Your brother Qiao Zong is not equally greasy."

Shen Xizhi opened her eyes slightly, her apricot eyes filled with confusion.

Shen Jilin put down his phone and mocked: "I really didn't expect you to like this. I got goose bumps when I heard you talk. Oh, no, I want to vomit."

He made a vomiting face.

"Shen Xizhi, don't you feel greasy?" Shen Jilin asked, "Or your aesthetics have gone to the center of the earth?"

Shen Xizhi tilted her head, the little girl blinked her eyes and said to him, "Brother Three?"

The girl's voice was sweet and greasy, and her expression was clever, Shen Jilin's breathing paused, and her heartbeat slowed uncontrollably.

Shen Xizhi asked: "Brother, is it greasy?"

Shen Jilin reluctantly: "Also... OK?"

"That's not enough." Shen Xizhi rolled her eyes and hummed: "The ones who look good are called chuckles, and those who are ugly are called greasy."

"..."

There will be classes the next day, and Shen Xizhi moved back to the dormitory that night.

She came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, made up the picture for a while, rubbed her eyes, and climbed into bed to sleep.

The other three people in the dormitory were all drawing the pictures to be handed in the next day, so they didn't turn off the lights.

She was just about to put on the blindfold, when she suddenly remembered something, she touched the phone next to her and glanced at it.

There were many WeChat messages, and Shen Xizhi clicked in expectantly. But when he saw the blank space behind Zhiding's name, the lost eyebrows under the tower.

It's been a whole day, except Qiao Zong called her when she got off the plane and asked her briefly.

This man! All day long! Did not send her a message!

One! nothing!

No! even! One! Punctuation! nothing!

Shen Xizhi bit her lower lip, turned her hand off, put her on the pillow, put on her blindfold and went to sleep.

When the roommates were drawing pictures, the rustle of pencils rubbing on the drawing paper made her unable to sleep.

Shen Xizhi rolled over in annoyance, lifted his hand to remove the blindfold, and turned on the phone again.

Qiao Zong still didn't send her a punctuation mark.

Does he miss her at all?

Or was it because she was too busy at work, so chatting with her became a trivial matter?

Shen Xizhi lay on the bed, holding the pillow under his elbow, hesitating for a while, and then sent a message to Qiao Zong.

[Did you sleep?]

She did not mark the punctuation very carefully, and the simple four words not only vented her miss for Qiao Zong, but also expressed her dissatisfaction.

It took about thirty seconds for Joe to return.

Qiao Meiren: [Not yet. 】

After this news, Qiao Zong did not reply.

Shen Xizhi: "?"

Who knows if he is asleep!

She grinds her teeth and taps on the screen with her right index finger, [what are you doing]

There is still no punctuation, which perfectly expresses her emotions.

Qiao Meiren: [Participate in the dinner. 】

When Shen Xizhi thought that Qiao Zong would only reply to her this time, her mobile phone vibrated slightly.

Qiao Meiren: [Girlfriend, I'm too busy at work today, I really don't have time to call you. 】

With just these three sentences floating in the line of sight, Shen Xizhi's mood was strangely soothed. She bent her eyes, covered her mouth and smirked.

[Then when are you coming to Lishi? 】

Punctuation marks have been added to represent her importance to Qiao Zong. Shen Xizhi stroked his chin and nodded.

Qiao Zong must be able to see it.

Qiao Meiren: [Thursday. 】

Qiao Meiren: [There are no unexpected words. 】

Qiao Meiren: [Brother will bring you a birthday present next time I go. 】

Shen Xizhi sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and even shook the bed board.

Su Qiang, who was immersed in drawing pictures, looked up and asked strangely, "Xi Zhi, what's wrong?"

Shen Xizhi held her mobile phone, pressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, and said with restraint: "My suitor said he likes me."

Su Qiang: "?"

Are you not a bunch of suitors? As for being so excited? !

She smiled and shook her head, lowered her head and continued to catch the picture.

