President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi held his hand against the edge of the French window and stared at Qiao Zong for four or five seconds. Then, she took a step back and shut the door with a slur.

Qiao Zong's hand froze in the air, he froze for a moment, then laughed, and withdrew his hand.

Across a glass door, the girl frowned and stared at him.

Seeing the little bump formed by the girl's eyebrows, Qiao smiled and put the phone back in his pocket, took a step forward, and reached out to pull the glass door.

Shen Xizhi still stared at him, looking a bit fierce, like a kitten with blown up fur.

Because she had just slept, the girl's hair was fluffy and a bit messy, and the strands of hair on the top of her head were still curled up.

Qiao Zong opened the door.

Shen Xizhi stretched out a finger, pointed at him, and said stiffly: "You, don't come over."

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zong stopped, wondering.

Shen Xizhi's cheeks were bulging, and she exhaled. When she spoke, her tone was already stained with grievances: "Why are you still looking for me?"

Qiao Zong: "?"

Qiao Zong couldn't understand: "Why are you looking for?"

"Aren't you, don't you ignore me?" Shen Xizhi put down her hand, grabbed the hair scattered on her shoulders, bit her lip hard, and muttered, "Then why are you still looking for me."

"I'm ignoring you?" Qiao Zong frowned, "hiss", "When did my brother ignore you?"

Shen Xizhi wrinkled her nose and snorted from her nostrils.

She said solemnly: "You play with my feelings."

Qiao Zong's fingers curled up, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He stared at Shen Xizhi with dark eyes, and his eyes were dark. After a long time, he asked absurdly, "How come it's just a joke?"

Shen Xizhi's ankles moved, and her eyes glanced randomly.

Instead of guessing, let Qiao Zong answer directly.

She cleared her throat, clearly guilty, but acted with great momentum, and asked him: "Do you like me?"

Qiao Zong's eyes were bent, and he asked softly, "What do you mean?"

Heard this answer.

Shen Xizhi's heart sank fiercely all at once.

This is simply a standard scumbag answer.

For emotional avoidance and dodge, do not give a clear answer.

"Oh." Shen Xizhi pinched her fingernails into her palms, suppressing the emotions in her heart, and continued to ask: "Then, will you marry me?"

Qiao Zong's eyebrows were all bent, and when he smiled, the ends of his eyes would slightly curl up, and the peach blossom eyes looked sentimental and frivolous. He raised his eyes and said casually: "If you are willing to marry, I will marry."

There were no lights in the room, only the afterglow of the setting sun shone from the sky, and his expression was particularly gentle under the warm orange sunlight. But there was another scorn that was not serious.

It seemed to be joking with her, but it seemed to be giving some promise.

Shen Xizhi's breathing paused.

The ankle that had been tumbling also froze.

She opened her eyes dumbly, and the sky stained with sunset glow and the man in front of her were reflected in her tea-colored pupils. The mouth widened little by little, completely stupid.

Even thinking has become extremely difficult.

The man in front of him said that if she is willing to marry, he will marry.

Shen Xizhi's heartbeat suddenly became very fast, she couldn't find a pattern, she just vented her heart throbbing madly.

Qiao Zong's palm shook before her eyes.

Shen Xizhi's eyes blinked neatly, subconsciously wanting to step back.

Before she lifted her feet, Qiao Zong grabbed her waist, tightened his arms, and carried her into his arms.

Shen Xizhi's shoulder hit his chest.

The arm on the waist was stiff, and the tip of the nose was lingering with a light mint scent, which was very light, but also very good. After being heated by body temperature, there was an indescribable ambiguity.

Shen Xizhi raised her hand little by little, and firmly embraced Qiao Zong's waist.

She didn't dare to blink, staring at the fabric on Qiao Zong's chest, her nose seemed to be blocked by something.

I feel like crying.

My throat also choked, and I couldn't say a word.

Qiao Zong put his hand on the back of her head, lowered his eyes, sighed long, and called her name: "Shen Xizhi."

The girl squeezed out a choked "Yeah" from her throat.

"In the car in the morning, when you said you liked me so much," Qiao Zong said in a slightly muted voice, "At that time, I wanted to have a future with you."

Shen Xizhi raised her eyes, her **** tugged at the buttons on Qiao Zong's shirt, and said awkwardly, "...so?"

"I..." Qiao Zong paused when he caught sight of the corner of her red eyes.

"What are you?" Shen Xizhi asked dryly.

Joe lowered his head.

His lips pressed against the corners of her eyes, a warm, moist touch.

Then, the tip of his tongue came out and licked the tear stains from the corner of her eye.

The man sucked hard, holding her head with his hands, not allowing her to move.

Shen Xizhi grabbed the material of his shirt, her fingers trembled, and her breathing was a little hard.

After a long time, Qiao Zong's lips left.

The skin around Shen Xizhi's eyes was flushed with him. The little girl opened her eyes, and his face was reflected in her wet eyes.

It makes people feel very pitiful.

Qiao Zong's index finger was bent, his knuckles gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, and he leaned in to kiss him, and laughed, "How come you are crying?"

Shen Xizhi hit his shoulder with his forehead and scolded him: "Smelly gangster."

Qiao Zong: "?"

The little girl said pitifully, "I know I'm bullying."

"I didn't bully you." Qiao Zong was amused by her, and said ambiguously in her ear: "Brother loves you."

While he breathed, his breath sprayed on Shen Xizhi's ears.

