She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 80 Why Can't I

Qin Juan looked slightly cold, "She has returned to Beijing."

"Then see you in the capital next month."

Shen Manzhi was not in a hurry. After all, He Jia was still in love with Xu Qiu.

She had no intention of beating the odds, so she could only wait.

But before he could figure out how to deal with this matter, he received a call from A Fei, saying that Jiang Zai had a fight with someone in the library.

Shen Manzhi returned to Jingwei, changed his clothes, and drove to the teahouse.

New Year's Eve is a week away. Jiang Yue is from Huaicheng and leaves later than everyone else. He usually rushes home two days before New Year's Eve.

There were more people at night. When Shen Manzhi entered the back door of the small square, he opened the fringed curtain and saw A Fei carrying water and a rag to the attic.

She stopped the person, "A Fei, what are you doing so frizzy?"

A Fei, who was holding a basin of water, hesitated to speak and did not dare to say more, "Sister Zhi, you will know when you come up and take a look."

There are not many things in the attic. Except for a tatami, the rest of the cabinets are relatively old. They were left behind by the owner of the old residence when the teahouse was first opened. Shen Man agreed.

So now it's a mess.

After rummaging through the cabinets and sawdust all over the floor, the taciturn young man sat on the ground, leaning against the tatami, looking up at her.

The red corners of her eyes were a little moist, and they were scarred like a little beast, a bit like she once was.

Shen Manzhi looked at Ah Fei, who evaded his eyes, pointed at his hair, looked around the room, and finally raised the red towel in his hand.

Oh, it’s Lu Zhe.

Ah Fei pretended to wipe the cabinet twice and went out, leaving room for the two of them to talk.

Shen Manzhi walked up to him, propped one knee on the carpet, squatted down, took the medical kit on the side, took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and handed it to him, "Wipe it and disinfect it."

Jiang Yue put a hand on Bentong's knee, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her coldly and aggrievedly, and whispered, "Why can't I?"

Shen Manzhi's hand holding the cotton swab paused slightly and did not answer his question, "Why are you fighting?"

Jiang Yue has always been very obedient, except for the first year when he met him. Later, he slowly smoothed out his rough edges and developed such a temperament that is neither arrogant nor impetuous.

"You have only known him for less than a month, and yet you can be so close to him, protect him, and treat his wounds yourself."

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the obvious distance between the two of them. He seemed to be choked up and stubbornly repeated, "Now if it's me, why can't you do it?"

"Jiang Yue."

Shen Manzhi's cold voice sounded. She hadn't called him like this for a long time.

The first time he was called by his full name was when he was filling out personal information in the school infirmary as a freshman in high school. He had an argument with a senior classmate and was pushed into a ditch by a strong man. His calf was scratched and bled profusely.

The doctor called his name and went inside to bandage him.

There was a girl lying on the bed next to her with a lollipop in her mouth. Her left leg was wrapped in white cloth and hung in the air. She had her hands folded behind her head and looked at him with interest.

He avoided looking and stared at the wound on his leg.

"Young man, your skin is white!"

The doctor brought something to sterilize, cut open his trousers, and made a joke.The boy's face turned redder.

Shen Manzhi looked at his expression of enduring pain and suddenly called his name.

Jiang Yue looked up at the person in the bed next to him.

At that time, Shen Manzhi was about to graduate from high school. She was a promiscuous and naughty girl. She was good-looking, with cold white skin and lustrous lips. Her beautiful eyes only fell on him.

She told him that the reason why her leg was injured was that she single-handedly defeated the school's five-man team and defeated them. When she said this, her eyes were full of arrogance.

distracting from his pain perception.

The doctors and nurses laughed and said nothing, telling him not to listen.

Only then did Jiang Yue realize her intention.

The second time they met, he was found and dragged into the woods by the group of people. He had become accustomed to curling up to protect his face and head.

The imaginary fist did not fall, only the sound of the punch was heard like the wind.

Jiang Yue saw the glowing girl standing in front of him in the scattered sunlight that was projected into the grove, just like what she said that day, how she fought against five.

From then on, she has been protecting him.

So after three years, Shen Manzhi found him and asked him if he wanted to follow her in music.

He didn't hesitate at all.

As long as it's her, it's fine.

Jiang Yue's eyes trembled slightly and he smiled faintly, "Why did it change?"

Shen Manzhi heard the implication of his words, his eyes became cold, and he stood up, but his wrist was pulled by a force, and his center of gravity was unstable. Jiang Yue knelt on his knees and raised his upper body to press her to the ground.

The grown-up surly boy pressed her wrist, his eyes full of paranoia, and he tilted his head and lowered his body.

A cold light flashed in Shen Manzhi's eyes, and he used his strength to quickly push the man over, suppressing half of his body.

"Well!"

Jiang Yue curled up, frowned in pain, and showed the expression of a wounded puppy.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly felt relieved, "I'm sorry..."

Jiang Yue held her wrist and raised half of his body, almost touching the woman's chin.

From such a close distance, he looked into her beautiful eyes and spoke carefully.

"Sister, what did I do wrong?"

Shen Manzhi stretched out his hand, pressed his body and pushed him back, pulling away from him. His expression was cold and inhumane.

"Jiang Yue, don't cross the line."

Jiang Yue was lying on the ground, looking at the ceiling, and smiled meaninglessly, "What does crossing the line mean? Does having a crush on you count as crossing the line?"

Outside the cubicle door, in the gap of the door that was not completely closed, the camera flashed by and retreated quietly.

(End of this chapter)