President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi stood there as if he had been cast a holding curse, suddenly unable to speak.

Her eyes blinked in a daze, and slowly moved her gaze to Qiao Zong.

Qiao lowered his head and sat on the chair with his right elbow on the edge of the table. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes hanging down, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips and stared at him.

This man is still the same as when he first saw him. She has a face that looks like a disaster, and she has an excellent temperament. When I got closer, I realized that it was a poisoned poppy.

The appearance is gorgeous, but the inside is rotten.

Shen Xizhi suddenly felt like a bucket of ice water splashing her from head to toe on a cold winter day.

She woke up from her dream in an instant, and fell into the boundless abyss of hell.

Shen Jilin said that Qiao Zong would not like her, and most of the time she was with her was that she was Shen Mingxuan's daughter.

At that time, Shen Xizhi didn't believe it.

Love blinded her eyes and made her lose all her sanity, but at the moment just now, she stupidly thought that Qiao Zong would stand by her side.

She didn't want to see Qiao Zong being so embarrassed, so she stood up and confronted her parents rebelliously.

But her loneliness was exchanged for Qiao Zong's "not worthy".

Her eye sockets were getting sore little by little, the tip of her nose was very hot, and her throat seemed to be blocked. She couldn't control a whimper from her throat, and her uncontrollable anger and sadness spread overwhelmingly from her heart.

Shen Mingxuan did not expect to hear this sentence.

He glanced at Qiao Zong in surprise, reduced the look on his face, and calmed down a bit: "Since it is not good enough, please let Mr. Qiao let go."

Qiao lowered his eyes and got up from his chair.

There is a crystal chandelier in the middle of the dining table.

The light is bright, shining on him, his eyebrows are delicate and coquettish. His red lips moved, trying to say something, but in the end he just sighed and curled his lips ironically.

"Mr. Joe is leaving?" Jiang Tianzi raised his head and asked casually.

Qiao Zong said "Um", and when he spoke, his voice was already hoarse: "Uncle, Auntie, I have something to do, so I'll leave."

He pulled away the chair behind him, and prepared to leave.

Shen Xizhi's crying, fierce voice sounded behind him. Her voice was a little soft, and she was a little bit sweet when she cried.

"You stop me!"

Qiao Zong's body stiffened, his fingers tightened a little bit, without turning his head, and without pausing in his footsteps.

"Qiao Zong!" Shen Xizhi was still calling him behind her, and the little girl's tone was choked up: "I tell you to stop!"

Qiao Zong stopped and asked calmly: "What?"

He actually asked her what's wrong? !

Shen Xizhi raised her hand, covered her eyes with both hands, and asked with a sob, "You just said that you want me to believe you. Are you lying to me?"

Qiao Zong did not answer.

His back is thin and straight, and his shirt is wrapped in a good figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist. Shen Xizhi could read the smell of the scumbag from this back.

"You said you like me." Shen Xizhi said, "Are you also lying to me?"

Qiao Zhannan still did not answer her.

Shen Xizhi covered her face, bit her lip desperately, suppressed her crying, and asked: "Are you all lying to me? Qiao Zong, why are you lying to me? You know I like you so much, why are you lying to me, Why?"

Qiao Zhannan didn't say a word, he lifted his foot and left.

Shen Xizhi's tears came out of her eyes. She looked at Qiao Zong's figure from the gap between her fingers, and said with her last dignity: "Qiao Zong, I will not be with you in the future."

Qiao Zong's back tightened for a moment, and his figure was obviously stagnated.

Tears blurred the eye mask, and Shen Xizhi began to cry.

Shen Mingxuan and Jiang Tianzi looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in the eyes of each other.

Shen Mingxuan rubbed his forehead and said slowly, "Zhizhi, don't cry."

Qiao Zong had already walked out the door.

"Zhizhi, it's not worth it." Jiang Tianzi stretched out his hand and touched his daughter's arm in a gentle tone: "Mom and Dad will find you a better one, okay?"

Shen Xizhi's neck leaned back, and she sniffed, pushing away the tears in her eyes.

She glanced at her mother with teary eyes and cried, "...No, it's not good!"

Frightened by her daughter’s sad look, Shen Mingxuan’s voice softened a little: "Why is it bad? Mom and Dad will find you better than Qiao Zong, better-looking than him, and more like our Zhizhi than him. Ok?"

Shen Xizhi cried and took a deep breath. She shook her head desperately, her voice sharp: "It's not good, it's not good, it's all bad!"

Unexpectedly, she was so obsessed, Shen Mingxuan's expression changed.

The next moment, Shen Xizhi kicked off the chair and ran out.

She really likes Qiao Zong.

She likes him when he is not serious about teasing her; when he speaks seriously, she likes it too; when he fights for her, she likes to scream for him.

She likes everything about this man.

When Shen Xizhi ran out, Qiao Zong didn't go far, just walking to the side of the small flower bed.

Shen Xizhi called to stop him, "Qiao Zong Qiao Zong Qiao Zong!"

For a moment, Qiao Zong suddenly thought it was a dream.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Before long, the girl hugged him from behind.

Her arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him tightly, her face pressed against his back, tears penetrated the shirt fabric, burning Qiao Zong's skin.

The little girl begged him with a very compelling attitude: "Don't go, OK, don't go, you are worthy of me, no one in the world is worthy of me than you, really, Qiao Zong, Qiao Zong, Qiao Zong, I like you oh oh oh oh... I really like you so much, will you work hard for me? Qiao Zong is okay?"

Qiao Zong's heart felt as if a piece of meat had been cut alive by someone.

