President Ba’s Little Rose

The room fell silent for a moment.

Shen Mingxuan's gaze bit Shen Xizhi firmly, the eyes under the lenses seemed to be uncontrollable anger, his breathing was heavy, and his chest undulated violently.

Shen Xizhi's sense of incomprehensibility caught Shen Xizhi. She carefully tightened Qiao Zong's hand, and after drawing a little courage from it, she raised her eyes little by little, pursing her lips to look at Shen Mingxuan.

From childhood to adulthood, Shen Mingxuan seldom lost his temper to her.

Shen Xizhi is the only daughter, Jiang Tianzi is a little harsher, and Shen Mingxuan only favors her. When she made a mistake, Jiang Tianzi would be angry, would discipline her, and educate her coldly.

Shen Mingxuan never did.

In the eyes of others, his father is always gentle, and he always speaks softly and slowly.

The only time she yelled at her was because she went to college to volunteer.

But this time, Shen Mingxuan was obviously really angry.

His face flushed red, he took a few breaths, pushed the door open, the door hit the wall, and was held in place by the door stopper, making a creak.

Shen Xizhi was shocked, her heart hung up, she shrank her shoulders, a little afraid of Shen Mingxuan's objection, and shouted timidly: "Dad..."

Her voice did not calm Shen Mingxuan's anger.

Shen Mingxuan glanced at Qiao Zong and said coldly, "Shen Xizhi, go eat."

"Dad..." Shen Xizhi opened her mouth neatly, her eyes flushed, and a bit of astringency surged in her throat. She choked and said, "I really like Qiao Zong."

Shen Mingxuan glanced at the hands between the two of them, his breath gradually calmed down, and patiently said, "Zhizhi, go eat."

"Don't go." Shen Xizhi grabbed Qiao Zong's wrist with the other hand, and said courageously.

Qiao Zong patted the back of her hand comfortingly. He just said: "Secretary Shen, you..."

"Mr. Qiao also go to dinner." Shen Mingxuan interrupted him.

Shen Xizhi was slightly surprised, and asked a little hopefully: "Dad, what do you mean--?"

Are you not against her and Qiao Zong?

Qiao Zong's expression was tense: "Secretary Shen, am I with you too?"

Shen Mingxuan nodded slightly, and tugged at the corners of his mouth expressionlessly. The eyes under the lenses were extremely cold: "Mr. Qiao, please let go of my daughter's hand first, okay?"

When the voice fell, the hands that held her, fingers relieved one by one.

Shen Xizhi's heart tightened, and subconsciously tightened Qiao Zong's hand, retorting: "No."

Shen Mingxuan squinted at her, his tone a little cold: "Shen Xizhi, obedient."

"Not obedient." Shen Xizhi said.

The little daughter who has always been well-behaved and obedient, because the man in front of her has repeatedly confronted herself.

Shen Mingxuan's eyebrows are even more awe-inspiring, and he glances at Qiao Zong in a chill, his eyes are cold, his tone is an indescribable mockery: "Then you just go downstairs to eat."

Shen Xizhi bit her lip and lowered her head.

Out of the corner of his eye, she saw Shen Mingxuan turning around and walking down the corridor, and then heard the slight footsteps of slippers on the stairwell.

"Don't be afraid." Qiao Zong turned to her side and said with a breath in her ear.

"Qiao Zong..." Shen Xizhi wrinkled her face, raised her head, looked at him, blinked, and said pitifully, "My dad opposes..."

"Uncle's objections are normal." Qiao Zong's eyes were drooping, and his voice was inexplicably soft: "Don't worry."

Shen Xizhi muttered, "I'm not relieved."

Qiao bent his eyes, laughed low, and asked in a slow voice, "Why don't you worry about your brother?"

Shen Xizhi said, "If my dad objected, you would definitely abandon me."

Qiao Zong: "Why do you say that?"

There were tears in Shen Xizhi's eyes. She blinked and said aggrieved: "I just know that you will definitely abandon me."

She rubbed the back of her head with both hands, Shen Xizhi flattened her mouth, hit his shoulder with her head, and muttered: "Qiao Zong, you will definitely do."

The man did not answer.

Shen Xizhi's voice suddenly became crying, and she whispered: "You scumbag, when you encounter difficulties, you will definitely give up on me first."

The hand on her head used a little force, the man's fingers penetrated her hair, and his fingertips touched her scalp.

"Shen Xizhi," he said with a smile, "you have a little confidence in your man, okay?"

When she went downstairs, Shen Xizhi walked in front, and Qiao Zong calmly followed behind her.

Jiang Tianzi and Shen Mingxuan were already sitting at the dining table for dinner. Both of them did not speak. Hearing the footsteps from the stairs, they both raised their heads in unison and glanced at them.

Qiao Zong said politely: "Hello, uncles and aunts, this time there is really something to be done..."

"Qiao Zong, right?" Jiang Tianzi didn't give him a chance to speak, and said, "Sit down."

Qiao Zong pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. He suppressed the feeling in his heart, and sat down in the chair that Shen Mingxuan pulled apart, "Thank you, uncle."

"Is this called Uncle Shang?" Shen Mingxuan sneered: "Mr. Qiao is better to call me Secretary Shen."

