Rose Manor

Shen Jia Nian looked at Fu Jichen blankly and forgot to react.

He had a smile on his face, as if he was saying to her: Why don't you come over?
Everyone was as stunned as Shen Jianian. After a moment, they all started talking in low voices as if they were waking up from a dream.

"He's here to see Teacher Shen, I guess. I just heard him calling Teacher Shen's name."

"Is this Teacher Shen's boyfriend? He's so handsome!"

"Teacher Shen blushed, it must be her boyfriend, she is shy..."

Shen Jia Nian narrowed his eyes, returned the signature pen to the little girl who had been waiting beside him, walked away from the crowd and walked towards the man, stood in front of him, and asked softly: "Why are you here?"

Fu Jichen said: "I've been waiting for a long time. I was afraid that you would be abducted."

"How could..." After saying this, Shen Jianian realized that he was joking, pursed her lips and smiled, looking at him holding a handful of dewy roses in his hand, wrapped in beautiful cellophane, and the faint fragrance filled his nose. Suddenly, she asked knowingly, "Is it for me?"

Fu Jichen handed the flowers into her arms: "Celebrate your successful performance."

Shen Jia Nian took a cursory glance and saw that there were dozens of flowers. He could easily hold them with one hand, but she had to wrap them with both hands when they were given to her.

The delicate flowers held her chin. Looking at this picture, Fu Jichen could not help but think of the words "people are more delicate than flowers".

"I need you to help me get my cello and bag." Shen Jianian looked aside.

Fu Jichen was noncommittal, picking up the strap of the piano case and holding the bag in the other hand. He looked at her with gentle eyes: "Can you leave now? Your Royal Highness."

His teasing tone made Shen Jianian curl his lips and smile, nodded, and replied seriously: "Okay."

Everyone who witnessed this scene backstage only felt that they were sweetened by other people's love.

In the corridor, Shen Jia Nian passed by a boy wearing work clothes and holding flowers in his arms. Soon, the boy asked from behind: "Who is Shen Jia Nian?"

Someone responded: "Teacher Shen just left, you can see it if you chase him out."

The boy was worried about missing someone, so he ran out and shouted in the corridor: "Who is Shen Jia Nian? Shen Jia Nian, here are your flowers!"

Shen Jianian stopped and looked back at the boy who called his name. He realized what was going on and responded loudly: "I am."

Before she spoke, the errand boy noticed her. Among the people passing by, she and the gentleman next to her attracted the most attention, and it was difficult to ignore them.

"This is your flower, please sign for it." The errand boy smiled and handed over the flower in his hand with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

It's a bouquet of sunflowers mixed with lisianthus, embellished with some baby's breath, and the colors are fresh.

After Shen Jianian signed the order, he asked, "Can I know who sent this bouquet of flowers?"

The errand boy scratched his head: "I don't know about that."

Shen Jia Nian did not embarrass him. He freed up his hands to hold the bouquet of flowers and glanced at Fu Jichen. The man's eyes were deep, but he showed no other emotions.

"Maybe it's from Xia Xia. I'll ask her later." Shen Jia muttered pointedly, then glanced at the man next to her.

How could Fu Jichen not see through her thoughts? A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his cold face instantly broke through the ice, like melting spring water: "No matter who sent it, I won't be angry about such a bouquet of flowers, just take it."

It's not a rose that represents love.

Shen Jia Nian held two bouquets of flowers and buried her face in the soft flowers. The corners of her lips could not restrain their upward movements. In an instant, someone tapped her head. Fu Jichen's warning voice followed closely: "Don't inhale pollen. Be careful." allergy."

Shen Jianian said "Oh" and raised his head.

As they approached the parking place, Fu Jichen turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Shen Jia Nian said truthfully.

As if to prove her words, her stomach made a "gurgling" sound at the right time, clamoring for food.

Shen Jianian was a little embarrassed and explained: "Before the performance, I did styling for more than two hours. I didn't have time to eat dinner, so I drank a glass of fruit and vegetable juice. It's not easy to stay hungry until now."

Fu Jichen didn't understand her brain circuit, so he smiled and said, "Why are you explaining so much? Isn't it normal to be hungry? I'm not laughing at you."

Shen Jia Nian tightened his lips and said nothing.

She thought about it for a while, and it was probably a girl's little thought, she didn't want to show any unflattering behavior in front of the person she liked, even if it was a normal "tummy growl".

In the early hours of the morning, the area around the Grand Theater was still very lively because there was a performance here tonight.

Fu Jichen unlocked the car, put the cello in, turned around, took the two bouquets of flowers in her hand, and put them on the back seat: "I remember there is a good restaurant nearby. I will go back after eating."

Shen Jianian looked around and saw that most stores were closed: "Are you sure that store is still open?"

Fu Jichen closed the car door, locked the car again, took her hand and walked south: "Just go and take a look and you'll find out."

