President Ba’s Little Rose

As if perceiving her sight, Qiao Zong raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the second floor.

Shen Xizhi's peeping behavior was caught upright.

Qiao Zong smiled gently, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the roses in his arms. The roses are a big bunch, which fills his arms, the fragrance of the flowers reaches the tip of the nose, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Shen Xizhi took advantage of the gap where he was looking at the flowers, turned around and ran back to the room quickly.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she closed the door with her backhand. After that, he clutched his thumping heart and took a small breath.

I don't know what kind of thought it was. The moment I saw Qiao Zong, Shen Xizhi had such a moment, full of joy.

Just like when she saw Qiao Zong countless times before.

That kind of joy and joy occupies the whole heart.

When Shen Xizhi packed up and went downstairs, it was already twenty minutes later.

It was late autumn. She wore a white coat, a beige dress, and stepped on soft household slippers, and came down the stairs.

Shen Mingxuan was still chatting with Qiao Zong, the atmosphere was abnormally weird.

Shen Xizhi raised his hand to touch his nose and walked towards the dining table without squinting.

"Zhizhi, stop." Shen Mingxuan said majesticly: "Have you seen the guests coming from home?"

Dad rarely talks to her like this.

Shen Xizhi collapsed one shoulder, turned her head, glanced at Qiao Zong, and said weakly, "Good morning Mr. Qiao."

Mr. Joe?

The corner of Qiao Zong's mouth was pulled. He held the bouquet in his arms with one hand and handed it to Shen Xizhi. He said gently, "I hope Miss Shen likes it."

Hearing Qiao Zong talking to herself so quietly, Shen Xizhi resisted the urge to roll her eyes and accepted the flowers. In front of Shen Mingxuan, she didn't dare to do too much at all, and thanked her politely: "Thank you Mr. Joe."

With that, Shen Xizhi put the flowers on the table aside.

With her breakfast on the dining table, Shen Xizhi walked over and sat down, picked up the spoon and started drinking porridge.

The little girl drooped her head and looked not angry.

Qiao glanced at the bunch of flowers, looked away, and continued his words: "Secretary Shen, today Qiao came here to ask her for breakfast. I wonder if Secretary Shen can give her the next chance?"

"Mr. Qiao, last time we were here, we understood everything very well." Shen Mingxuan said: "I'm just a daughter like Zhizhi, raised in the palm of my hand since I was a child, so I don't want her to suffer the slightest grievance. Qiao. Is your husband a good son-in-law candidate? Please raise your hands high and let go of my Zhizhi."

When Shen Xizhi heard this, she suddenly felt that the sweet porridge she drank in her mouth didn't taste much anymore.

What does it mean to let her go?

Is it embarrassing to be with Qiao Zong?

Shen Xizhi's eyelashes were drooping, the spoon was stirring the porridge unconsciously, and she held her chin with one hand and bit her lip.

"Secretary Shen, Qiao swears with my life. I have no intention of playing with Ling Mei. I will use my life to cherish her." Qiao Zong said word by word: "There is a high probability that we will break up in love. And I promise that I will quit Ling Ai's life in three years."

"Mr. Qiao, I really don't want my daughter to be hurt." Shen Mingxuan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at Shen Xizhi who was drinking porridge, and said: "Zhizhi, let the driver take you back to school after eating."

"Oh." Shen Xizhi did not lift her head, and answered.

Qiao Zong almost said incoherently: "Secretary Shen, please give me a chance, I swear, I..."

"Mr. Qiao, Shen's words have come to this point, and I hope you don't know how to praise." Shen Mingxuan said coldly, "Please don't pester my daughter again!"

If you listen to the first few words, Shen Xizhi can still watch with cold eyes.

But when she heard this, Shen Xizhi couldn't help it.

She put down the spoon, turned around, angrily: "Dad, this is my business, don't mix it up, okay?"

She can reject Qiao Zong, or even humiliate Qiao Zong.

But others can't.

She didn't know why, and she didn't see Qiao Zong being bullied by others. Seeing such a situation, the first reaction is not to feel happy, but to panic.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't completely forgotten the scumbag Qiao Zong.

Or perhaps, knowing that this person will definitely die in three years, gave birth to a trace of compassion.

In short, Shen Xizhi interrupted Shen Mingxuan's words.

Shen Mingxuan frowned. He stared at Shen Xizhi for a few seconds under his lens, and then asked, "Zhizhi, do you like Mr. Qiao?"

Knowing daughter Mo Ruo father.

Shen Xizhi's heart hung up, her expression instantly stiff.

All her thoughts were pierced.

Because he also likes Qiao Zong, he will be close to Lu Ningsheng, who looks similar to him. When Qiao Zong appeared at the door of the private room on purpose, he would say "Never commit the second time". I couldn't bear Qiao Zong abandoning her halfway.

Also because I still like him.

So there is no way to calmly face the fact that he is dying.

She pursed her dry lips, lowered her head, her long hair covered half of her face, and turned back to continue drinking porridge.

Did not say a word.

Qiao Zong didn't know the girl's thoughts.

Shen Mingxuan said to rush the guests: "Mr. Qiao walks slowly, Shen will not give it away for now, there are still some things to be busy."

Qiao looked at the girl's back with her head down, opened her mouth, closed it again, without saying anything, got up and said, "Then Mr. Shen, Qiao will leave first."

Shen Mingxuan: "Go slowly."

Qiao Zong left the sofa, took two steps, turned around, and called, "Miss Shen."

