President Ba’s Little Rose

The room in front of me was unfamiliar, but the voice of the man in my ear was gentle and delicate.

Shen Xizhi felt that the tips of her ears were a little itchy, and she blinked her eyelashes, and put her hand up to cover Qiao Zong's hand around her waist.

The little girl's palm was soft, and Qiao Zong's body stiffened at the moment she touched it. He rubbed his cheek against the girl's ear, and laughed dumbly: "I was tricked into going home, Zhizhi can't run away."

Shen Xizhi was soft in his arms, and it took a long time before he nodded slowly and shouted, "Qiao Zong."

"Ok?"

"I'm so sleepy." Shen Xizhi rubbed his eyes with fingers, muttering.

Qiao Zong bowed his head and kissed her profile, "Can I go to the bath?"

Shen Xizhi tilted her head and glanced at him. The little girl bulged half of her cheek and responded obediently, "Yeah!"

Qiao Zong couldn't help rubbing her head again, feeling as if he had raised a little daughter.

Shen Xizhi frowned, her small face also frowned.

Qiao Zong is funny: "I like my brother so much?"

"Yeah!" Shen Xizhi nodded vigorously.

With this answer, Qiao Zong stopped asking, he bent over and changed his shoes. After the change, I took a pair of ladies slippers from the shoe cabinet. He just squatted on the ground and pulled the laces on the girl's shoes with his right hand.

As soon as he pulled a little looser, Shen Xizhi's voice sounded above his head: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Zong raised his head and raised his eyes to look at her.

Shen Xizhi was lowering her head, her long hair hanging down, half of her cheek was covered, her chin was small, and her eyes flickered. She asked: "You take off my shoes, are you going to bed with me?"

Qiao Zong frowned helplessly and explained: "No, I'm changing your shoes, Zhizhi, you..."

The little girl tilted her head again, her eyes were innocent and ignorant: "Brother doesn't want to go to bed with me?"

"..."

Qiao Zong had a headache, and the drunk girl was unexpectedly cute. With such an innocent and sincere expression, saying such words is extraordinarily overwhelming.

Qiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head and continued to untie her shoelaces. After untying her left foot, he went to untie her right foot.

After the shoelaces of both feet were untied, Qiao Zong was about to hold her ankles and when he took off the shoes, Shen Xizhi asked reluctantly, "Brother wants to sleep with me?"

Qiao Zong jumped suddenly by the blue veins on her forehead. He rubbed her forehead and said, "No."

Hearing this, Shen Xizhi dropped her head in loss, "Oh."

Qiao Zong's hand held her ankle, but the little girl suddenly retracted her foot as if she had been stimulated.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zong asked, gentle and patient.

Shen Xizhi's right toe touched the ground, ankle moved back, and the toe drew a circle on the ground. Then, he folded his feet together.

She complained: "My brother doesn't like me."

Qiao Zong raised his face again: "How come I don't like you?"

"Don't sleep with me." Shen Xizhi muttered: "I don't like me, and lied to me that I like me."

Qiao Zong was circumvented by her logic and wanted to laugh a little: "When did I lie to you? I didn't sleep with you. The bed just doesn't like you?"

In the shadow cast by the hair, Shen Xizhi nodded as he said. The little girl said softly: "I like you, so I want to sleep with you."

Qiao Zong couldn't say the word "go to bed" so confidently. After a pause, I changed the word: "Brother is in a bad condition and can't act."

Shen Xizhi stared into his eyes, as if exploring the truth or falsehood of these words.

Qiao Zong said calmly in her eyes, "Brother can't, you know?"

"Oh." Shen Xizhi rolled her eyes and said naturally, "Then you go to the hospital."

"Huh?" Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows and said in a calm tone: "Why go to the hospital." I don't know what kind of thought he was holding. Qiao Zong smiled, "Brother can't do it, what does it have to do with you? Zhizhi Why do you care about me so much?"

"..." Shen Xizhi fell silent, and then said: "Because I want to sleep with my brother. My brother can't, how can I get on?"

very good.

The logic is very clear, and Qiao Zong can't find a point to refute at all.

He almost thought that it was himself who was drunk.

Qiao Zong never thought that one day he could hear such words from the little girl.

——My brother can't do it, then how can I get on.

At this moment, Qiao Zong had two lines in his heart.

How to get on?

Strong. On.

He silently pinched Shen Xizhi's ankle in his hand, took off the upper of the shoe with the other hand, and put the slippers on again.

When exchanging two feet, Shen Xizhi was a little unsteady, holding Qiao Zong's shoulders with her hands subconsciously to maintain her balance.

Qiao Zong changed her shoes, stood up, and tapped on the little girl's forehead with his fingers: "Go take a bath, you know?"

Shen Xizhi flattened her mouth, and replied aggrievedly, "Oh."

Aunt Zhao was disturbed by the movement of the living room.

Aunt Zhao walked out of the room, and when she saw Shen Xizhi, her heart jumped.

