She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 231 Can I Hug You?
To Shen Manzhi, Bian Shu could be described as a friend.

He is her contact person as a non-staff member of Linjiang, her best partner in many missions, and her friend who will personally cook a bowl of beef noodles for her if she breaks into her house in the middle of the night.

Maybe it's just like what Bian Shu said himself, some things are unavoidable for the sake of survival. His only mission is to be Linjiang's eyes in Huaicheng. Even with his current position, he is still walking on thin ice.

Wandering around in the center of power, it became unclear what was right and what was wrong. Even if some insignificant secrets were leaked, even if there was the possibility of putting her, a non-staff employee, on the brink of life and death, as long as it did not harm the actual interests of Linjiang, everything was tacitly accepted.

Shen Manzhi didn't mention the past, but that didn't mean he was generous enough to forgive him.

But when I thought about the result of digging up old grudges, which would be nothing more than violent revenge, it suddenly became a bit boring.

She used to like to solve problems with her fists, licking her wounds alone in her hard body. Others could only see her spoiled and domineering side, so they would just glance at her from a distance and then leave in disgust or fear.

It has been like this for so long.

After she grew up, she would not trust anyone easily, and she would not care if anyone left.

So even if Bian Shu stabbed her in the back to some extent, she just thought it was human nature and could accept it.

Shen Manzhi returned to the room, took off his clothes and walked to the bathroom, took a shower as usual, changed into comfortable clothes, took out a bottle of water from the freezer, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, and turned on the TV in the room.

A picture of harmonious coexistence is playing out in the animal world.

A Siberian wolf lay by the river taking a nap with its green eyes half-closed. A wild deer looked around and then stood cautiously on the other side, drinking water. It was a rare harmonious scene even in the biological circle where survival of the fittest prevails.

She remembered one autumn and winter when her master took her to see a hermit. Above the mountains, under the floating clouds, in the rain and mist, the old man sat alone in the Taoist temple, weaving bamboo strips in his hands, calm and composed, like an immortal in the rain.

I know the black leopard is in the depths, and it laughs at being entangled in the mud.

It is the detachment and clarity that is not bound by the world.

She didn't understand what he meant at the time.

Later, in the Jiuqing Temple training competition, among more than a hundred people, she was the only one who won the first place after only two years of apprenticeship. When the abbot put a red flower hat on her head, the master gave her a piece of calligraphy with that sentence written on it.

Shen Manzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned his back against the wall behind him.

The philosophy that the master has always pursued is that the great way is simple and that one is strong when he has no desires. Unfortunately, he met a disciple like her.

She could not become that black leopard, just like this Siberian wolf would eventually swallow the wild deer.

This brief "beautiful coexistence" was only because the well-fed wolf had no interest at the moment, not because of tolerance and kindness.

The same goes for her.

When people are bored, they will find things boring.

Shen Manzhi simply turned off the lights, muted the TV, and curled up in bed. Only the TV screen emitted a soft light.

She was awakened from a nightmare, and she put the back of her hand on her forehead and breathed slowly and steadily.

He reached out and touched his phone, and as if by telepathy, Qin Yanfeng's call came in.

Shen Manzhi responded with his eyes closed.

There seemed to be silence on the other end of the phone for half a second, and the whisper became softer, "Are you sleeping? Did I wake you up?"

She turned over, half of her face buried in the cup, and said in a muffled voice, "No, I just woke up."

Qin Yanfeng's heart suddenly softened, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Shen Manzhi said "hmm" unconsciously.

Like the soft sound made by a kitten.

"Okay, call me when you wake up," Qin Yanfeng said gently, and finally asked, "Is that okay?"

Shen Manzhi opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again, "Yeah."

As if knowing that she didn't have the energy to hang up, Qin Yanfeng waited for a few seconds before hanging up.

I woke up again two hours later.

Shen Manzhi curled up and closed his eyes for a while, then slowly woke up.

The phone was very quiet, and Qin Yanfeng did not disturb her again except for that call.

She propped herself up and slowly sat up, leaning back. On TV, a white dough ball was being shown, and a harp seal was slowly gliding on the ice.

She was playing with her phone while watching the movie, and when the commercial started, she unconsciously made a call.

I didn't know what to say, and before I could open my mouth, a low and gentle voice came from the other side, "Are you awake? It's half past seven. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Shen Manzhi was indeed a little hungry, and squinted his eyes lazily, "Anything is fine."

"Then I'll pick you up?"

Qin Yanfeng waited patiently for her response.

"it is good."