They came to a Western restaurant. The hall was brightly lit, and the business hours were written on the sign hanging at the door. It was open until four in the morning.

Shen Jianian's eyelashes fluttered in surprise.When they approached the main entrance of the restaurant, a waiter immediately came over to help open the door, made a "please" gesture toward the inside, and called Fu Jichen "Mr. Fu" with a standard smile.

Obviously, people recognized him, which showed that he had been here, more than once.The same was true for the other Western restaurant he took her to last time.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Jichen looked at her slightly absent-minded look, and tightened his fingers on her hand. .

Shen Jianian asked the doubts in his heart: "Have you ever eaten here?"

"How many times have I invited clients to dinner?" Fu Jichen didn't hide anything and told her frankly. After a pause, his tone suddenly became meaningful, "Check my position?"

Maybe she thought he had brought other women here.

Shen Jianian immediately shook his head and denied it: "I was just asking." She really didn't think much about it.

It was very late, so Fu Jichen didn't ask for a private room and took Shen Jianian to sit at a table for four in the hall by the window.

The waiter came over with the menu and handed it to Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen was about to ask Shen Jia Nian to order food. She noticed his behavior and refused: "You have been here a few times, so you must know what is delicious. You order it, I don't pick much."

Fu Jichen didn't explain. He came here every time to discuss business. He never remembered whether the food was delicious.

He flipped through the menu and ordered some light dishes according to her taste.

Candlesticks, aromatherapy crystals and hydrangeas were placed on the dining table, matching the warm lighting in the store. It was late at night, there were not so many customers, and the atmosphere was quiet and beautiful.

Shen Jianian couldn't help but take out his cell phone and take a photo of the ornaments on the table, and accidentally framed Fu Jichen's hand wearing a watch into the picture.

She clicked on the finished picture in the lower left corner and found that the overall effect was good, so she did not delete this one.

Fu Jichen crossed his long legs and leaned against the back of the chair. He picked up the cup and took a sip of water. Seeing her actions, he curved his lips and smiled.

Shen Jianian exited the photo album and remembered something she forgot to ask Bai Changxia, so she opened WeChat and sent her a message: "Did you give me flowers?"

After Bai Changxia left the Grand Theater, he took a taxi to the hospital. He had to stay with her in bed at night. He was still awake. After receiving the message, he understood what she meant after a moment's thought.

"Someone ordered flowers for you? No doubt, it must be Boss Fu!"

Shen Jianian was typing on her mobile phone. The waiter brought the food, said "please use it with ease" and left.

Fu Jichen put down the water glass, lightly opened his thin lips, and reminded her: "Didn't you say you're hungry? Stop playing with your phone. Go back and rest early after eating."

Shen Jianian sent out the message he had just edited, put down his cell phone, held a fork, picked up the thin slices of beef with tuna sauce on the plate, and put it into his mouth. Before he could chew it twice, his brows furrowed.

She picked up the juice and took a sip to cover up the taste in her mouth.

Fu Jichen noticed her subtle expression and asked, "Don't you like it?"

She pushed the plate towards him and said in a low voice, "It's a bit fishy."

Fu Jichen took a bite. It was a normal taste of the dish, but it might not be to her taste. He brought the chicken roll with blue ribbon to her: "Try this."

Just in case she stepped on the wrong thing again, Shen Jianian cut off a small piece with a table knife and tasted it. The chicken breast was tender and smooth, rolled with ham, and tasted like garlic butter and cheese.

She stretched her eyebrows and commented: "I prefer to eat this."

Fu Jichen asked her to try other dishes. Except for the first tuna sauce-flavored dish, which she didn't like, she thought the rest of the dishes were good.

After finishing the meal, the rain that had stopped earlier started to fall again, and it was even heavier than before.

Outside the restaurant, the street lights were blurred by the fine rain.

The waiters are attentive and provide umbrellas for guests.

Pushing open the glass door, a chill hit him. Fu Jichen opened a transparent umbrella, turned to the people around him and said, "Wait here, I'll bring the car over."

Shen Jianian held his arm with both hands: "We still have to turn around. It's too troublesome. Let's walk there together."

Fu Jichen took out his hands and put his arms around her waist. The umbrella tilted towards her, covering her whole body under the umbrella.The rain soaked the suit on his shoulders, and the pure black fabric printed a darker wet mark.

As Shen Jianian was walking, he suddenly looked back behind him.

Fu Jichen asked her: "What's wrong?"

She felt like someone was staring at her, but Shen Jianian didn't see anyone else on the road except them. She shook her head and said in a low voice: "It's nothing. Let's walk faster, my shoes are getting wet."

At the end of the long street, a soaked man came out of the corner and stared intently at the two people clinging to each other in the rain.

Behind him, an umbrella came over to cover the man's head, and the girl's concerned voice came immediately: "You will catch a cold if you get caught in the rain, let's go back."