The young master actually learned to take a woman home? ! Besides, how does this little girl look so much like the one last time?

Aunt Zhao calmed her mind and asked, "Sir, what should this lady do?"

Shen Xizhi twisted her head and went to see Aunt Zhao. This woman is a little strange, Shen Xizhi can't remember where she has seen it. She tugged at Qiao Zong's sleeve with her fingers, and there was a coquettish grunt from her throat.

"Aunt Zhao, find her a set of pajamas." Qiao Zong said, "Clean up the guest room again."

Aunt Zhao: "Okay."

Qiao Zong did not have any clothes suitable for a girl of Shen Xizhi's age. But Aunt Zhao himself has it. Although he and Shen Xizhi are at an inappropriate age, it is better to wear Aunt Zhao's pajamas than to wear your own.

At least when she wakes up, Shen Xizhi will not be too disgusted.

Regardless of the little girl's wishes and taking her home without authorization, Qiao Zong felt uneasy in his heart, and at this moment he dared not do anything out of the ordinary.

Qiao Zong helped Shen Xizhi to sit down on the sofa.

He went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water. When the water boiled, Qiao leaned on the side of the dining table and looked at the little girl lying on the sofa at a distance of several meters.

The girl was petite, with slippers scattered on the side of the sofa. She curled up on the corner of the sofa with her legs bent, arms around her knees.

The little one.

His long hair was scattered randomly on his shoulders, his eyes staring blankly at the ground in front of him.

Qiao Zong wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt very distressed.

This little girl has got the best from childhood.

The little girl has such a good personality, and her love and hate are magnanimous. About no boys would dislike it.

But such a good girl happened to meet someone like him. She caught his eye, and she happened to like him too.

Qiao Zong knew that he was not a good person, and that he was not in good health, and knew that he was alive soon.

So I never thought to provoke girls.

In the past, when his parents were there, they would persuade him to marry a girl, at least to leave a queen for the Qiao family. Qiao Zong felt that this was delaying her life.

He is not tempted, and he has never thought about anyone to love.

He is selfish, and just wants to live the rest of his life arbitrarily. He rarely cares about the eyes of others.

In order to conceal his own nature, he often laughs, speaks arrogantly and unscrupulously, and does not show mercy when he confuses others. He works hard to learn what others play.

He has a very good relationship with everyone. He has many friends, but not close friends.

The friends around me know that he is not a good stubble, he is gentle and gentle on the surface, but inside is a heart made of ice and snow.

Others at the age of twenty-eight, indulge in stubbornness, young and lively.

But his heart was devastated, and he looked down upon life and death. To describe it as a desert is too warm, it is a vast expanse of glaciers that cannot shine into the sun.

It seems that it will never melt.

His heart is old and gloomy, like an old man in his seventies or eighties.

Shen Xizhi was young and hot. She was at the best age in her life. A young girl at this age was innocent and innocent. She is a flaming rose blooming in his heart.

It is also the first rose in his life.

She is warm and sincere enough, dazzling more than the sun, and can melt the gloomy, vast glacier.

She can let him experience the joy and pain of love in this world.

Qiao Zong has never loved anyone, but when he saw the little girl, he wanted to love her.

He is a man without a future, he can't afford a future.

I wanted to let it go, but I couldn't do it.

Even if there is no future, he still wants to trap Shen Xizhi by his side.

Seeing her being with other men, seeing her giving love to others, Qiao Zong was frantically jealous, and his reason was almost burnt.

All his conscience was swallowed up by jealousy.

The future is unknown, who knows what will happen tomorrow.

He stopped thinking about the future.

He wouldn't live long anyway, and when he died, Shen Xizhi would naturally be free.

The rose is reborn and will open more splendidly than ever.

Love is selfish and greedy.

And he is concerned about gains and losses, wants to get, but is bound.

When he was twenty-eight years old, this selfish love taught him that he must do whatever it takes to lock this person.

"Sir, the guest room has been cleaned up." Aunt Zhao came over with a set of pajamas and said, "This is the pajamas I didn't wear. Are you taking Ms. Shen to take a bath now?"

The water just boiled.

Qiao Zong didn't answer, he took a glass from the cupboard and poured half a glass of water into it.

The surface of the water was misty.

Qiao Zong touched his cup with the palm of his hand, and the boiling water burned his palm through the glass with good heat conduction. He didn't feel any pain, and he even had a sickly pleasure.

Pain, the more pain the better.

This at least proves that he is flesh and blood, and that he is still alive.

He still has what he wants.

Qiao Zong frowned slightly, holding a glass, and walking out of the kitchen, he glanced at Aunt Zhao, and said: "Put your pajamas on the sofa, Aunt Zhao, you can go to bed first. I'll be here."

Now that it has been decided to do whatever it takes, what if it is more despicable?

Qiao lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his lower lips lightly.

The glass in his palm was hot, his fingers trembled, and he wanted to let go, but he was greedy for this self-abuse pleasure.

