President Ba’s Little Rose

This sentence successfully reminded Shen Xizhi of what she had said last night, and a rush of heat crawled up her neck instantly, her face flushed, and she turned around embarrassedly, without looking at Qiao Zong, she said nothing. Walked back to the room.

Reaching out to slam the door shut, Shen Xizhi put her back against the door panel and let out a long sigh.

She wanted to ask Qiao Zong what it meant to say such provocative words to her. Do you want to keep playing with her, or do you want to save it?

But when she missed it, she remembered.

This man will die soon.

So what's the difference between playing around in the short three years, or wanting to really redeem it? Anyway, there will be no results in the end.

Shen Xizhi's mood suddenly became extremely complicated.

Is it love, resentment, or hate?

She couldn't tell the difference at all, only knew that as soon as Qiao Zong talked to her, she couldn't calm down. I want to express hysterical, but I don't know what I want to express.

Shen Xizhi went into the bathroom to wash, and yesterday's clothes were placed in the dirty clothes basket. She picked it up and looked at it. The collar of the clothes was wrinkled and there was a smell, and they couldn't wear it anymore.

She had to put on her pajamas and opened the door of the room again.

Qiao Zong was still sitting quietly on the sofa, his legs cocked, one hand propped his chin, and he stared thoughtfully at a certain point of nothingness.

Looks like in a daze.

The sound of Shen Xizhi opening the door interrupted his thoughts, and the man lifted his eyes from his thoughts and looked in her direction.

The little girl looked bad, as if she was going to find someone to fight. Qiao Zong condensed his eyebrows and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry." Shen Xizhi said.

Qiao Zong stood up, "Auntie is out, I'll cook what you want to eat."

Hearing this, Shen Xizhi's face eased. She didn't expect Qiao Zong to cook, and she was willing to cook for her.

When Shen Xizhi used to browse the forum, he saw a post. It says that a man is willing to cook for a woman, which proves that this man loves this woman very much.

She couldn't help but began to substitute, Qiao Zong was willing to cook for her, can it prove that Qiao Zong also loves her very much?

Soon, this conclusion was rejected by her herself.

She nodded awkwardly and said, "I want to eat noodles."

Qiao lowered his eyes and rolled up the sleeves of the pajamas on his elbows. His slender fingers were rolled up with the dark blue pajamas cloth, making them as white as jade.

Shen Xizhi looked down at her toes, pretending not to notice him.

Qiao Zong walked to the side of the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, looked inside, then turned around, and asked, "I'll add another egg and some tomatoes for you, okay?"

Tomato and egg noodles.

Shen Xizhi's hungry stomach was stimulated by this name, and she secreted saliva in her mouth physiologically. She swallowed empty throat, and said, "Okay."

Qiao Zong took two eggs from the refrigerator, a red tomato, and a small bag of noodles.

He went into the kitchen.

Shen Xizhi looked at his back without blinking. Looking at the back of the man in his pajamas, for a certain moment, Shen Xizhi's heart was extremely stable.

There was a sound in the kitchen after the tap was turned on, the water rushed into the pool, and the sound of the range hood soon sounded.

Shen Xizhi's steps seemed uncontrollable, moving slowly like a snail until he reached the door of the kitchen.

There is a glass door beside the kitchen, which can be pushed and pulled.

At the moment the door was open, and Shen Xizhi clearly saw Qiao slicing tomatoes vertically. The man held a knife in his hand, and his actions were serious and rigorous, reminding her of the appearance of a doctor in a white coat operating a scalpel in a TV series.

His hands are really beautiful, the joints are evenly stopped, and the fingertips are long and powerful.

Shen Xizhi asked abruptly: "Qiao Zhannan, why don't you go to study medicine?" When you become a doctor, you can get a scalpel. With such a pair of hands, playing the piano or holding a scalpel are all suitable.

Hearing that, Joe's motion of cutting the tomato longitudinally, the blade tilted and almost cut his finger.

Shen Xizhi didn't understand Qiao Zong's past, but could perceive the man's momentary stiffness at this moment.

She realized that she had made a mistake. Although she didn't know the reason, she still said: "I'll just ask it casually, there is no other meaning."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere that seemed to be condensed melted and became warm again.

Qiao Zong cut the tomatoes into small pieces, and said: "I wanted to study medicine before, but my heart couldn't stand it and I couldn't be too tired, so the family didn't let it go."

"Oh." Shen Xizhi replied dryly, and then began to have nothing to say: "Why do you still cook noodles?"

"I know a lot." Qiao chuckled, and deserved it. "You don't know."

Shen Xizhi inexplicably heard emotions similar to sadness from these words.

Qiao Zong is much older than her. She has just entered college, but Qiao Zong has been in business for many years.

Shen Xizhi frowned, she couldn't tell her feelings, and asked, "What do you think of the boy you saw that day?"

"Huh?" Qiao Zong answered naturally, with a lazy ending.

"His name is Lu Ningsheng, my senior, he likes me very much, and he is chasing me." Shen Xizhi said word by word, "Also, I think he is very good."

"Like him?" Qiao Zong asked.

"Almost." Shen Xizhi said vaguely, and then asked him: "What do you think of him?"

