Siheyuan: At the beginning, he scolded the sticks!

He rode slowly to the door of the office, stopped the car, and walked to the window. He was relieved to see that there was no fruit basket on the window today.

The reason why he came so early today was to catch Ran Qiuzhu and tell her to stop giving fruit. A basket costs six or seven yuan, which is quite expensive.

I waited all morning, but I didn't see the fruit basket on the window today, and it never appeared. I went to have a meal at noon, and I still didn't see anyone after smoking a few packs of cigarettes.

Guessing that Ran Qiuzhu didn't intend to bring him fruit today, he got up and was going to ask the old man about the blueprint last time. He had just locked the door of the office when he heard footsteps.

Turning his head to look, it was Ran Qiuzhu who was jogging over with a fruit basket in his arms.

Ran Qiuzhu was still wearing the big gray padded jacket from last time, his shoes were also covered with mud, and his two short and delicate braids were obediently attached to his shoulders, up and down as he ran, looking rather pretty. Fun.

Running all the way, his cheeks were flushed by the cold wind, and even the tip of his nose was bright red, and even the eye sockets had pools of water due to the cold, and he could feel his teeth when he spoke. shaking.

"Zhang, Director Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm late today."

Ran Qiuzhu was a little nervous and kept his head down. It really seemed like he had done something wrong.

Zhang Long quickly opened the door of the office and invited her in.

Ran Qiuzhu didn't dare, and was directly dragged in by Zhang Long, and because he didn't control the strength well, the fruit in the fruit basket almost spilled out.

He closed the door, poured a glass of water for Ran Qiuzhu, put it in her hand to warm her hands, then found a clean towel from the cabinet and threw it on her head.

After a series of actions, Ran Qiuzhu was very obedient, sneaking a peek at Zhang Long from time to time, his eyes sparkling, and secretly biting his lip.

Every time Zhang Long looked at her directly, she lowered her head very low to prevent her expression from being seen clearly by Zhang Long.

It's a pity that her posture says more about her current mood than the expression on her face.

But Zhang Long didn't say anything, just pretended that he didn't know anything, and saw that Ran Qiuzhu was almost at ease, and the blush from the cold on his face basically disappeared before he opened his mouth.

"The weather is so cold now, so don't come here to deliver it every day in the future. I can eat a few fruits a day, so you can just send them back every one or two months."

"No, no! I promised Director Zhang to deliver it every day from the beginning."

Sitting at his desk, Zhang Long took a moment to cast a glance at her: "Didn't I leave a note to tell you that you don't have to deliver it every day?"

The last time Zhang Long sent Ran Qiuzhu a note, he thought it was snowing, and told her not to deliver it every day, because the road was slippery after all.

"But I promised you that every day..."

Seeing Ran Qiuzhu being so thoughtless, Zhang Long said helplessly: "Then why don't you send more at one time, and then won't it be enough for me to eat for several days?
I will still pay you the market price. "

Ran Qiuzhu lowered his head, sliding two fingers on his chest, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that the hostess was silent, Zhang Long bent down a little, peeking at the hostess' expression from below, and saw that she was gritting her teeth, tears were already dripping from her eyes.

I was a little flustered for a while.

"Don't cry, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Long hurriedly got up and walked in front of Ran Qiuzhu, subconsciously wanting to wipe her tears, but felt that it was not good for him to do it directly, and he was easily regarded as a hooligan, so he was at a loss for a while.

His eyes flicked around, and finally when he saw the toilet paper, he ran over and took a whole roll of toilet paper in his hands as if he had seen a savior, then drew a large roll and stuffed it into the hostess's hand.

"Wipe your tears first, don't cry. Did you encounter any grievances?"

The hostess was almost ten hours behind the usual time for delivering fruit, and now Zhang Long took it for granted that she was being bullied by something.

The hostess was crying, and wiped her tears while speaking: "No, no. Do you despise me?"

"Ah? Why do I dislike you? You send me fruit every day. I'm too happy! Don't, don't cry, don't cry."

The heroine didn't stop and continued to cry.

"Then why don't you let me bring you fruit?"

"Isn't it winter now? It's cold. If it snows outside again and the road is so slippery, you slipped and fell while holding the fruit basket in your hand. It's so futile!"

"Really?" The heroine raised her eyes and glanced at Zhang Long quietly.

Zhang Long immediately raised four fingers and swore to it: "I swear, what I said is absolutely true!"

The heroine's tears stopped, and with a smile on her face, she gave Zhang Long a slightly reproachful look.

"That's fine, then I will continue to deliver to you in the future, every day."

Zhang Long had no choice but to take a step back: "Then you should bring less in the future, I can't finish eating too much."

The heroine's eyes looked straight at the smile on Zhang Long's face, it slowly widened, and then she nodded heavily.

"Okay! Whatever you want to eat in the future, you can leave me a note on the balcony, and I will bring it to you the next day!"

What the heroine said was too confident, and it didn't match the clothes she was wearing. Zhang Long glanced at her secretly. Her skin was fair and delicate, her fingers were long and delicate, and her neck was delicate. smooth.

There is no match between the exposed skin and the clothes on the body.

"what are you doing!"

The hostess covered her clothes and took a step back, blocking Zhang Long's gaze on her neck, which woke Zhang Long up.

"No, I'm looking at your neck skin..." Halfway through the sentence, Zhang Long realized that it was even more wrong to say this, and the heroine looked at him with more vigilance, so she could only tell the truth: "I think you are It doesn't match your clothes very well, it feels like the clothes are put on temporarily."

The hostess closed her vigilant eyes a little, but she didn't let go when she covered her neck, and her whole body also showed a defensive posture.

"Really?"

"Really, than..."

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, the door of the office was knocked open, and the quiet office was filled with dust.

"Director Zhang! Let me tell you, that kid on the stick..."

Xu Damao, who rushed in quickly, froze in place when he saw the two people standing in front of him.

The mouth was wide open, watching Zhang Long's eyes change from shock at the beginning to anger, and finally after a struggle, he began to dodge. His mouth squirmed several times, and finally quickly withdrew from the door, closing the door with a snap.

"Director Zhang, I didn't see anything just now, so you just pretend that I didn't come just now!"