I love him to death

Mingran looked coldly at the paraquat hanging on the wall, and after two seconds, turned around and entered the house.

"Eh? Wait... ah!"

Seeing that Mingran ignored him, Paraquat wanted to stop him, but accidentally fell off the wall of the yard.

"Ah...it hurts."

Paraquat rubbed his ass, looked up at the sky, stood up after a long time, smiled and clapped his hands.

"Finally found."

Mingran, who returned to the TV, just sat down and planned to spend the day leisurely on the sofa when the doorbell rang again.

"This guy is really... call the property security directly!"

Mingran put down the Coke in her hand, got up and walked into the bedroom near the bathroom. Compared with the room used to work before, it was a different world, both clean and tidy.

Mingran picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed the number of the property security room, and briefly explained the situation. After about 5 minutes, the doorbell outside finally stopped.

Mingran walked out of the bedroom, opened the bed curtain of the French window in the living room, and made sure that the paraquat had indeed been driven away by the security guards, and then she was relieved.

Ming Ran: I should be a fan of the new manga...but it's too exaggerated to follow here...

Thinking of this, Mingran opened the French window, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff, then stared at the white rose in the yard in a daze.

Ming Ran: This seems to belong to Jiang Taiwen... When did it appear here?

Mingran thought about it in his mind, but found that he couldn't remember it. He went back to the living room and extinguished the cigarette in his hand, then went to the yard and checked the white rose.

"The leaves are a little yellow, obviously they are watered every day! Is it because the weather is too hot?"

With that said, Mingran picked up the water pipe in the yard and watered the white rose.

"She's crying!"

Mingran raised his head upon hearing the sound, but saw a handsome boy with light green hair lying on the wall.

Ming Ran: Why is it him again...

"You have watered too much, if this continues, she will die."

The voice like the cool summer wind sounded again, Paraquat smiled at him, but Mingran kept a cold face, turned off the water, turned and entered the house, and came out again not long after, but there was an extra piece of paper in his hand, Above is his signature.

Mingran handed the signature to Paraquat and said lightly.

"You want this, right! Get it and leave quickly, or I'll call security."

Paraquat looked at the paper and blinked for no reason, then shook his head at Mingran.

"I came to find you."

"Get down from the fence of my house and leave quickly. If you don't leave, I will call the police instead of the security guard."

After Ming Ran finished speaking, she entered the living room without looking back, closed the French windows neatly, and drew the curtains on the bed.

"Ah... Qimu in this life is super fierce..."

Paraquat grumbled and jumped off the fence. Just as he was about to leave, a black car stopped at the gate of the villa.

I saw a man in a neat suit coming out of the car. The man wore sunglasses, blond hair, black earrings on his ears, a small cross in his right hand, and a ring. The breath of a playboy came to his face.

The man pressed the doorbell, and in a blink of an eye saw Paraquat under the courtyard wall. Seeing him looking at him, Paraquat left in a hurry.

The man looked at the back of the man who left in a hurry, and didn't pay much attention. He rang the doorbell several times, but no one came out, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed Mingran's number.

At this moment, Mingran was nestling on the sofa and changing TV channels boredly, when the mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly, Mingran picked up the mobile phone and pressed the answer button, then said coldly.

"Jiang Taiwen, when will you take your damn white rose away?"

"Eh? Didn't I promise to give it to you?"

"Take it quickly."

"Even if I take it away, the great painter will open the door for me anyway!"

"The spare key is behind the mailbox next door."

After Mingran finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Jiang Taiwen turned his head and looked at the green mailbox. There seemed to be a card stuck behind the mailbox. He pulled out the card and found the key sealed with tape on the back.

"I really can't figure out why this guy wants to live in such an old villa."

In the living room, Jiang Taiwen sat on the sofa, picked up the canned coffee in front of him and complained.

"I ran all the way here to find you, but it turned out that there was only canned coffee!"

"There is tap water in the kitchen, which comes from the mother of the earth. It absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, so I pick it up myself."

Mingran stared at the TV screen and said in a cold voice, but Jiang Taiwen didn't care, smiled and opened the tab of the can, and took a sip.

"But this frozen taste is not bad, it can be regarded as a little love you have for me."

Mingran didn't answer, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold. Jiang Taiwen knew that Mingran didn't like to beat around the bush, so he coughed lightly in embarrassment.

"Hey, the chairman said he wants you to go home for dinner tonight."

"Don't go."

Mingran refused categorically, and Jiang Taiwen was in trouble all of a sudden, deliberately pretending to be aggrieved, and rushed to Mingran's side with teary eyes.

"The chairman said, if you don't go back, I will stop working as a manager. Can you bear it? Will your conscience not hurt? My career is completely over because of this."