Old God Qiao Zong was there, as if he wasn't irritated by her, nor did Shen Xizhi expect to be jealous or possessive.

He poured the tomatoes into the pot and fry them, and then served them again after they were cooked. He washed the pot with water and poured oil again. When the oil was boiling hot and began to spill, he added **** and garlic.

Shen Xizhi stared at his movements, taking it seriously.

Qiao Zong took two bowls of water and poured them all into the pot. The moment the water touched the pot, there was a violent sound.

Shen Xizhi waited for Qiao Zong to speak.

After a long time, the voice in the pot became quieter, and Qiao Zong said, "Lu Ningsheng is not mature enough, and his temperament is not firm, and he is not worthy of you."

It was a question deliberately asked for the purpose of probing, but when she heard this answer, Shen Xizhi suddenly became a little annoyed. She asked provocatively: "Lu Ningsheng is not good enough, so Qiao Zong, are you good enough?"

Qiao Zong was speechless, put two noodles into the pot, his face calm.

A very irrelevant sentence suddenly appeared in my mind-dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

Shen Xizhi actually felt that this sentence was extremely appropriate to describe the current Qiao Zong.

She gritted her teeth. For some reason, she erected the thorns all over her body. She spoke sharply and not like she said: "Are you twenty-eight mature enough? Are you firm enough? Your feelings are swaying from side to side. Like this, all of a sudden, are you worthy of me if you are like this?"

Qiao Zong poured the two beaten eggs into the pot, but still did not answer. However, the jaw line tightened.

Some words are said to hurt the enemy one thousand and oneself hurt eight hundred.

This is what Shen Xizhi said just now.

She couldn't breathe uncomfortably, she was angry that she still loved this scumbag and hated Qiao Zong's cowardice. I even complain why the person in front of me will definitely die in his early thirties!

Why does she prefer such a person!

During the stalemate, the noodles have been cooked.

Qiao Zong took two bowls and put them under the faucet. After washing them thoroughly, he divided the noodles in the pot into two bowls.

Shen Xizhi folded her arms with her hands and leaned against the door frame, with a small slap-sized face cold. It looks serious and harsh.

After serving the noodles, Qiao Zong came out of the kitchen with a bowl in one hand.

He put the bowl on the dining table, wiped his hand on the apron around his waist, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten to take the chopsticks, he turned around and prepared to go into the kitchen to take the chopsticks out.

However, the body was only half turned, and the waist was hugged vigorously from his side.

The little girl's face was tightly against his arm. Qiao Zong realized that she was trembling, and his heart suddenly hung up, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Xizhi wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed his neck down, Qiao Zong bowed his head following her strength.

Before he could react, a soft thing blocked his lips.

Shen Xizhi kissed him.

Qiao Zong forgot to close his eyes, and from a short distance away, he clearly saw the teardrops on the girl's eyelashes. She was shaking her eyelashes and her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was going to sink into a dream and could not wake up again.

Qiao Zong's hand slid down her back, as if comforting a child.

He also closed his eyes.

Shen Xizhi's kissing skills were really poor, and she was so reckless that she forgot to open her mouth and forgot to stick her tongue out.

Qiao Zong did not hide, letting the girl's lips press against him.

However, in a short while, he tasted the salty and wet taste from the girl's lips.

Qiao Zong opened his eyes swiftly. Just when he wanted to pull back a little, the girl's hand pressed the back of his head, and her lips pressed closer together.

For a moment, Qiao Zong almost thought that this little girl would rub him into his body.

Qiao Zong put his fingers in her hair, stroked down the roots of her hair, and tried to pry away Shen Xizhi's teeth with the tip of his tongue. But before he waited for the next move, Shen Xizhi pushed him abruptly.

Qiao Zong was almost unsteady when pushed by her, he staggered a few steps, held on to the wall to stabilize his figure, and raised his eyes to look at her.

The little girl was crying, full of tears, and whispered and said: "Asshole, asshole, scum."

Qiao Zong accepted it entirely without refuting it.

He was holding on to the wall, his eyes drooping, and he let out a "huh".

But my heart was painful and uncomfortable, and there was a sense of despair on the verge of suffocation.

He didn't want to hurt her, but the hurt would not be lessened by his thoughts.

Qiao Zong clenched his hand into a fist, and slammed it against the wall. The pain passed from the knuckles to the heart and then to the brain. He gritted his teeth tightly, and there was a salty smell in his mouth.

"Zhizhi, what do you want, tell me, I'll do what you said, I won't force you, really." Qiao Zong said hoarsely: "You tell me, I listen to you."

Shen Xizhi wiped away tears indiscriminately on the back of her hand, and said bitterly, "Qiao Zong, if you are a man with a bit of spine, you should be with me desperately when you see me like this."

Qiao Zong was startled, his expression blank for a moment.

Shen Xizhi said: "You don't dare at all, you are cowardly, you are afraid of death, you are afraid of everything. You dare not even be with me in an upright manner, why do you love me?"

Qiao Zong bit his lip with his teeth. He bit out the blood on his lips, and the blood dyed his lips deep. He straightened up, took a few steps forward, and hugged her.

He buried his face in the girl's neck, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "Okay."