I thought it was be but it turned out to be he

The silence lasted until the food and drink were served. The director found a topic to break the awkward situation, "Hey, Future Sauce."

The person whose name was called corrected dissatisfiedly, "Chong, Tian, ​​Zong, Si, sir, don't call me that."

"Isn't it nice? Isn't it very easy to pronounce?" He didn't know what to think of, and he yelled several times more briskly.

He sighed in failure. In the future, he really doesn't know how Saitoichi and the others usually get along with him. Anyway, she can't get along with unrestrained people. "Well, forget it, what do you want me to do?"

"Future sauce said last time that Xiaoju is not suitable for actual combat, right? Then can you help me make a knife for actual combat?" The effect created by the emerald green eyes is throbbing.

But Future didn't feel bewitched or anything like that, and didn't raise his eyelids, "The price here is very expensive."

"How many?"

"Gold, two or three."

Saito, who had been silent all this time, said calmly, "It's really not cheap."

Jin Sanliang is enough for ordinary people to chew for more than half a year.

As the saying goes, eating people has a soft mouth. Hearing what he said, the fish in the future will become tasteless. He paused and said with pain, "I'll make an exception and give you an acquaintance's price, two taels, buy one get one free, it can't be any cheaper."

"Buy one get one free? So the other one is just for Mr. Hijikata."

In the future, he corrected his misunderstanding in a leisurely manner, "What I said to buy one get one free is to buy a knife and give you a wakizashi."

The general manager blinked in surprise, "Then it's not suitable for Mr. Hijikata, why don't you give it to Hajime?"

Mirai is hopelessly face-blind, yes, but he can distinguish temperament and so on. After carefully observing Saitoichi, "What kind of flowers does Mr. Saito like?"

Seeing that they had already made a decision, Saito Kazu no longer refused, with a poker face as usual, "There is nothing I particularly like."

This kind of answer is equivalent to not saying anything. In the future, he gently tapped the table with his fingers. Even though the face has been blurred, the understanding of Saitoichi in the future is still frozen in that glimpse, and the unrestrained and elegant words emerge in his mind. Although bamboo is not as gorgeous as flowers, it is more elegant than flowers, and it will not wither through winter, so it symbolizes eternity.

"Just use asparagus bamboo, the language of flowers is eternity."

The neglected chief pointed to his nose and asked, "Then what flowers should I use?"

In the future, without even thinking about it, he threw out two words, "Jiang Lan."

"There must be a beautiful symbolic meaning, right?"

"boring."

The chief was stunned for a moment, and felt hurt when she realized that what she meant by boring was referring to Jiang Lan's flower language, "It's too much, future sauce."

What I didn't say in the future is that the lifespan of each ginger orchid is very short, and it will fall like a butterfly in a few days, but when it is in full bloom, it will be fragrant and all the gorgeous colors will fade out.

What to say in the future, the words were brewing in the throat, but the jaw fell into an unfamiliar place.

Thinking that the future doesn't like being touched by others, the chief stood up abruptly to stop him, but suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Amei rubbed his side face with the other hand, and her voice was even more piercing, "Mr. Chong Tian, ​​why don't you call me a slave when you come here."

Saito sat in his original position and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

"Don't touch me." The left hand hanging by his side clenched his fist tightly in the future, and the other hand opened directly on the chin, leaving five distinct fingerprints on the back of his hand with reckless force.

Serizawa duck was amazed by her strength, instead he took a step forward, leaned down, pinched her chin firmly and forced her to look at him, "Are you that little daisy woman?"

Looking at him in the future, his eyes were full of disgust, and he continued, "You hid a knife? It seems to be called... Mandala, isn't it?"

Hearing this name, Mirai's expression was immediately stunned, and he forgot to resist for a while.

"Why hide it? Since you don't want to give it to others, why not give it to me, isn't it a good idea?"

The strength on Serizawa Ya's fingers increased a bit, Future frowned in pain, and stared at him firmly, "Why do you know?"