Her ears were numb, and the tip of her heart seemed to be scratched by something, slightly itchy.

"Why are you standing outside?" Shen Xizhi changed the subject abruptly, and his head dropped.

Qiao Zong: "I miss you."

The plainly simple three words, when spoken by this person, seemed to be touched with honey.

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips, playing with the buttons of his shirt with her fingers, and couldn't help but say, "Then I don't want you."

"Really?" Qiao raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi nodded, and secretly looked up at him, "I don't want you."

"Duplicate, my girlfriend." Qiao Zong scratched her nose with a finger, and sneered, "Little girl, it's pretty bad. I've learned how to interrogate my brother."

"...No." Shen Xizhi snorted and turned her head away: "Then why are you ignoring people in the morning."

"Don't you ignore your brother?" Qiao Zong said, paused, and then said slowly: "Then Zhizhi just now, why ignore people."

Shen Xizhi: "..."

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

"I climbed up from the first floor." Qiao Zong opened his hand and showed her the palm of his hand.

Shen Xizhi leaned forward and took a look.

There were a few scratches on his white palm, and under closer inspection, it was still stained with a little dust. Shen Xizhi shifted his gaze down, and caught a glimpse of the dust on the knees of the man's trousers.

"Why don't you go through the door?" She looked up and asked.

"The name is not right, the words are not right." Qiao Zong's expression jokingly: "If the future father-in-law sees it, what should I say?"

Shen Xizhi was about to answer.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room, followed by a male voice: "Zhizhi, I have dinner."

Shen Xizhi's heart tightened, and the person seemed to twist the doorknob, making a slight noise.

This voice made Shen Xizhi regain her sense of beauty. She pushed Qiao Zong away abruptly and looked around in a panic.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zong hugged his arms, looked at the girl's panic, and asked in a low voice.

"This kid, why still lock the door?" Shen Mingxuan's voice came from outside, and then there was a fierce knock on the door. Shen Mingxuan shouted, "Zhizhi, have dinner!"

Shen Xizhi's gaze locked the closet.

She didn't answer Qiao Zong's question, she pulled Qiao Zong's arm and pulled the person toward the closet. Then, he opened the closet door, trying to push Qiao Zong forward.

The wardrobe is too small, and Joe has a long body.

Qiao Zong was pushed by her, funny and helpless, and grabbed her wrist: "Brother is so shameless?"

The sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole came from the door.

Shen Xizhi's heart jumped violently, and her heart flicked, and she pushed Qiao Zong onto the bed, pulling up the quilt to cover Qiao Zong.

The man fell on the soft mattress with a moment of consternation.

Shen Xizhi just pulled up a corner of the quilt, just at this moment, the door behind her slowly opened.

Shen Mingxuan said in a gentle voice: "Zhizhi, why are you..."

He stopped talking.

Shen Xizhi turned her head very slowly as if she had been subjected to a hold method. The furnishings of the room that were originally familiar to the extreme, like movie screens, passed by her eyes frame by frame.

Finally, her gaze was fixed on Shen Mingxuan.

Shen Mingxuan was wearing home pajamas, glasses, and his hands on the doorknob.

Shen Xizhi suddenly turned her head to look down.

To pull the quilt up, she put her right knee on the edge of the bed, her waist still bent.

And Qiao Zong was lying on the bed.

Looking at it from this angle, it looked like she took the initiative to push Joe down onto the bed.

Moreover, she was holding the quilt.

It seemed that she intended to do bad things to Qiao Zong.

"Mr. Qiao, what are you doing?" Shen Mingxuan's suppressed anger interrupted Shen Xizhi's imagination, the blue veins on his forehead jumped suddenly, the hand that was twisting the doorknob, the blue vein on the back of his hand bulged.

Qiao Zong looked up at Shen Xizhi who was on him, then glanced at Shen Mingxuan at the door of the room.

He smiled, stretched out his hand to pull off the corner of the quilt that Shen Xizhi was pulling, and patted the back of the girl's hand as if comfortingly: "Zhizhi, get up."

Shen Xizhi retracted her hand and straightened her waist like an electric shock. The knees resting on the edge of the bed were also put down.

She turned around, put her hands behind her back, lowered her head, and admitted her mistake like a pupil: "Dad, I'm sorry."

Joe stretched his elbows and sat up from the bed.

He covered his lips and coughed twice, held back the itching in his throat, stood up, and said politely: "Shen Secretary, hello."

"I'm not good." Shen Mingxuan said coldly: "I hope Mr. Qiao can give me a clear explanation of today's behavior."

Qiao Zong nodded slightly, walked a few steps to Shen Xizhi's side, and pulled out the one with her back behind him.

He took Shen Xizhi's hand and said calmly: "Secretary Shen, as you can see, Ling Ai and I are in a relationship."

Shen Xizhi raised her head in disbelief, and looked sideways to look at the man next to her.

Qiao Zong is thin and thin, wearing a smoky gray shirt with a little dust on the elbows of the shirt. His profile is smooth, his hair is a little messy, and his forehead hangs down a bit to cover his eyebrows.

It was clearly a little embarrassed and tired.

But Shen Xizhi felt that.

In her life, perhaps, there will never be another man like Qiao Zong.

Facing the tough Shen Mingxuan, Qiao Zong chose to stand with her.

Rather than just make up an excuse.

He is open and open, and love is blatant.

Shen Xizhi moved a small step towards him, and his shoulder touched Qiao Zong's arm.

She followed: "We are in love."