Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

The sun was setting and the sun was not as dazzling and bright as it was during the day. The sun also changed from fiery red to orange, like a bucket of paint splashed on the white cloth, yellowing the large pure white sky.

Wen Tingjun carefully checked whether the window of the flower shop was locked, and then went out to lock the glass door, holding a pot of green prickly prickly pear outside the house that he bought for five yuan, and walked slowly. Go to the station.

With his head down, Wen Tingjun calculated in his mind that he gave the girl from a wealthy family nearly two months of make-up lessons, and the tuition fees he got and the money from a part-time job in a flower shop are now worth more than 2 yuan. It’s better. The rent of the rented house is 1050 yuan. After deducting the rent, the money left is enough for his own tuition fees for this semester, and there is still some left over. When he goes to school, he will find a part-time job to work for the children. Tutor, save some money, he will open a small flower shop...

Just thinking about the next life, Wen Tingjun suddenly heard the car horn honking "beep beep"...

Wen Tingjun raised his head reflexively, looked along the source of the sound, saw the man sitting in the driver's seat, and was stunned.

Banquet three?No, it's not him, he feels differently from him.

The person with the look of not paying attention to anything on his face, and his eyes fixed on him is Yan Mingfeng.

It's not Yan San, I felt a moment of loss in my heart.

"Get in the car." Yan Mingfeng seemed calm and calm, bent over to open the side driving seat beside him.

He couldn't wait to hold him in his arms, but he didn't dare to do it. At this moment, he had a voice in his heart. If he dared to do this, Wen Tingjun would dare to tear his face apart with his current deadlocked relationship with Junjun.

Very calm and rational, he opened the car door and extended an invitation to the person he likes. After speaking, he regretted a little. Was his voice too cold and unkind?

If you like someone and put the other person in your heart, you will always become cautious, worrying that the other person will be unhappy, angry or sad.

Yan Mingfeng is also gradually changing, slowly learning to be considerate of a person and caring about a person's thoughts.

Wen Tingjun looked at the man in front of him, took two steps back, and remembered that he had promised not to run again. Then, he opened the back seat, bent down and got into the car.

He is the one who is obviously sorry for him, so why should he hide like a party who has done something wrong?Wen Tingjun, who suddenly figured it out, became calm.

"You, why don't you sit in the front?" Yan Mingfeng's eyes darkened.

"Let's leave the front for someone you like to sit in." Wen Tingjun looked at the little prickly pear in his hand and replied calmly.

But the person I like is not you. I endured it and didn't say it. Even if I said it, Junjun still wouldn't believe him.

They still have a lot of time, and in the future they can only use their own actions to slowly prove his sincerity, Yan Mingfeng thought a little disappointed.

Wen Tingjun shuddered, just saw Yan Mingfeng's expression through the front rearview mirror, why did Yan Mingfeng suddenly feel like a dog who didn't please his master and didn't get a compliment?He shook his head in horror.

Wen Tingjun's face is expressionless, I'm so busy these days, I'm hallucinating, Yan Mingfeng is a cunning old fox no matter what, how can he be like a dog...

When Wen Tingjun didn't notice, the speed of the car slowly slowed down.

After a moment of silence.

"Where do you want to go now?" Yan Mingfeng asked dryly without racking his brains on how to speak.

"Are you asking nonsense? I must be going home after get off work." Wen Tingjun said unceremoniously, speaking with confidence.

Yan Mingfeng's heart was as sour as an orange, it was obvious that Jun Jun had never been so fierce to him before, but now his attitude is getting worse...

He was really getting more and more rude to him, and he still didn't dare, and couldn't bear to be angry at him.

I was very wronged in my heart, and I didn't dare to show it. I was silent for a while, and pretended to ask casually: "How are you doing recently?"

"In the days without you, I'm doing fine, thank you for your concern." She answered calmly.

After hitting a soft nail, Yan Mingfeng was not angry, he was also guilty, and if Yijunjun suddenly asked Yansan, how would he answer?

Answer that he "disappeared" and merged with him?I always feel like I'm going to suffer.

"The prickly prickly pear in my hand is pretty." He clumsily changed the subject, trying to think of new topics. As a child of the banquet family, he was always held up by others since he was a child, and let others think of topics to make him talk. At this time He is very stupid in front of the person he likes.

When Wen Tingjun heard this, he looked down at the small potted prickly pear in his hand, his eyes glowed softly, "It's quite beautiful."

……

I really couldn't find a topic, Yan Mingfeng, who had an awkward chat for a while, focused on driving, thinking, Junjun likes plants like prickly pears now?

Then the gift he prepared today, should I give it or not?Some tangled.

After getting off the car, Wen Tingjun nodded goodbye to Yan Mingfeng as if he was a little more familiar with strangers than ordinary strangers.

Without waiting for Yan Mingfeng to say anything, he turned around and went upstairs neatly.