Standing tall, Shen Xizhi cleared his throat and started typing: [How do you know my birthday? 】

Qiao Meiren: [Your cousin told me. 】

Shen Xizhi was very dissatisfied: [He told you all this? 】

Qiao Meiren: [I asked him. 】

Shen Xizhi paused, and asked vigilantly: [Then... Does he know that we are in love? 】

Qiao Meiren: [I don't know yet. 】

Qiao Meiren: [But you can also tell him, look at you, I have no opinion. 】

The parents said that Qiao Zong was better than Qi Nian last time, and Shen Jilin also said that her parents would not agree.

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips, and replied for a long while: [I think, tell him in a while. 】

This time Qiao Zong returned a bit slowly.

The input column kept showing that the other party was typing, and it took a while before his message was sent.

It is two words that are concise and concise.

【Can】

Like her, there is not a single punctuation mark.

Shen Xizhi held his chin and stared at the green frame for a while, realizing that Qiao Zong might be angry.

She didn't want to tell her parents about them, for fear of being opposed by them.

Because she subconsciously feels that being with Qiao Zong is not an easy task. Once obstacles are encountered, Qiao Zong is probably the first choice to abandon her.

Shen Xizhi moved her finger, thinking how to respond.

After a while, I thought of Shen Jilin's greasiness.

Shen Xizhi's inspiration flashed, and said: [Brother Qiao Zong! Zhizhi wants to kiss you! /mwah】

After she sent this message, she was numb to herself.

Fearing to see Qiao Zong's reply, she lowered the notification bar and wanted to turn on the flight mode, but unexpectedly Qiao Zong returned faster. Before her finger touched the flight mode button, the phone vibrated.

She didn't dare to look, but she wanted to.

The tip of my heart felt like being scratched constantly by a feather, itching fiercely.

In the end, curiosity defeated shame, and Shen Xizhi slid up the notification bar, lowering her eyes to see Qiao Zong's reply.

Those two words are still there, but one more punctuation mark.

Qiao Meiren: [Yes. 】

Shen Xizhi touched her face, then quickly buried her face in the bed, not daring to read those two words at all.

She licked her lips subconsciously, salivating in her mouth unconsciously.

Recalling the sweetness between Qiao Zong's lips and tongue last night.

Also, the bitter medicinal fragrance unique to men.

Shen Xizhi’s birthday is Saturday, October 25th.

After this birthday, she will be eighteen years old.

She has a good life, and when Qiao Zong arrives in Lishi on Friday, they can spend a whole Saturday together.

But when she finished class on Thursday afternoon and was talking and laughing with three roommates on the way back to the dormitory, she received a call from Qiao Zong.

Shen Xizhi asked the roommates to go first, and she stopped behind for a while before picking it up.

"Hello?" She was in a good mood and her tone of voice was cheerful: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Zong seemed to cover his lips and coughed slightly, his tone was a little weak, and his voice sounded particularly hoarse: "Zhizhi, I'm sorry for something."

"What's the matter?" Listening to his voice, Shen Xizhi's heart seemed to be strained, she frowned, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The voice over there suddenly disappeared, and Shen Xizhi held the phone far and close in strange, but never heard any sound.

After a while, Qiao Zong's slightly dumb voice came, and he was no longer as weak as he was just now: "Brother has a meeting on Friday and can't push it. It may not be until Saturday."

"Ah..." Shen Xizhi was inevitably disappointed, she frowned, raised her foot and kicked at a point in the sky, "That's it."

"I'm really sorry." Qiao Zong said, his breathing is a bit heavy, but still gentle: "But my brother promises that I will be there for your birthday on Saturday."

Shen Xizhi bulged half of her cheek, and she asked abruptly, "Qiao Zong, did you mute your side just now?"

Qiao Zong was silent for a while, and smiled lowly: "No."

"That's okay." Shen Xizhi pouted and hung up the phone.

The sunset is warm and yellow, and the breeze blows between the tree-lined roads.

Shen Xizhi went back to the dormitory with her schoolbag on her back, and after walking a few steps, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

Suddenly there was a strong desire to see Qiao Zong in his mind.

Qiao Zong must be sick.

Therefore, the voice sounds so weak.

But he wanted to apologize to her for this.

Her eyes were a bit pantothenic, and she turned on her phone again to check the nearest ticket to Beijing.