Before Maine was taken away, Zhou Mijiang held the cat's ears and took a deep sip. "Let's eat together tonight?" Qin Yanfeng picked up Zhizhi and smoothed his furry fur. "Next time."

He actually heard the fatigue in Shen Manzhi's tone.

That kind of depressed, decadent, lazy state where it is hard to see any vitality.

In less than twenty minutes, Qin Yanfeng arrived.

Shen Manzhi told him the password.

So she still sat at the head of the bed in the same position as at the beginning. The first thing she saw when she looked up was the domineering cat face of Maine Coon, and then the man with gentle eyes and brows.

Zhizhi jumped down from Qin Yanfeng's arms and walked towards the bed.

Shen Manzhi put his hands on the edge of the bed and let them hang down. His furry ears rubbed against his palms, making a sticky sound.

There was a shadow in front of him, and Qin Yanfeng lowered his eyes to look at her with a gentle and affectionate expression.

He lowered his eyelashes and sat on the bed, tied up his sleeves, and said in a natural tone, "The temperature has dropped again today, it's a bit cold."

Shen Manzhi looked at him.

"Can I have a hug?"

Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

The man lowered his head slightly, his hair draped over his forehead, a few strands of hair threaded through his long eyelashes, like mist wetted by rain flashing across his eyes, creating a little watery light, clear and transparent.

He raised his eyes and asked again, "Can I hug you?"

Shen Manzhi felt soft in her heart. After a few breaths, she sat up. Before she leaned forward, she was hugged in his arms.

The weather was indeed a bit chilly, and the man was covered in cold air after coming back from outside.

Because of the height difference, Shen Manzhi was almost completely embraced by him, and the faint scent of camellia lingered in his nostrils.

It smells good and is very comfortable.

Qin Yanfeng's hands gently fell on her back and circled her, and this posture made it seem as if she was the one asking for a hug.

Zhizhi squatted on the ground and looked at the two of them, then licked his lips, raised his long fur tail and went to play with the tassels under the curtains.

The hug did not last long. When Shen Manzhi was released, the lazy look in her eyes became clearer. She kept looking at Qin Yanfeng.

Qin Yanfeng did not hide, and let her look at him, his expression becoming more gentle, "Do you want to hug me again?"

Then he looked at those beautiful eyes which slowly began to turn red.

Qin Yanfeng felt as if something had collapsed in his heart. He reached out and stroked her cheek, moving a little closer. His palm fell behind her head and he brought her into his arms, gently hugging her slender waist.

Shen Manzhi rested his cheek against his collarbone, blinked, and after a moment lowered his head and buried it in the man's broad neck.

We finally decided to have hotpot for dinner.

Qin Yanfeng called someone to pick up the cat and went downstairs first. Shen Manzhi changed into light clothes and went out. He ran into Jing Mo who was explaining things in the hall downstairs.

Jing Mo walked over, lifted up her curly hair and let it fall behind her, "I just saw your girl."

Shen Manzhi followed her into the quiet corridor, "Well, let's get ready to eat. Are you still busy?"

Jing Mo waved in a certain direction and said lazily, "I have something to tell you. I will go back to the capital tomorrow."

Shen Manzhi just heard what Bian Shu said, "If you need anything, tell me anytime."

The waiter came over with a tray of cocktails. Jingmo asked him for a light, then tilted his head to light the slender women's cigarette between his fingertips.

She turned around and smiled at Shen Manzhi, "Okay."

Shen Manzhi lowered his gaze and saw a scratch on Jing Mo's jaw, which was now a little red and swollen. He then looked at the palm of her hand holding the cigarette, "I have scar medicine in my room."

Jing Mo tilted his forehead and chuckled, "It's not a big deal. Everyone can take a look when we get back before it heals."

Shen Manzhi's eyes gradually turned cold, but Jing Mo knew clearly that even if the Jing family saw it, they would not believe it.

The only person who could have protected her had already made his choice this morning.

"The Tang family has an only son who happened to be returning to the capital for vacation this month. He is a friend of mine. If you are free, please take him around for me."

Jingmo bit the cigarette and replied "OK".

After saying that, she glanced at her friend, narrowed her eyes slightly and curled her lips, "Thank you."

The Tang family in the capital is on par with the Jing family, but the only son of the Tang family is several levels higher.

Qin Yanfeng came up from the basement floor and appeared at the end of the corridor, walking towards this side.

Jing Mo leaned against the wall of a pot of green ivy, exhaled smoke, and said in a voice as soft as a hook, "Zhizhi, you told me before, don't trust men too much."

Shen Manzhi also saw Qin Yanfeng.