Serizawa Duck's face was slightly red, and his eyes were a little drunk, and he said vaguely, "Who knows."

Mirai's expression suddenly became serious, trying to warn him that this was something he could not touch, but Serizawa duck moved closer to his face, and the strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, "I have many ways to deal with women."

The disgust on Mirai's face became more and more serious, and he glanced at the chief executive who was being entangled by Amei. As for Saitoichi, strictly speaking, she didn't know him well, so she didn't plan to ask him for help. Maybe two slaps.

This idea just came into being, and the whole person has fallen into another cold embrace. Future turned his head and looked at the man who was holding him in astonishment. The old problem broke out and he couldn't recognize who he was from his facial features. He didn't know who he was until he opened his mouth. To whom does the unique sound quality of Magnetic belong.

"Women hate entangled men the most." The man wore a suit that didn't fit in with the surroundings, and after letting go of the future, his crimson eyes glanced at Serizawa duck.

Serizawa duck was only slightly drunk, but his mind was still sober, and he judged that this man was not easy to mess with with just one glance from the dangerous breath seeping out of the man's bones, so he left bored.

"Mr. Serizawa!" Amei let go of the chief executive's neck and chased after him, and the other two followed.

The person who was looking for trouble left, and thanked the man immediately in the future, "Thank you, Mr. Yueyan, why are you here at this time?"

The man named "Yue Yan" glanced over the two directors next to him, and finally stayed on Mirai's face, "I just happened to be doing business nearby, I didn't expect to meet you, I haven't seen you for a while, and Chang Sang is so beautiful gone."

After saying this, Yue Yan felt the vigilance and malice emanating from the chief executive, and remained unmoved.

The praised future laughed it off and didn't take it to heart.

Seeing her heartless appearance, the director really wanted to crack open her head to see what was inside. Walking in the dark, he suddenly smelled the stench of the man's body, which was the smell of a despicable and ugly rotten soul.

This man is dangerous.

The smile that was always on his lips cooled down, and the director pulled the future, who was still planning to reminisce with others, to his side, and he hugged her casually but unquestionably as a protector.

The close contact sent chills down Future's spine, and he instinctively wanted to push him away, but when he looked up, he saw his cold eyes clearly, and hesitated for a while.

Sensing the inexplicable undercurrent surging between the two men, he didn't care about anything else in the future, so he said goodbye to Yue Yan after a few words on the scene.

The deserted street under the moonlight is quiet and quiet, only the sound of clogs stepping on.

The chief executive looked at the people walking beside him without leaving a trace, and a low voice rolled out from his throat, "I'm sorry just now... It's obvious that I brought you out but I didn't protect you well."

Future unconcernedly raised the corners of his mouth, "It's nothing, I didn't blame you, I'll be there just before turning the corner, you don't need to continue to send it off."

The person who was speaking had already walked forward quickly, the chief wanted to reach out to hold her but was dodged skillfully.

The future turned around, blurred his face against the moonlight, even the eyes that were sprinkled with broken stars in the daytime also lost color, absorbed the pale moonlight but had no feedback, it was so dark that he could not see the end, only The curvature of the lips is beautiful and touching.

She said: I said don't touch mine, don't make an example.

The director didn't know what emotion he felt at this moment. The faint sadness left in the air made him hesitate for a while, and he habitually said with a smile, "Just now I was forced to do so, isn't that okay? I shouldn't touch it Is there a setting where a curse or something escapes?"

"What are you talking about, Mr. Okita, of course it's because men and women don't get along well. I'm going to marry a nobleman and enjoy a luxurious life."

The future said so in a brisk tone, and then left without looking back, and the curvature of his mouth faded when he turned around.

The night is cold as water.

The author has something to say:

I went to check the color card, and found that the color of Boss Xie’s eyes is more similar to concubine color or peach color, but it feels weird, so it’s better to compromise and treat him as scarlet color [Tan Shou]

It is said that wild ginger flowers come from the remote Himalayas. They hate living in groups and like to live in isolation. The world thinks this way of life is boring, so its flower language is quite popular and tasteless.