President Ba’s Little Rose

Unlike the last time I came to Qiao Zong's house, Shen Xizhi was completely awake this time.

She quietly followed Qiao Zong up the elevator, watching Qiao Zong opened the door and turned on the lights in the room.

The light pierced her for a short moment and squinted her eyes.

Qiao Zong took her shoes and asked her to change them.

When bending over to change shoes, there were footsteps coming from behind, and Shen Xizhi squatted back and saw the aunt of Qiao Zong's family.

The expression on the aunt’s face can’t tell if it’s frightened or something else, and the tone can be called excitement: "Ms. Shen, are you here?" It seems that her arrival is so incredible, so illusory, and more than aliens wearing women’s clothing. Things to be strange.

Shen Xizhi: "...Hmm."

The auntie caught a glimpse of the lady bag that Qiao Zong was carrying on his shoulders, "How long are you here to stay this time?"

"Stay for a few days." Shen Xizhi was not sure what the aunt was thinking, and said carefully: "It shouldn't be long."

Qiao Zong put the bag on the sofa and turned on the TV.

The aunt continued to ask: "Are you hungry? Shall I cook something for you?"

"No, I have eaten it."

"Aren't you tired? I'll give you some water and you will take a bath?" The aunt was very attentive and enthusiastic.

Shen Xizhi hesitated for three seconds, stood up on slippers, and looked at Qiao Zong.

One of the girl's eyebrows fell down, her eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was puzzled.

Qiao Zong didn't know how to explain to her why Aunt Zhao was so excited. He covered his lips and coughed slightly, "What cartoon?"

Shen Xizhi: "..." She didn't watch cartoons! It's anime!

Because of the presence of Aunt Zhao, Shen Xizhi felt a little embarrassed, especially Qiao Zong who seemed to treat her as a child. She didn't speak, she sat next to Qiao Zong, took the remote control from him, and randomly selected a movie to watch.

Qiao Zong glanced at her and smiled.

Aunt Zhao deliberately leaves room for them to get along, and she witty goes to the kitchen to cook medicine for Qiao.

Not long after watching the movie, Shen Xizhi smelled a bitter medicine, which was very strong and heavy. She was not stupid, guessing that this might be the medicine Qiao Zong wanted to drink.

There was still a movie on the LCD screen in front of her, but her thoughts suddenly drifted far.

She couldn't help thinking, if she was herself, she wouldn't be in good health since she was born, and when she was very young, she knew she wouldn't be able to live long. What would it be like?

She would never be like Qiao Zong.

She has never been wronged. From a small group of stars to hold the moon, the little sisters admire her. If she was in Qiao Zong's situation, she would probably blame the heavens and others, and she would be devastated.

She couldn't face it with a smile like him.

Shen Xizhi stood up from the sofa, and when she moved, Qiao turned her head: "Where to go?"

The man seemed to have been paying attention to her, seeing her standing up, even a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. As if afraid of her leaving.

Shen Xizhi forced a smile, "I'll go see what Aunt Zhao is doing."

Qiao Zong's expression was tense, "I'm cooking medicine, nothing good." The medicine seemed like a secret to him, but there was no way to maintain this secret in front of Shen Xizhi.

He should have known it a long time ago. After living together, Shen Xizhi will know everything.

But... but he still wants to maintain the last trace of decency in front of his beloved girl. Just like he was at the school gate just now, he couldn't move her back, but gritted his teeth and refused to admit it. It's more like the part of the road he was holding her into the car.

Qiao Zong grabbed Shen Xizhi's arm, he raised his eyes, and his gaze bit the girl's face tightly.

Just be...just beg of you.

Leave me the last bit of dignity.

Sensing the sadness in Qiao Zong's eyes, Shen Xizhi moved his fingers. She covered her eyes, her heart was suddenly empty, and she just fell to sit down.

Shen Xizhi did not speak any more.

Joe sat beside her, two palms wide from her. The two palms are wide, like a Chu River and Han boundary, dividing them clearly.

The medicine is ready. Aunt Zhao is about to pour it into a porcelain bowl, standing at the table and asking: "Master, should I drink it now or wait a while?"

Qiao Zong was silent for two seconds.

He has never felt so embarrassed.

Aunt Zhao's words seemed to tear off all the fig leaves abruptly, revealing all his scars. He is a person who needs medicine and needs medicine every day and night.

He is not a normal person.

After a while, Qiao Zong said: "Drink later, you can rest first."

Aunt Zhao took off the apron and adjusted the kitchen light to a soft level. After finishing cleaning, when passing by the living room, she exhorted: "You drink while it is hot, and the effect will not be good when it is cold. After drinking, put the bowl in the bowl. It’s fine there. I’ll get up tomorrow morning and wash."

"Yeah." Qiao Zong's voice was a little cold.

Aunt Zhao went back to the room to rest.

Shen Xizhi turned down the TV sound a bit, she secretly turned her head to look at Qiao Zong next to her. Shocked in the bottom of my heart, the man's brows and eyes were frighteningly cold, as if there was no trace of temperature.

She shifted her gaze down.

Qiao Zong put his hands on his knees and grasped hard, his finger bones turned bluish white, and the blue veins on the back of his hand jumped suddenly.