"Okay, sir." Aunt Zhao put her pajamas next to Shen Xizhi, and said a few more words before saying: "Mr. That, I'll go to bed first, and you should rest early."

Qiao Zong looked as usual, walked slowly to the side of the sofa, and responded gently: "Yeah."

Aunt Zhao stared at the steaming glass in his palm, hesitated for a long time, and said nothing after all.

She couldn't guess Mr.'s mind more and more.

The husband probably liked Miss Shen, but he broke up with Miss Shen again. After breaking up, he was supposed to be determined, but the husband was completely helpless and even touched alcohol.

On this night, the husband took Miss Shen home again.

And Miss Shen didn't look sober.

Aunt Zhao shook her head, sighed, and turned back into the room. She thoughtfully closed the door tighter, fearing that Mr. and Miss Shen would have other things to do.

Qiao leaned on the back of the sofa, lowered his head, and chuckled, "Shen Xizhi?"

The little girl's eyelashes trembled and raised her eyes, but she didn't see any figure in front of her. She turned her head and saw Qiao Zong behind her.

"Yeah." She nodded: "I am."

Qiao Zong licked his lower lip, took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked it with one hand, lowered his eyes, and said casually: "You want to sleep with me?"

Shen Xizhi: "Yeah."

Qiao Zong: "Is this a performance you like?"

Shen Xizhi frowned slightly, raised her face, looked at him from a very difficult angle, and nodded for a while: "Yes."

"You still like me?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you rejecting me?"

"..."

Shen Xizhi didn't answer this question, but pursed her lips, the curvature of the corners of her lips a little aggrieved.

"Why?" Qiao Zong asked calmly.

In his scorching sight, after a long time, Shen Xizhi said thoughtfully: "I'm afraid of being hurt."

She has been proud since she was a child, and the biggest somersault has been on Qiao Zong.

It seems to be forgiven for fear of injury.

"You have a 70% probability that you will hurt me." Shen Xizhi said, moving her neck, holding the back of the sofa with her hand, and turning her body at an angle: "There is a 100% chance that you won't be with me. Married, and died in three years."

Such a major event as death and life was said by the little girl in such a simple tone.

For a moment, Qiao Zong wondered whether these things could be quantified in Shen Xizhi's mind. He laughed, and suddenly dispelled the sinful thought.

Qiao Zong turned off the phone's recording function and completely deleted the previous recording.

The little girl was still whispering: "I'm 21 years old in three years, and I haven't graduated from college yet. I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm looking for a better man than you."

Hearing this sentence, Qiao Zong's finger paused.

He moved his gaze away from the phone screen and fell on the girl's face.

The girl's expression is serious, like a high school student who is solving problems, and she is comfortable enough. She said lightly, looking for a better man than him.

Qiao Zong squinted his eyes in a dangerous tone: "Huh?"

Shen Xizhi raised his hand and took off his mobile phone. Qiao Zong's hand was empty, the anger was interrupted, and a momentary blank appeared in his mind.

The little girl took his mobile phone and threw it on the sofa.

Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's the matter?"

Shen Xizhi leaned on the edge of the sofa with his arm, stepped on the sofa, squatted, and raised his face.

She stared at him without blinking.

Qiao Zong also cast his eyes down and met her.

The man's eyes were not mild, cold and scary. These eyes are as quiet as stagnant water, but they are as dark as coming from hell.

Shen Xizhi's arm raised and wrapped around Qiao Zong's neck across the back of the sofa.

Qiao Zong's body stiffened at this moment, and he dared not move his fingers. For some reason, he did not stop Shen Xizhi's behavior.

The girl's mind is easy to guess, and he has always been smart.

He wouldn't be unable to guess what Shen Xizhi wanted to do next.

The drunk girl doesn't have much strength, and her thinking is slow. As long as he says a few words, the little girl will naturally stop.

Qiao Zong chose not to act.

He did not interrupt her behavior, nor did he condone her behavior.

He just acquiesced.

He looked at the little girl silently, and when the girl brought her face closer, Qiao Zong even smiled slightly when her soft lips pecked on his forehead.

As if inspired by this smile, Shen Xizhi's lips moved down, kissed his cheek, passed the bridge of his nose, and finally hovered on his lips.

At a distance of less than a finger's width, Qiao Zong could feel her breathing even at the tip of his nose.

Shen Xizhi's lips were flapped one by one.

The tone makes people want to pinch, as if you can cry with a light pinch.

"Brother, can I do to you what I did to the cherry tree in spring?"

Qiao Zong's breathing gradually deepened, and his dark pupils were silent, but he did not give an answer.

At this time, he could not bear to say yes.

But there is absolutely no way to say no.

Therefore, you can only choose to be silent.

Shen Xizhi's lips kissed, and Qiao Zong turned his head away when the **** of lips closed.

His lips brushed against Shen Xizhi's, and he could perceive the softness of that flap.

Qiao's throat was dry, and he drank the warm glass of water in his hand, and water dripped down the corners of his lips. His lips were red, stained with water and squiggly, ambiguous and attractive.