Putting the prickly prickly pear on the table and sitting by the bed, Wen Tingjun was suddenly a little dazed, so?Yan Mingfeng came here today just to send him home?

Didn't say something that made him angry and sad?

It looks like ten minutes...

The door was knocked suddenly, Yan Mingfeng, who was staying in the car downstairs, thought for a long time and climbed upstairs with a gift.

When Wen Tingjun opened the door, he saw Yan Mingfeng holding a bouquet of pure white roses in front of him.

Yan Mingfeng showed a flattering smile that he had never shown before, "Junjun, I forgot just now, this is the gift I want to give you, I always remember that you like white roses the most."

Wen Tingjun stared at the touch of expensive roses in front of him, but didn't take the flowers. His heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and he felt a slight pain.

"Junjun?" Seeing that no one took the bouquet, Yan Mingfeng called out in a soft and lingering voice.

Reaching out to touch the delicate petals, Wen Tingjun finally said, "Thank you, but I don't like white roses so much now."

"You take it."

Yan Mingfeng's smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Yes, is it?"

"Goodbye." After speaking without etiquette, the door closed with a bang.

"Why don't you like white roses all of a sudden?" Yan Mingfeng hugged the rose in his arms tightly, stared at the flower, a little confused like a child, and whispered to himself.

These are the white roses he specially ordered to be airlifted from Italy. When they arrived, they were well covered with a glass cover, and when they were finally assembled into a bouquet, the petals were still covered with dew.

He must remember correctly, Junjun’s favorite flower is only white roses. When he first followed him, he refused to ask for anything. The first time he asked for a gift was when he was on his 20th birthday and begged him to give it to him on his birthday every year. White roses, he said he liked white roses.

Since then, every year on his birthday, he will ask someone to order a bouquet of white roses and give it to him on time.

Why did you suddenly not like it?Then would he really not like him anymore? With a shake of his hand, the flowers fell to the ground. Yan Mingfeng hurriedly squatted down to pick up the bouquet, but the dusty ground was still dirty when the flowers fell. Flower facing down.

My heart seemed to be tightened by a dense net, and I couldn't breathe.

Obviously, today I saw Jun Jun carefully watering the flowers in the flower shop, especially the white roses that he saw the most.

Why did you say that you don't like Hua'er to him? It's not like saying that you don't like Hua'er, but telling him that he really doesn't like him and wants to leave him.

Can't!He doesn't allow it!He will never let him leave him, he is his life!Hugging tightly the bouquet of white roses in her arms, her lips lightly fell on the dusty flowers without a trace of dislike, just as gentle as falling on Wen Tingjun's cheek.

Across the door, Wen Tingjun looked at the little cactus he had put on the windowsill and smiled.

He is a liar, he lied just now, but he still likes white roses very much.

He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person among ordinary people, and he didn't understand anything when he first came to Yan Mingfeng.

The reason why I liked white roses at first was because I accidentally saw the flower language of white roses: innocence, purity, respect, I am enough to match you.

He suddenly fell in love with this clean, beautiful and soft flower.

He wanted to be like it, to become noble and beautiful, to be able to stand perfectly beside Yan Mingfeng and match him.

He respects and loves his "light" so much, Yan Mingfeng who rescued him from the quagmire.

He began to work hard to learn things that he would never have been able to touch in his whole life if he had never met Yan Mingfeng, and engraved elegance and etiquette into his bones.

But in the end, he worked so hard to be obedient, but he still lost completely.

Now I say I don't like it, but I still like it, I just like the white rose with thorns, the layer of thorns that can protect me.

He doesn't want to be injured, because the injury really hurts, and when no one cares about it, it hurts even more and looks sad.

No sleep for one night.

In the early morning, Wen Tingjun opened the door and found that the door of the opposite room was wide open. In the small corridor, workers were coming in and out removing the wallpaper and ceiling, cleaning the corridor, and doing decoration.

"Is this another new tenant moving in?" The thought flashed in Wen Tingjun's mind, and Wen Tingjun hurried to help the little girl of the "golden master" with her homework.

School is about to start soon, and I'm trying to make more while I can make some money.

Now I don’t have so much time to be sentimental about the Spring and Autumn Period, the days without money are really sad...

When he came back at night, Wen Tingjun saw that the corridors of the small building had been cleaned up, and the walls had been repainted with white paint.

The opposite door has been closed, but the ordinary anti-theft door of every household in a small building has been removed and replaced by a door with a fingerprint verification password.

It seems that he is really a rich man, but why would he come to live here?

I always feel a little fuzzy in my heart that something is about to happen.

He took out a small key and poked it into the keyhole. When he opened the door, Wen Tingjun was still thinking in his heart that he didn’t know which tenant had money and would not rent a good house. He wanted to rent a house of more than [-] square meters like the poor him. , It was demolished and redecorated.

At this time, he didn't know that the new tenant opposite him would show up soon.