"Hey! Stay away from me, is it disgusting?"

Mingran pushed Jiang Taiwen away hard. Although his appearance was too exaggerated, it was not impossible for that smelly old man to fire him for this reason.

Ming Ran sighed and had no choice but to agree.

"What time is it?"

Seeing that Mingran agreed, Jiang Taiwen's eyes lit up, and he immediately returned to his original arrogant and cynical look.

"Oh, seven o'clock in the evening."

After the task was completed, Jiang Taiwen played with the car keys with one hand while smiling. Fortunately, Mingran and Jiang Taiwen have known each other since middle school, and they have always been in the same school. Otherwise, he would definitely think he was schizophrenic or a pervert.

Mingran took a good look at Jiang Taiwen, and couldn't help but be sure.

Ming Ran: No, at least perverted, it is really perverted.

Although Jiang Taiwen works as a project manager in Mingran's father's company, his family background is actually very strong.

When he was a student, Jiang Taiwen was very petite, and because he was partly British, he looked more feminine, so he suffered school violence. Instead of resisting, he wore women's clothing, and people who laughed at him suddenly started one after another. He received dead birds and insects, all of which were bloody, and when his classmates were screaming in shock, he laughed very strangely beside him.

Due to complaints from the parents of the students, Jiang Taiwen was forced to transfer schools countless times until he met Mingran at the beginning of his junior year. Seeing Jiang Taiwen in women's clothing holding a doll, Mingran tore off his wig in public, with a blank expression on his face. Said to him: "You are really ugly in women's clothes."

Jiang Taiwen was slightly taken aback, just when everyone thought that Jiang Taiwen would use the same method to take revenge on Mingran, but Jiang Taiwen suddenly put on men's clothes and pestered Mingran every day, it can be said that where Mingran went , where did he follow...

At 55:23 in the evening, Mingran arrived at a high-end apartment in the city center on time, took the elevator to the [-]rd floor, and rang the doorbell of number F.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron, a long black dress, and an elegant curly hair. When she saw Mingran, she squinted and smiled. Although there were obvious crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, it still made people feel She must have been a beauty in her youth.

"Xiao Ranran is back! Come in, come in."

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that again?"

The woman didn't feel angry because her baby son was dissatisfied with the nickname, and took the big and small bags from Mingran's hand.

"Okay, okay, come in."

Mingran walked to the dining table and sat down. The middle-aged man opposite had a serious face. Seeing Mingran, he glanced at the alarm clock on the wall at 7:03.

"Didn't I tell you to arrive on time at the starting point?"

The man's voice is very strict. As a business person, he wants to be strict with the concept of time, including his own son.

Ming Ran picked up the chopsticks and ate leisurely at the reprimand from the man opposite, saying in a leisurely manner.

"Only over three points."

Mingran's disapproval made the man's face even uglier. Seeing Mingran wearing loose clothes and looking lazy, he patted the dining table hard and said angrily.

"Look at what you look like in this dress? Do you look like my son Mingtian?"

"Just come back for a meal."

Mingran still answered unhurriedly. The man wanted to say something more, when a plate of steamed sea bass was suddenly placed in front of him, his movements were gentle and graceful, but the sound of light touch between the bottom of the plate and the table was full of warning.

"Honey, this is your favorite, eat more!"

The woman smiled gracefully and calmly. She took off her apron and sat down beside the man.

"It's not easy for my son to come back, but my mother has been preparing all afternoon! Eat well!"

As the woman said, she picked up a piece of braised pork ribs and put it in Mingran's bowl.

"Ah."

Mingran said, nodded and smiled at her mother, as if on purpose.

Ming Tian: You son of a bitch, you are just perfunctory to me, but you are like a docile cat to his mother, and don't take my father seriously at all.

"you……"

Ming Tian couldn't help but wanted to say something again, but couldn't help but glance at the smiling woman beside him, cleared his throat, and lowered his tone.

"I arranged a blind date for you, you tomorrow..."

"Don't go."

Before Mingtian could finish speaking, Mingran immediately refused.

"No, you have to go."

"I'm stuffed."

As Ming Ran put down the bowls and chopsticks suddenly, he stood up and prepared to go back to the house. Ming Tian, ​​who was ignored, was completely irritated. He slapped the table and got up, angrily.

"Stop, you have to go if you don't go tomorrow, you're already 27 and don't even have a girlfriend, what are you talking about?"

"I don't care about you."

"I don't care, no matter what you are going to heaven, you know how to draw those messy things all day long, and you don't come to work in the company. You have to go tomorrow. If you do something out of the ordinary this time, don't think about it in the future." Be your great painter again!"

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