The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

This morning, after Tang Jiao had breakfast, he simply cleaned up the house, followed the recipe and made three boxes of snacks and sweet tea, which he packed in lunch boxes.

When I returned to my room, I put on a light make-up, put on a beautiful new outfit (bought with Xiao Jingchuan's card), carried a new Gucci bag (bought with Xiao Jingchuan's card when shopping with her), and shoes. …

Everything about her body was designed by Xiao Jingchuan.

When Tang Jiao looked in the full-length mirror, he scratched his head in amusement.

It’s over!Your love brain is about to grow!

She looked at herself in the mirror.

A haze blue woolen hat, a white loose jacket with a rabbit fleece sweater, a light-checked color-blocking scarf, a small pink satchel, and fluffy snow boots.

She wears light makeup and looks gentle and playful.

Satisfied and nodded.

Beautiful, Tang Jiao Jiao!Set off!

Tang Jiao carried the packed lunch box and went out happily.

Several times before, Xiao Jingchuan wanted to take Tang Jiao to the company to accompany him. Unfortunately, Dr. Tang was obsessed with subjects during that time and could only kiss him to appease the man who had been unwilling to go out to work for a long time.

This was Tang Jiao's first visit to Xiaoyi Company, secretly, without telling anyone.

The weather is pretty good today, with clear skies and no snow. There's nothing wrong with it except the cold.

Tang Jiao happily stopped a taxi and got in the car.

When we were still 4 kilometers away from the Xiaoli headquarters building, the car suddenly shook violently and stalled.

Tang Jiao was listening to the song and looking at the scenery outside the window, but was startled by the movement.

He looked back and forth nervously, thinking he had crashed.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The driver was an elderly man. He was obviously shocked and apologized quickly:

"Sorry, sorry, the car may have broken down. I'll go down and take a look right away."

The car is really broken down and has to wait for a tow truck to come to tow it.

The driver was very embarrassed and apologized to Tang Jiao again, and also took the initiative to waive Tang Jiao's fare.

Tang Jiao walked to the roadside with his lunch box and had no choice but to call for a taxi again.

We happened to be on the viaduct across the river, and the biting and biting river wind felt like it could flatten people's foreheads.

Tang Jiao pulled up his scarf to cover his face, lowered his head against the cold wind, and walked forward quickly, getting off the bridge first.

Sure enough, as soon as I stepped off the bridge, my flying hair fell down.

Tang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and pulled down the woolen hat that was almost blown away.

"Miss Tang?"

A hesitant, unusually rough and unpleasant male voice came from the front.

Tang Jiao looked up and saw a tall, thin man dressed in black, about thirty-five or six years old.

"It's really you."

The other party smiled and walked over slowly.

He has narrow eyes, shoulder-length hair, and very pale skin, which makes him stand out against his silk black clothes.

Tang Jiao's eyes were a little confused and unfamiliar. When he glanced at the meticulous white gloves on the other party's hands, he found such a person from his memory.

The hypoglycemia I encountered at Fu Mao Market.

"Hello, what a coincidence."

She nodded distantly but politely.

Bai Sheng smiled, pointed sideways to a flower shop about ten meters ahead, and said:

"It's a coincidence."

Bai Sheng walked in front, took off the "resting" wooden sign hanging at the door of the store, and opened the door.

"Please come in."

Tang Jiao stood outside without moving, looked inside, and said:

"Did you have something else to do while you were resting in the store? In fact, it was just a coincidence last time, so don't take it to heart."

Bai Sheng lowered his head and smiled before saying, "I have nothing to do. The flower shop is open just for fun, and there are usually no customers."

"Last time, Miss Tang refused and I added her contact information to thank you. Since we meet again today by fate, please accept it. It's just a bouquet of flowers, not something valuable. You should let me worry about it. After all, Tang Miss, you saved my life.”

Bai Sheng is thin, but he doesn't look weak and sluggish. His hair, body shape, and dress give him a sense of a refined gentleman.

Seeing what he said, Tang Jiao didn't refuse anymore and walked into the flower shop called "Bai".

Different from an ordinary flower shop, it is more like a casual flower-growing room inside. Rows of flower stands are placed at random. Every pot of flowers in it is blooming very delicately and there are many kinds.

However, there are not many display flowers tied into bouquets. They are only displayed on the two-story small shelves to the left of the entrance. The packaging is very beautiful. It can be seen that the person who designed the bouquets has good taste.

"Please feel free to take a look. If you like it, feel free to tell me."

As if to make Tang Jiao feel more at ease, after Bai Sheng finished speaking, he walked to the operating table to trim a pot of flowers without saying anything else.

Tang Jiao didn't know much about flowers, and there were only a few flowers that he could name. But since he came in, it wouldn't be a waste to take a look, and he could choose the most beautiful one for Xiao Jingchuan.

She took a brief stroll in this small flower shop, walked around a green plant climbing frame, and was attracted by the flowers with very special colors.

The petals are complex and wide open, deep black purple, and the round hole in the center of the flower gradually turns a little red. The flowers bloom very strongly and eerily, giving people an indescribable feeling of creepiness when they look at them.

Gorgeous and dangerous.

"This is the black mandala."

Bai Sheng came over at some point, stood on the other side of the flower stand, and introduced.

Mandala...

Tang Jiao knew about this kind of flower, but he had never seen one with this color.

Medically speaking, datura is poisonous. After special treatment, it can produce strong hallucinations and allergic reactions. It can also be used medicinally and has the effect of anesthesia and sedation.

Tang Jiao unconsciously took half a step away.

Bai Sheng saw it and smiled, "Don't worry, compared to its beauty and treacherousness, the toxicity of the black mandala is actually not worth mentioning."

He said that his white gloves were stroking the most beautiful flower as if caressing a lover, "The language of its flowers is unpredictable death and love."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a faint crisp sound of a broken root.

He tore off the black petal that bloomed best and held it between his white-gloved fingertips.

He looked at Tang Jiao and asked expectantly:

"Miss Tang, do you want to choose it? I can design the most gorgeous bouquet for you."

Tang Jiao's face stiffened and he decisively refused: "No need."

For some reason, she intuitively didn't like this flower, and it always felt ominous.

Although it's not very polite, it's better to stay away from flowers that you think are unlucky.

She turned around, walked straight to a bouquet of daisies in the corner, reached out and took out one, and said:

"That's what I chose. Mr. Bai please don't worry about what happened last time."

Bai Sheng's eyes fell on the single daisy on Tang Zi's knuckle, and after a while he asked with a faint smile:

"Do you only want this one? Miss Tang is too polite. You can choose others."

Tang Jiao nodded, "Daisy is fine."

She looked at the time and said, "Sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Thank you for the flowers."

Tang Jiao shook the daisy on his fingertips, which meant clearly that he would not accept any more thank you gifts.

"Okay then." Bai Sheng said regretfully, "I won't waste your time anymore. Where is Miss Tang going? Do you need me to drive you?"

"No, it's not far. That's it."

After Tang Jiao finished speaking, he didn't stop anymore, turned around and walked towards the door.

Bai Sheng's unfinished sentence of "Okay, Miss Tang, please go slowly, see you later" was left behind.

Bai Sheng looked at the white figure, slowly grinding his fingertips, and the black petals exuded black-purple juice, staining the white gloves.

"You're really... very defensive."

He smiled nonchalantly.

As if he had ended a sudden and unnecessary game, he took off his dirty gloves and turned back to the back room.