President Ba’s Little Rose

When Shen Xizhi woke up, the sky was just getting bright, and there was a very faint fishy smell in the air. After being heated by body temperature, it didn't smell unpleasant, it just made people think it was too ambiguous.

She turned her face to look at Qiao Zong who was lying next to her.

Qiao Zong slept deeply, closing his eyes, his thick eyelashes drooping, covering his eyelids. Most of his chest was exposed, and the quilt in the hotel only covered his waist.

Shen Xizhi stared at the red mark on his shoulder for a while.

The things that Qiao Zong did to her last night turned into pictures and came to mind. She never knew that that kind of thing was painful but pleasant.

She raised her right hand and looked at the ring on her ring finger.

When the love was so strong, Qiao Zong put it on her finger in a daze.

At that time, Shen Xizhi only felt that the roots of her fingers were cold, she had a clear mind, and raised her eyes to look at Qiao Zong above.

Qiao Zong kissed her eyelids, as if carelessly: "This ring is the right size, you can wear it."

Shen Xizhi felt that something was wrong, but couldn't tell. She blinked in a daze, "Oh".

Qiao Zong smiled, even more presumptuous.

After thinking about it, Shen Xizhi's eyelids flicked, and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he was already three rods in the sun.

Bright daylight crawled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting large bright marks on the floor. Shen Xizhi rubbed his eyes, and noticed a figure standing against the background.

"Qiao Zong?" She said, her voice hoarse, and there was a slight tearing pain in her throat when she spoke.

Qiao Zong received his phone and turned around, "Awake?"

Shen Xizhi lay on the bed and nodded, "What time is it?"

Qiao Zong said: "At half past eleven."

When he walked over, Shen Xizhi only noticed that there was only a bath towel around his waist. He glanced over his bare shoulders, and recalled last night, Shen Xizhi's ears were flushed and his face was hot.

Qiao Zong sat down by the bed.

As the bed collapsed a little bit, Shen Xizhi felt that a certain line of defense in his heart had also been breached. She half propped up, her arms wrapped around Qiao Zong's waist.

The close touch of the skin is tingling in my heart.

Shen Xizhi pressed her face to Qiao Zong's abdomen, showing no face to see him, but she was reluctant to separate from him.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zong touched the girl's head, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

The little girl didn't speak, and nuzzled him affectionately on her cheek.

However, Qiao Zong looked down and saw the girl's snow-white slender back and shoulder-covered long hair. Black hair, snow-white skin, and red marks on it.

Qiao Zong's eyes darkened.

His hand picked up the little girl's chin, lifted her face, and looked at it inch by inch.

"I'm hungry," Shen Xizhi was embarrassed by him, and said nonsense: "I want to eat."

Her voice was a little dumb, but it was unexpected. Qiao Zong felt that her heart was about to be crushed by her. He licked his lips, lightly pecked the girl's slightly swollen red lips, and coaxed: "What's so delicious about rice, brother."

Shen Xizhi: "?"

Shen Xizhi: "!"

In the next moment, Joe let himself down.

Shen Xizhi scolded Qiao Zong many **** in her heart.

This **** is not good to her at all, he won't give her food when he is hungry, and what kind of brother do she want to eat!

But Qiao Zong also had moments that were addictive.

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It was more than four o'clock in the afternoon after the tossing, and Shen Xizhi's hungry chest was pressed against his back, tired and uncomfortable.

Qiao Zong stood in front of the bed refreshingly and put on his clothes. He moved slowly, buttoning his shirt buttons one by one, and his side was Qingjun, except for his hair a little messy, he was not sick at all.

Shen Xizhi lay on the bed and stared at him.

Qiao Zong dressed neatly, adjusted his neckline, walked to the bed, leaned down, and smiled: "Is it satisfied?"

Shen Xizhi naturally knew what he was talking about.

She turned her head, her voice indifferent: "So-so." However, her earlobes were red like blood.

Duplicate little girl. Qiao Zong stretched out his index finger, poked the little girl's cheek, and asked with a bit of anguish: "Then who was crying for brother just now?"

Shen Xizhi: "..."

Love so and so.

It's not her anyway!

Ok.

Not her.

