The Love of Passerby A

Zhao Wenyu walked out of the office with his special assistant Hu. He wanted to go out for a walk and see if he could still buy afternoon tea.

Special Assistant Hu felt uncomfortable when he saw his hardworking boss who worked all year round. It seemed like he had just found true love after becoming single again.

Do you want it to be so fast?

Zhao Wenyu strolled along the busy streets, his heart filled with anticipation and anxiety.

He knew that the girl he was going to meet was the one he had always admired, and a sweet feeling welled up in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.

Zhao Wenyu imagined the scene of meeting her, her smile and eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

He didn't know how she felt about him, and wanted to confess his feelings to her, but he was afraid that if he acted too hastily he would scare her away.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. All he has is patience. For a girl like her, he should just boil the frog in warm water.

However, Zhao Wenyu was very confident and he believed that she would accept his confession one day.

Zhao Wenyu was thinking about his current progress in his mind: he had obviously left an impression on her, and then he added her on WeChat so that they could communicate without any obstacles.

No, he didn't even know her name, and he didn't seem to have introduced himself to her.

Okay, today’s goal: to exchange names.

With a goal in mind, Zhao Wenyu walked on the road and felt his steps become lighter, as if he was about to fly.

He looked at the trees, flowers and plants along the roadside and felt that they had become particularly beautiful.

He listened to the street music and felt that it all became particularly beautiful.

His mood became relaxed, as if all his worries were left behind.

He came to the door of the girl's flower shop, and through the glass window, Zhao Wenyu could see her busy figure.

Looking at her smiling face, his heart beat faster. Is this the feeling of being loved?

After nearly thirty years of peace, he suddenly felt as if his behavior was out of control.

Zhao Wenyu pushed open the glass door of the flower shop and walked in.

The girl didn't look up, and habitually said: "Welcome, how can I help you?"

Listening to the girl's sweet and gentle voice, Zhao Wenyu was distracted for a moment and did not speak.

Su Xiangran didn't get a response, so she stopped what she was doing and looked at the person who came. It turned out to be the elite man who came to buy potted plants in the morning.

She smiled and greeted him: "Sir, do you need anything to buy?"

Zhao Wenyu walked along the way, hoping to see the girl again.

But when the girl really appeared in front of him, he became extremely excited, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhao Wenyu took a deep breath and silently encouraged himself in his heart. After all, he came here with a goal.

When he saw her smile and eyes, he suddenly felt that his world became brighter, as if all his troubles had disappeared.

Zhao Wenyu walked up to the girl, getting a little closer but keeping a polite distance, and asked her what he wanted to ask along the way: "My name is Zhao Wenyu, what's your name?"

Su Xiangran was slightly stunned. This person really didn't follow common sense! She thought he was going to ask about the care methods of potted plants or buy enough nutrient solution, but how come he suddenly introduced himself?

And this name sounds familiar, have you heard it somewhere before?

One may have heard of the name Su Xiangran, or may not have heard of it.

Because the three words "Zhao Wenyu" belong to the heroine's husband through marriage, but because this person only appeared once when the two divorced and was never mentioned again afterwards, it is normal that Su Xiangran did not remember him.

"Is it inconvenient to say?" Zhao Wenyu looked a little frustrated.

Su Xiangran thought: This person looks so pitiful, like a lost puppy.

"My name is Su Xiangran, nice to meet you." Su Xiangran extended her hand to Zhao Wenyu.

Zhao Wenyu's depressed expression just now turned from cloudy to sunny. He grabbed Su Xiangran's hand, shook it gently, and then let go.

Since he was eight years old, he rarely touched other people without wearing gloves, especially strange women.

He still remembered the soft and boneless feeling just now, but Zhao Wenyu did not feel any discomfort today.

There was no difficulty breathing, no persistent itching, and no rashes all over the body.

Very good, really good.

Su Xiangran looked at Zhao Wenyu who seemed to be lost in thought again, and wondered if this guy was just dressed like an elite white-collar worker!

Zhao Wenyu was awakened instantly by her puzzled look. Now was not the time to be in a daze. He immediately said, "Miss Su, I heard that your snacks are very famous, but my friend didn't buy them for me just now. I wonder if they are still available now?"

He turned out to be a foodie! No wonder he was in a daze, Su Xiangran had already defined him.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, the snacks here are limited every day." Su Xiangran said apologetically.

Hearing this, he felt a little depressed.

But at this moment, a "gurgling" sound came from Zhao Wenyu's abdomen.

Both of them were a little stunned, no one had expected that such a thing would happen to him (themselves).

When this happened, Zhao Wenyu was left with only embarrassment and regret.