She is still too young to understand the inferiority and anger that a man will have in front of the one he loves because he is not good enough.

"Qiao Zong, what's the matter with you?" she asked tentatively.

Qiao Zong said dumbly: "It's okay."

When he spoke, the Adam's apple slowly rolled up and down. In those peach blossom eyes, there seemed to be an endless abyss.

Shen Xizhi was ignorant, she crossed the "Chuhe Hanjie", tilted her head, and leaned on Qiao Zong's shoulder. Qiao Zong's body became stiff, and he heard the girl say: "How about reconciliation?"

He thought he had heard it wrong: "What?"

Shen Xizhi repeated: "Are we reconciled?"

What made it up? Qiao Zong frowned, and the jet-black pupils stared at her inquiringly.

Shen Xizhi raised her face, a little embarrassed, and embarrassed to say such things, but Qiao Zong would never understand if some words were not spoken. She cleared her throat, pretending to be calm: "We all slept yesterday, even if we are reconciled, the cold war is no longer, I forgive you."

"Yeah." Qiao Zong responded quickly, and even raised his eyebrows leisurely.

Shen Xizhi resisted the urge to cover her face and finished her words: "Also, you proposed to me last time."

"Huh?" Qiao Zong's voice was already smiling, and the snow in his eyes seemed to have faded and melted into spring water. A pair of peach blossom eyes are shining with passion.

"I won't marry you, but it's okay to get engaged." Shen Xizhi smiled and said, "I think the proposal was too hasty last time."

Qiao looked down and saw her right hand hanging beside him. On the ring finger of that hand, he also wore the ring he had put on his own hand. Wearing a ring on your ring finger means you are married.

Shen Xizhi did not take it down.

Qiao Zong stretched out his hand, took her hand, and took off the ring on the ring finger. He asked: "The engagement is worn on the middle finger, but this ring is the same size as the ring finger, what should I do?"

"..." Shen Xizhi was speechless when he asked. Isn't what she hinted is not obvious enough? Qiao Zong still asks so seriously? She just wanted to talk, and in the next moment, Joe stood up from the sofa.

The man is tall and long, and his shadow obscures the light of the crystal chandelier above his head. Shen Xizhi raised her eyes.

Qiao Zong took a step back with his left leg and knelt on one knee.

He knelt down, his stature was much shorter, and he was able to look level with her sitting on the sofa.

Shen Xizhi's heart jumped suddenly, she tightened her skirt, her lips pursed unconsciously.

The right hand was held in the palm of the man, and the silver ring was pushed inward from the tip of her right ring finger in a very gentle posture until it reached the base of the finger.

His gaze kept falling on Shen Xizhi's face and asked, "Xizhi, would you like to be engaged to me?"

Under his gentle gaze, Shen Xizhi nodded.

She said, "Yes."

Qiao Zong had an unusually good temper that night.

After a marriage proposal that was not romantic and grand, Qiao drank the medicine.

Shen Xizhi sat across from him, listening to Qiao Zong's past events. It was all trivial things, even a little boring, but Shen Xizhi listened very seriously.

She didn't want to miss everything about her Qiaomei.

Qiao Zong said that he had to drink medicine every day to nourish his body. He seemed to drink it from the time he remembered. He couldn't remember how many years he had drunk it.

As the saying goes, medicine is three points poison.

Shen Xizhi nodded quietly with her chin resting on her hand.

When he finished drinking a bowl of medicine and the last bite of the medicine had not been swallowed, Shen Xizhi abruptly stood up from the chair. A distance of a dining table, she leaned forward, stretched her arms, and rubbed Qiao Zong's head.

The man who was killed by touching his head was still a little stunned. For a few seconds, he forgot to blink his eyes.

The **** the opposite side tilted her head and smiled, and whispered to him: "The medicine is not bitter."

Originally naive words, but at this moment, Qiao Zong felt inexplicably warm.

Perhaps it was because he was ostracized by classmates since he was a child. He didn't like to be close to people very much, and he was not very affectionate when facing his sister Qiao Jing. So this kind of coaxing children, perhaps no one has said to him for many years.

But his beloved girl said.

Being so serious is really coaxing him.

Qiao Zong swallowed the last sip of the medicine and smiled: "Yeah." He said, "It seems like it's really not bitter to be said by Xizhi."

Shen Xizhi has been praised.

She retracted her hand, but was held by Qiao Zong in mid-air.

She maintained the posture of leaning forward and blinked blankly.

Qiao Zong licked his lips and smiled even more: "Xi Zhi."

"Huh?" Shen Xizhi was at a loss.

Qiao Zong's arm pulled her forward a bit, Shen Xizhi was a little unsteady, Qiao Zong held her neck with the other hand. His cold fingertips pressed against the side of her neck, gently applying pressure, as if measuring her pulse.

But it seemed that she was going to kill her in the next second.

Qiao Zong's pupils were dark, and under the light, it seemed to be shimmering with cold light.

The next moment Shen Xizhi stuck a soft thing on his cheek, like his lips. Qiao Zong kissed her. When he parted, his tone was weird, as if he was taking an oath, but like a child, stubbornly chattering.

"You are mine."