Shen Xizhi did not hear, "I'm hungry."

"Huh?" Qiao Zong responded naturally, "Do you want to eat brother?"

"..." I don't know if the old man understands it or pretends it doesn't understand, or doesn't understand it at all. Shen Xizhi doubts the former is more likely.

"No way." Before Shen Xizhizhi could return, Qiao Zong smiled and said, "Brother has to rest for a while."

"..." Shen Xizhi raised his eyelids and glanced at him sadly.

After all, she was younger, and her face was not as thick as Qiao Zong's. After being teased by him, her face was flushed and transparent.

Qiao sat down on the head of the bed, picked her up from the bed, and sat on her lap.

Shen Xizhi sat face to face with him, she was shy, she didn't dare to look at him, but she couldn't help thinking that there was nothing to persuade. She half-hidden her eyes to observe Qiao Zong's expression.

However, as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the man's sight.

Qiao Zong also stared straight at her.

Shen Xizhi's heart jumped abruptly, and she tightened the cloth on the man's shoulders. She curled her legs, half kneeling, her skin against the fabric of Qiao Zong's body. Somewhat uncomfortable.

Qiao Zong wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other hand held her ankle.

Then, with a little force, she lifted her curled legs up.

Shen Xizhi was a little dazed, raising her eyes blankly. In the next instant, Qiao Zong took his shoulders and hugged him tightly. This action was too sudden, she opened her eyes wide, and subconsciously asked: "What are you doing?"

The man's fingers were still rubbing her ankle.

His voice is low and dumb, like wine that has been brewed for thousands of years, and it sounds a little intoxicating in his ears.

He said, "Xi Zhi, please, don't leave me."

Shen Xizhi didn't speak. She patted Qiao Zong on the shoulder, but did not respond.

He hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to melt her into his own blood. He muttered, "Promise me."

Shen Xizhi pinched his earlobe and rubbed it.

It is Qiao Zong himself who will obviously leave, but what is he doing to beg her not to leave?

This is very harsh in my ears.

Shen Xizhi said, "Qiao Zong, I'm hungry, let's eat."

She got up from Qiao Zong, enduring the sourness, picked up the clothes piled on the sofa and put them on one by one. Did not notice that the man by the bed kept staring at her.

The focused but terrifying sight.

After a long time, Qiao Zong closed his eyes. There is a slight redness at the corners of the eyes.

After dinner, Shen Xizhi returned to school, and Qiao Zong sent her to the bottom of the dormitory.

Before Shen Xizhi was about to go upstairs, his wrist was pulled. She turned her head, puzzled: "Is there anything else?"

As if being breathed by her "scumbag" tone, Qiao smiled: "Go back and pack up things and move to my brother's house."

"Huh?" Shen Xizhi was shocked: "What?" Moved to Qiao Zong's house?

Qiao Zong patted her on the head, pressed his throat and said, "Observe."

The man's palm was dry and warm. Shen Xizhi thought of what Qiao Zong had just said in the hotel, and her heart softened a bit. She pushed Qiao Zong's hand away, "I know."

All three roommates are there.

Seeing Shen Xizhi's return, the three of them looked like paparazzi, and they came up with gossiping, "Oh, Xizhi, what did you do without coming back all night?"

Shen Xizhi felt a little uncomfortable all over, and she didn't have the patience to speak. She simply packed a few pieces of clothes, put them in her schoolbag, said hello to her roommate, and was about to leave.

Qiao Zong was still waiting for her downstairs.

Shen Xizhi's steps unconsciously brisk. She was carrying her bag, but she didn't feel heavy, but looked forward to it a little.

Even if there is no result with Qiao Zong, it is good to have a sufficiently beautiful process.

The man is standing under the magnolia tree, his style is absolutely brilliant.

The eyes of the little girls fell on him one after another, Shen Xizhi narrowed his eyes, stood at the door of the dormitory building, and waved at Qiao Zong.

Qiao Zong looked over with a smile.

Shen Xizhi saw the "strawberry print" on his neck at a glance. Was Qiao Zong being watched just now? Her face turned hot, and she wanted to walk back with her schoolbag on her back.

But Qiao Zong had already walked up to her.

