Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 50 I Can't Help Thinking Of Him

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Zhiwei received a call from Cai Zhi, and it was indeed he who sent the flower.

"I don't know what kind of flowers you like, so I matched them a little. I don't know if it will look messy." Cai Zhi first explained that he had just got off work, and then mentioned flowers.

"The flowers are beautiful." Song Zhiwei said politely, "Thank you."

Cai Zhi seemed relieved, and said with a smile, "It's just as long as you like it."

Song Zhiwei continued: "It's just that you don't need to send me flowers, it's a waste of money and time."

For Cai Zhi, she still couldn't accept further development, but she didn't want to say too much and hurt people.

"For me, it's not a waste at all." Cai Zhi smiled. He knew that Song Zhiwei hadn't accepted him yet, but at least she didn't show any disgust. That's all. "Just ask, do you have any plans for tomorrow night?" ?”

"I have arrangements for tomorrow night." Song Zhiwei flatly refused, sending flowers today, but it's uncertain what Cai Zhi will do tomorrow, so she simply didn't give it a chance.

"Oh, that's fine." Cai Zhi's voice could not hide his disappointment, but he still said, "Tomorrow I will turn on the phone 24 hours a day. If you have anything, I will be on call."

If it were any other woman, she would probably be moved by this sentence, but Song Zhiwei doesn't know why she doesn't like Cai Zhi. Even if the other party is a tall, rich and handsome man who can endure hardships and is self-motivated, she just can't arouse the slightest interest.

Because she was on duty tonight, Song Zhiwei could get off work at noon the next day.

"Sister Wei, what are your plans for today?" While changing clothes, Xue Qian walked in treacherously, and asked Song Zhiwei winkingly.

"What's the arrangement, let's go to bed." Song Zhiwei neatly re-tied her hair, and hung the white coat in the cabinet while replying.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the cabinet door was opened, the sharp-eyed Xue Qian saw the bouquet inside. She immediately blocked Song Zhiwei's movement to close the cabinet door, and took the flowers out first.

"I just said why it's so fragrant. It turns out that you secretly hid such a large bouquet of roses. No, not only roses, but also tulips, carnations, lilies—wow, there are more than a dozen kinds. Which handsome guy gave it to you?" Xue Qian exclaimed and asked.

Fearing that her loud voice would attract other people, Song Zhiwei quickly closed the door of the lounge.

"What are you doing behind closed doors? Falling in love is not being a thief." Xue Qian sniffed the fragrance of the flower vigorously, with a satisfied smile on her face, "It smells really good, and I feel refreshed instantly after smelling it."

"I'm not in a relationship." Song Zhiwei clarified.

"That's the suitor." Xue Qian immediately understood, "It can't be that police officer Cai?"

Song Zhiwei didn't deny it, just acquiesced.

"I knew he was a good young man, and he wouldn't give up easily." Xue Qian nodded vigorously, appreciating, "To subdue an iceberg beauty like you, you must have a perseverance that will never waver after being tortured. "

"What destruction?" Song Zhiwei glared at Xue Qian, who was speaking out of order, and stretched out her hand, "Give me back the flowers."

"Understood, the flowers are yours, and I won't snatch them from you." Xue Qian handed them back to Song Zhiwei fondly, and muttered with her lips pouted, "Why didn't anyone give me such a big bouquet of flowers?"

"Have you received too few flowers?" Song Zhiwei replied to the greedy Xue Qian while putting the flowers back into the cabinet.

"But there is not such a big bunch." Xue Qian sighed exaggeratedly, "I have a lot of quantity, but the quality is poor. Your quantity is small, but it is a fine product."

Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes and locked the cabinet: "It's impossible for me and Cai Zhi."

"Why is it impossible? You are so stubborn." Xue Qian poked Song Zhiwei on the forehead with hatred, and cursed, "I really should perform a craniotomy on you to see if the brain circuits inside are all intact. is dead."

Waving her hand away, Song Zhiwei turned the topic back to Xue Qian, "What about you, I heard that you took an hour off in the afternoon, who are you planning to date?"

Xue Qian covered her face pretentiously, and winked at Song Zhiwei shyly, "It's that person from last time."

"Which time was it last time? Who was that person?" Song Zhiwei was at a loss.

"Oh, it's the last time we drank together, one of the soldiers." Xue Qian replied loudly without covering her face.

Song Zhiwei's eyes widened, could it be Wei Xuan?

However, Xue Qian continued: "It's a platoon leader under Liu Meng. I don't know if you still have any impression."

Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't Wei Xuan.

She shook her head, "I have no impression."

"Bring him out to have dinner with you later." Xue Qian seemed shy, and refused to say more, and drove Song Zhiwei out of the door, "Go back to sleep, maybe someone will ask you out tonight."

"Don't push me." Song Zhiwei pursed her lips after being kicked out by Xue Qian for no reason, and went home.

At night, Song Zhiwei woke up hungry. She ordered fast food online, but the courier boy called and said that there were too many people ordering today, and the delivery would be an hour late.

Isn't today the Qixi Festival?Couples are out to eat, who orders food?
Song Zhiwei felt baffled, but soon figured it out. It must be that there are more single dogs like her. They don't want to go out and be "tortured" during the Qixi Festival. They choose to order food at home, so the order is full.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if the mind is abused, but the stomach is also abused." Song Zhiwei sighed and shook her head. Taking advantage of her spare time, she decided to clean up the house.

While cleaning the table, she found Wei Xuan's bank card.

Because she took all the money on the card at once, she just threw the card on the table and waited to get it when she was paid this month.

Holding the bank card in her hand, Song Zhiwei suddenly thought of Wei Xuan again.

What will he be doing at this time?Are you working overtime or are you dating Ye Jiaqi?
Memories of that night flooded into her mind, and there were many fragments among them. She couldn't remember the whole process, but she remembered everything before the fever. After that, he took care of her, she pulled him and talked a lot, and even asked him to go to bed , These sporadic memory fragments also exist in her mind.

She remembered that when she woke up, he had already left, leaving only a note on the table reminding her to go to the hospital.

She had already had a fever by then, so she didn't listen to him.

But she slowly recalled many things of the previous night, and the more she thought about it, the hotter her face became, hotter than when she had a fever.

In the next few days, she tried not to think about it, trying to pretend that that night didn't exist, but now, on the night of Qixi Festival, she couldn't help but think of him.

(End of this chapter)