Shen Xizhi straightened out her messy hair and sat next to Jiang Tianzi.

The food on the table is as plentiful as ever, but the parents did not move their chopsticks.

"Secretary Shen." Qiao Zong had no choice but to say: "It's like this, between me and Ling Ai, it's serious, not..."

"Is Mr. Joe hungry?" Jiang Tianzi asked.

Shen Xizhi frowned, and she groaned: "Dad, Mom, can't you let Qiao Zong finish talking?"

She has always been pampered by her parents, and once she encounters dissatisfaction, she can't help showing this arrogant appearance.

"That's good." Jiang Tianzi turned his head and glanced at her lightly: "Shen Xizhi, I ask you, why is Qiao Zong in your room?"

This question is tantamount to tearing off the fig leaf completely.

Especially, Shen Mingxuan also saw her and Qiao Zong's ambiguous posture just now.

My parents must have misunderstood what bad things she and Qiao Zong were doing.

"Auntie, I'm wrong about this matter." Qiao Zong explained mildly: "There was a little friction between Zhizhi and I, so after visiting Mr. Shen just now, I thought about asking Zhizhi to apologize."

"What friction can't be explained on the phone? You have to go to her room and say it?" Jiang Tianzi's voice was sharp: "Qiao Zong, you entered my daughter's room without permission. What kind of respect is this?"

"I allowed it." Shen Xizhi whispered.

Jiang Tianzi glanced at her, "You eat your meal."

"Well."

After all, she didn't dare to face her mother, Shen Xizhi blinked her eyes, bulged half of her cheeks, and bowed her head dullly.

Next, Shen Mingxuan and Jiang Tianzi kept asking Qiao Zong questions.

And the man who is usually calm and calm, in the face of these problems, also vaguely showed signs of decline.

Her parents were aggressive, but Qiao Zong stepped back, gentle and tolerant.

"Mr. Qiao, you are ten years older than my daughter. As the saying goes, how can you like my daughter?" Jiang Tianzi asked.

Shen Mingxuan continued: "Does Mr. Qiao fall in love with our Shen family and want to get married?"

Jiang Tianzi picked up a chopstick dish for Shen Xizhi and said sarcastically: "I'm sorry, we are just such a daughter. We just want to find a son-in-law who can take care of her for life. Mr. Qiao is not in this range."

Joe was dumb.

Without hearing Qiao Zong's voice, Shen Xizhi secretly raised her eyes and looked at Qiao Zong.

His face was pale, and there was an unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

His appearance hurt her eyes, and Shen Xizhi put down his chopsticks abruptly, and patted the table: "It's not Qiao Zong who chased me, I chased him."

Shen Mingxuan and Jiang Tianzi looked at her together.

Even Qiao Zong raised his eyes in surprise.

Under their gazes, Shen Xizhi's face slowly flushed. She tried to maintain her aura and added the words just now: "I like Qiao Zong, regardless of whether you agree or disagree."

"Xi Zhi." Shen Mingxuan warned her in a deep voice.

Shen Xizhi got angry, "I just like him, if you don't allow it, I will elope with him."

Qiao Zong's eyes widened slightly, and his dark pupils were all surprised.

He had never thought that Shen Xizhi could do this for him.

Bravely stood up, even confronted his parents for him.

But he lowered his eyes in an instant.

The little girl is still too young, and he wants to promise her a future.

But he didn't know when he would die.

He never knew he would not live long.

In the past twenty-eight years, he had resented and hated, and hated the injustice of God, and hated everyone around him who looked at himself with pity.

He was inferior and cowardly, and he dared not even talk to others.

Later, when he grew up, he learned to use cynicism to hide his emotions. If you don't speak the truth, you can do whatever you want, and you don't cling to anything.

Also looked down on life and death.

Anyway, I don't know how long this life will last, so it's better to live indulgently.

Others will have a future, but he will not.

Others have old age, he will not.

Others will have memories, but he will not have time to remember.

However, he happened to meet Shen Xizhi.

She is so young, so vivid, so vivid.

And he was already riddled with holes, and his soul was rotten wood.

He has no future, so he can't give her a future.

He just wanted to indulge his heart and love such a little girl in the last period of his life.

As far as possible, during the time he is alive, give her a "fiction" about the future.

As for after?

Who will consider the next thing?

Everything is unknown after death.

There will be no Huangquan Hell in this world, nor will there be any bridges, and there will be no reincarnation.

But at this moment, Qiao Zong suddenly became timid.

The girl's love is enthusiastic, burns recklessly and recklessly.

The tentacles are all hot.

Qiao Zong's cold heart was melted into a stream of flowing spring water. He wanted to stand with her and face her parents.

But he will die after all.

Maybe two years, maybe three years, even better, lingering for four or five years.

And how old was the little girl at that time?

In his early twenties.

The best age in a girl's life, the happiest youth.

Why should these things be wasted on him?

Qiao Zong's fingers moved, his hands under the table were clenched into fists, and his nails were pinched deeply into his palms, almost exhausting all his restraint.

He said: "Secretary Shen, sorry, I know I am not worthy of Ling Ai."