The man leaned halfway, and said mildly, "Is it tired?"

She nodded.

Qiao Zong put his hand across her shoulder, took off her schoolbag, and held it to her.

He said: "The bicycle was rented, and I went back just now. Brother carried you to the parking lot, okay?"

There are still people watching around.

Shen Xizhi lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "Yeah."

He squatted in front of her and bent his back: "Come up."

Shen Xizhi wrapped his neck around his neck, Qiao Zong hugged her knees with both hands, bumped hard, and said, "Hold tight, don't fall."

She hugged Qiao Zong's neck tightly, and put her face on his back, as if returning to when she was very young, when she was carried by her father.

Qiao Zong is so kind to her.

Shen Xizhi stretched her neck, leaned forward, kissed Qiao Zong's cheek, and said sweetly, "Thank you Mr. Joe."

"You're welcome." Qiao Zong curled his lips and smiled.

The two thanked each other like children.

When she came to the bridge, she had to go up the stairs. Shen Xizhi wanted to get down because she was afraid that Qiao Zong's body would not be able to hold it.

There was sweat on the man's white face, and it was streaming down his forehead, and he occasionally took a dull breath.

Shen Xizhi saw it in her eyes, and her heart felt like acupuncture pain.

Qiao Zong said, "No."

He was cold and fierce, and Shen Xizhi was also a little angry. She deliberately breathed into Qiao Zong's ear: "You can."

Qiao was not angry.

He just hated his incompetent body, and after only such a short while, he was already exhausted. He was born weak, and he couldn't even give his beloved girl a normal relationship like a normal boy.

He would feel tired even if he carried her on his back for a while.

The air breathing into his lungs was like a knife, cutting through his nerves and reason.

Shen Xizhi did not promise not to leave him.

His body is so weak again.

When he dies, Shen Xizhi will look for a man who is stronger than him. Shen Xizhi and that man would do everything he and Shen Xizhi did.

Qiao Zong's eyes were gloomy.

He gritted his teeth and carried her back for a while, and when he was approaching the school gate, Qiao Zong could no longer suppress the hostility in his heart. He put her down and said, "Go by yourself."

The man's aura is extremely low, and even his speech is extremely cold.

Shen Xizhi didn't know why.

The girl was squeamish since she was young, and when he said this, she felt a little angry in her heart: "Go by yourself."

She didn't even look at Qiao Zong, turned her head and left.

There is a long tree-lined road at the entrance of the campus.

In late autumn, the leaves were rustling and falling, and Qiao Zong stared at her back, standing in place, his eyes cold.

But he saw the ring on the girl's hand in the next instant.

He didn't wear the ring Shen Xizhi bought and put it away.

But out of selfishness, he put it on her. Surprisingly, the girl did not refuse.

This ring is like a small flame, igniting something.

The girl still wears the ring on her ring finger.

Qiao Zong wanted to ask her if she knew what it meant to wear a ring on her ring finger? However, he couldn't ask.

He bit his tongue fiercely, until the bleeding came from the bite, he strode forward, "Shen Xizhi."

Shen Xizhi stopped for a moment and tilted her head.

Joe bent down and hugged her sideways.

The body suddenly vacated, and Shen Xizhi's heart also seemed to hang in the air for a moment. That empty-hearted feeling made her uneasy, and she subconsciously hugged Qiao Zong.

"Are you annoying," Shen Xizhi said. She also remembered that Qiao had insulted her just now, and she was extremely wronged.

The expression on Qiao Zong's face eased, and he hugged her and walked forward, completely ignoring the sight of the surrounding students. His eyes were half drooping and he softened his temper and coaxed: "Sorry baby, I just said that I was too strong."

How could she be able to coax it off with such a simple sentence. Shen Xizhi snorted, "Oh."

Qiao Zong said: "Go home."

The parking lot is off campus.

Qiao Zong kept holding her for such a long distance, and walked to the end in one breath.

After a long time, Shen Xizhi recalled that day, and could no longer remember the sunset and evening breeze that night, nor could he remember what the classmates who were watching them along the way said.

But still remember, Qiao Zong said to her, go home.

Very simple two words.

But it sounds so beautiful.

Go home.

But does Qiao Zong still have a home?