"Ms. Shen" who was drinking porridge was choked, coughing while patting her chest. When she raised her head, her face was flushed with tears in her eyes.

Those misty eyes looked at him blankly.

The little girl dressed up today is very beautiful, without makeup, she has a pure and elegant beauty. Pressing down the usual gorgeous eyebrows a few minutes, it makes people feel pure and clean.

Qiao Zong raised his hand, slid the tip of his index finger across the end of his eyebrows, and made a non-standard salute to her. He curled his lips and said, "I am honored to have breakfast with Miss Shen today."

"..." Shen Xizhi covered her mouth, swallowed, took a sip of the milk on hand. She looked at Qiao Zong with a very speechless gaze and nodded silently.

"See you next time." Qiao Zong said.

Shen Xizhi nodded again.

Qiao Zong touched his chin, as if thinking, and said casually: "Ah, it seems that Miss Shen is not satisfied with our meeting this time."

Shen Xizhi thought for a moment: "...It's okay."

"Next time," Qiao Zong said, "I will definitely leave a good impression on Miss Shen next time."

Shen Xizhi: "..."

Shen Xizhi didn't understand at all, what Qiao Zong's purpose was for saying this.

After a long time, she continued to nod in a daze.

Qiao Zong smiled with satisfaction, put his hands to his ears, curled up his four fingers, made a "bye bye" gesture, and said softly: "See you next time."

When he laughed, his peachy eyes curled up, his eyebrows were deep and charming, and his voice was narrow.

Shen Xizhi grinds his teeth, lowered his eyes, and stared at the porridge in the bowl.

Her gaze was like a knife, as if she was about to chop up the bowl.

Qiao Zong's fading footsteps heard in his ears.

Shen Xizhi's mouth pursed and closed her eyes.

It's terrible.

She seems to still like Qiao Zong's set.

Although scum, they happened to hit her all at once.

After dinner, the driver sent Shen Xizhi back to school.

When the car stopped at the school gate, Shen Xizhi got out of the car with her bag on her back. After walking a few steps, she saw a person at the school gate.

It's Su Yang, her high school classmate.

Next to Su Yang, there was another extremely obtrusive You Lingbai.

The two walked side by side, as if talking. Su Yang looked anxious, while You Lingbai smiled tenderly.

What's more unfortunate is that Shen Xizhi and You Lingbai both wore white outfits today.

——Zhuangshan.

Shen Xizhi didn't care much about Zhuangshan in the past.

But today, he collided with You Lingbai.

If she was beaten down, You Lingbai might laugh at her in the future.

Shen Xizhi looked straight ahead blankly, as if he hadn't noticed the two at all. She straightened her back and walked towards the school gate step by step.

With sharp eyes, Su Yang saw Shen Xizhi at a glance.

He waved his hand excitedly, and said loudly, "Xi Zhi! Here!"

If Shen Xizhi hadn't heard of it, the steps under her feet were steady, and she even casually smiled at the male classmate who peeked at her side.

Seeing that she ignored her, Su Yang ran over.

He ran up to Shen Xizhi, blocked her path with his arm, and asked with a smile, "Xizhi, where are you going? Are you going back to school?"

Shen Xizhi glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, bypassing him and preparing to leave.

"Xi Zhi, do you still remember me?" Su Yang grabbed her wrist and forbade her to leave.

Shen Xizhi frowned in disgust. She took a deep breath and looked up, "Is Su Yang?"

The little girl's eyes seemed to be full of fierce energy, Su Yang's heart trembled slightly, and his fingers trembled: "Ah... it's me."

Shen Xizhi smiled and nodded, glanced at her wrist, and said coldly: "Let go."

"Xi Zhi, I am looking for something to do with you." Su Yang did not let go, "I have my birthday next Tuesday. Can you please come to my birthday party?"

Shen Xizhi stared at him for three seconds.

Su Yang's heart was frizzy with the look in her eyes, and he was immediately stunned, his lips murmured, and he hesitated to let go of his hand.

Shen Xizhi was about to talk.

A clear and deep male voice sounded beside him: "Little classmate, can you please let go of my girlfriend?"

The voice was faintly gentle and elegant.

Su Yang remembered clearly that the last time the owner of this voice told him to see Shen Xizhi taking a detour in the future.

He let go abruptly, like letting go of a hot potato.

Shen Xizhi's brows tightened, she moved her wrists, turned her head, and looked at Qiao Zong with an ugly expression.

When the little girl looked at him so fiercely, Qiao Zong actually had a thoughtful smile, his eyes bent downward, "Miss Shen, what a coincidence, we met again."

Shen Xizhi remembered that they had only met at her house half an hour ago.

Shen Xizhi: "..."

She noticed that Qiao Zong was holding another bunch of flowers in his arms.

It was a bunch of gardenias with a delicate fragrance and elegant, white petals, pure like snow. A large bunch was tied together and held in his arms by Qiao Zong who was wearing a red shirt. There was a particularly strong visual impact.

A wicked person, an extraordinarily pure flower.

She looks like a witch, full of seduce written all over her body, but she just pretends to be a good woman.

It makes people want to tear off his gentle skin, revealing his original appearance.

Qiao Zong handed out the gardenia in his arms, with a handsome and elegant smile, and spring flowers appeared between his eyebrows, and said gently: "Gardenia, give it to Gardenia."

Shen Xizhi just remembered now.

Gardenia is her name.

She raised her eyes to look at Qiao Zong's eyes.

The man's eyes were dark and dark, and the look that was originally demonstrative seemed to be more vivid and undisguised.