The wound was bloody, but someone sprinkled sugar on it.

Sweet and pain are indistinguishable, mixed together, uncomfortable makes people want to go crazy.

The little girl's cheeks kept rubbing his back, and she called him tenderly: "Qiao Zong Qiao Zong, please, go and tell my parents, OK, I can't live without you."

Qiao cast his eyes down, his gaze fell on Shen Xizhi's hands folded in front of him.

He was expressionless, raised his hand, and split her fingers one by one, and said in a slightly dumb voice: "Shen Xizhi, calm down."

Shen Xizhi struggled, and he was not allowed to leave. As soon as he opened a little bit, Shen Xizhi continued to tighten.

"Then you haven't liked me?" she asked stubbornly.

Joe never responded.

Shen Xizhi seemed to be hanging on the cliff and caught a straw, "You like me, then you are brave for me, okay?"

Her fingers were still struggling with Qiao Zong's hands.

Until Qiao Zong said: "I can't like you."

As soon as this sentence fell, Shen Xizhi's hand was broken, and Qiao Zong pushed her arm away, without turning his head back, and left without nostalgia.

Shen Xizhi's fingers were aching from being broken by him, and the roots of his fingers were numb and red.

She flattened her mouth, wept helplessly, and cursed: "Scumbag!"

Qiao Zong's car parked outside Shen's house.

He came to see Shen Mingxuan today, and the two had a discussion. Then I received a call from Shen Qingyi.

Qiao Zong didn't leave after talking, and climbed from the first floor to the balcony in front of Shen Xizhi's room.

He thought he had made a decision and the future would be bright.

Unexpectedly, it was this decision that made him never close to her.

Shen Xizhi's father said that he wanted to find a man who could take care of Shen Xizhi for life.

He can't do it.

If he died, Shen Xizhi would be sad.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

It would be better to make Shen Xizhi think he is a scumbag.

Shen Xizhi might still feel happy after he is gone.

Joe sat in the car with the back of his hand covering his eyes, looking tired.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to talk. The more tiring is the heart.

After a long time.

As the setting sun went dark, I couldn't see anything in the car.

Qiao Zong put the back of his hand down and called Shen Qingyi.

"What are you doing?" Shen Qing translated very impatiently: "Something?"

Qiao Zong let out a sigh of relief and smiled: "Brother, come out and play."

"What are you playing? Playing with you?" Shen Qingyi asked aggressively.

"What's so fun for me?" Qiao Zong said in a serious manner, "I might as well play with you."

Shen Qing translated: "..."

Shen Qing translated: "You are poisonous."

"No." Qiao Zong whispered: "Come with me."

Shen Qing translated: "...you good mother."

"In a bad mood." Qiao Zongruo said nonchalantly.

Shen Qing said indifferently: "It's my shit."

Qiao Zong's voice was very soft: "I feel better when I see our Lord Shen."

Shen Qing translated: "...Ill."

Shen Qing translated: "Location."

The location Qiao Zong gave was in a bar.

The name of the bar is Mi Se, and Shen Qingyi frowned in disgust when looking at the name.

When he arrived, Qiao Zong was sitting at the bar with a glass of colorful wine in his hand. He just stared at it and didn't drink it.

Shen Qingyi hooked his shoulders from behind and said sarcastically: "Zongzi, do you still dare to drink?"

"Don't drink." Qiao Zong raised his head, leaned his head on his chest, stretched out his hand, patted Shen Qingyi's arm, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Shen Qingyi, how do I think you are having a good time."

Shen Qingyi was disgusted by his gesture of touching his arms and leaning on his chest. He pushed Qiao Zong away in disgust, and sat down on the stool next to him, "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Qiao tilted his head and looked at him with a vague look.

Shen Qing couldn't take it anymore, and she propped her forehead: "Don't be so **** every day, can't you be gay."

"I really like it." Qiao smiled, the curvature of the corners of his lips was cold and mocking: "Master Shen."

Shen Qing translated it for a while: "You shut up."

"You said," Qiao Zong sighed, "How can you be like a fool every day."

"..." Shen Qing's translation rolled her eyes: "You are a fool."

"Haha," Qiao Zong moved his shoulders, put down the wine in his hand, and agreed, "Isn't I just a fool."

Shen Qingyi looked at him with crazy eyes.

Qiao bowed his head, sniffed the aroma of the wine, and then took a sip.

Shen Qingyi's expression suddenly changed, and shouted at him: "Qiao Zong, what are you doing!"

As he said, he snatched the wine from Qiao Zong's hand, and said angrily: "Do you know what the end of your drinking? You want to die, you are crazy? You want to die, don't die in front of me, stay away from me, don't let Lao Tzu knowledge."

He is so fierce, Qiao Zong is not angry.

The man propped his face with one hand, and looked at him with a smile. He is very handsome, and when he laughs, it seems that all the spring flowers are blooming. However, there was a chill between the eyebrows and eyes: "Translated by Shen Qing, after I die, do you go back to see me every year?"

"No." Shen Qing said coldly.

Qiao Zong put his arm on Shen Qingyi's shoulder, exhaling, the sip of wine that he had just drunk seemed to be a little bit up.

He looked drunk and his voice showed a faint smile: "Then you must remember, bring me a bunch of roses."

"You die, I won't look at you." Shen Qing translated her chest ups and downs, suppressing sadness, "You give me a good life."

If Qiao Zong hadn't heard of it, he said sadly: "I like it."

But I can't get it.

I can't hold it.

I am destined to lose.

I don't want her to accompany me to hell, I give her freedom.

I love her.