Sir, your vest is off!

But whether there is a chance or not will be discussed later, there are more important matters waiting for Song Lan to solve.

——Zhou Wenqing didn't seem very happy, but Zhou Wenqing didn't say anything.

It was Song Lan who discovered it by himself.

Zhou Wenqing was exceptionally silent when eating in the morning. Although Zhou Wenqing didn't talk much, he wouldn't frown and stare at the table in a daze like this.

"Wen Qing." Song Lan couldn't help calling out.

Zhou Wenqing looked up in confusion, and smiled at Song Lan.

Song Lan poked the hard baked bread with a knife and fork, and sighed helplessly, "It's nothing, just to remind you that your coffee is about to be spilled."

"Oh." Zhou Wenqing woke up like a dream, the coffee cup in his hand tipped over at some point, and the coffee dripped drop by drop on the white tabletop.

Song Lan took out a lot of napkins, wiped off the coffee stains on the table for Zhou Wenqing, and asked while wiping, "Did something happen at work?"

That's what I said, but Song Lan couldn't imagine any kind of problem that could stump Zhou Wenqing.

But apart from work, Song Lan couldn't think of anything else that would make Zhou Wenqing so absent-minded.

Zhou Wenqing shook his head, "No."

Song Lan bit her fork, "Can't you say it?"

Zhou Wenqing remained silent, and turned his gaze to the empty vase on the dining table.

Song Lan followed Zhou Wenqing's line of sight, and naturally saw the vase, but he didn't understand what Zhou Wenqing meant.

"What happened to the vase?"

Zhou Wenqing was silent at first, and then said preciously: "Flowers."

It was only then that Song Lan remembered that the flowering period of this rose was not long, and with Zhou Wenqing and him frequently changing the water to take care of it, it barely survived a week, but it still withered and withered in the end.

Song Lan threw away the withered flower in the morning. Zhou Wenqing didn't expect Zhou Wenqing to care so much about such a mediocre flower, and she lost her mind.

Song Lan poked the dark bread again, and Zhou Wenqing even burned the bread in the morning.

"The flowers are all withered, and it doesn't look good on the table, so I'll throw them away. If you like it, I'll pick another one and put it in a vase?"

Song Lan thought that Zhou Wenqing might be happier by saying that, but Zhou Wenqing was not happy at all.

Did he say the wrong thing?Why does Zhou Wenqing look quite...aggrieved?

"It's okay, I'm done eating, are you still going to the company today?" Zhou Wenqing said indifferently.

However, in Song Lan's eyes, Zhou Wenqing was forcing a smile.

Song Lan inexplicably felt a strong sense of guilt, and said, "I...don't go, I want to sort out my thoughts at home today and prepare for a new work."

In fact, these words are fooling people, he has no inspiration and ideas for writing at all.

But Zhou Wenqing didn't notice Song Lan's dodge when he spoke, and got up straight away, put on his windbreaker and went to work.

Song Lan was dumbfounded, really, Zhou Wenqing looked so weird like this.

Song Lan looked at the "carbon-like" bread, sighed, silently threw it into the trash can, washed the plates and cups, turned on the phone idly and continued to read the "Crossing Books" he had collected recently, and There is "white moonlight text".

——"The system said helplessly: Host, you don't follow the script, it's not a day or two.

The protagonist Shou clings to his old Gong as if nothing had happened, and says flatteringly: It's fine if someone takes it down.

The system roared wildly: You took down the villain, brother!The protagonist and Bai Yueguang even had a litter of babies together!Take care of yourself, brother! "

Song Lan silently closed this book, without any reference, he had no system, damn it, no script.

——"Bai Yueguang's tearful eyes: Don't break us up, we really love each other, you are just a mistake, I beg you to give him back to me."

Song Lan felt cold, rubbed her goosebumps and turned it off. By the way, she gave a bad review, "Isn't this a green tea watch? Do big men want to be so disgusting?"

Song Lan thinks that the writing is bad and the plot is bloody, but a man is still a man after all.

Of course, there are some that Song Lan can read. For example, this book tells the story of the protagonist successfully kicking Bai Yueguang's position in the protagonist's heart after receiving the book, and being together with Bai Yueguang.

"Oh no, I don't want to attack Zhou Wenqing's White Moonlight!" Then he closed the book.

Song Lan crossed her arms and thought very depressedly, after reading all morning, she still didn't see a book about the protagonist being attracted to Bai Yueguang.

Song Lan was burning with an unknown fire, and finally vented his anger on the search engines and websites that recommended novels to him, "Spam websites, automatic recommendations, rubbish!"

Really annoying!

Song Lan was so angry that she simply threw the phone aside, her mind was buzzing, and she picked up a few pieces of memory, remembering her own experiences, and the experience of "Song Lan". It can be said that they are almost the same person. !

Song Lan couldn't figure out why there was such a coincidence. If it wasn't a coincidence, who would know it so clearly except herself?Is it even included in this book?

This world has no plot and no system, all relying on oneself to scramble and roll, rushing forward with black eyes, Song Lan was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

But Song Lan was more fortunate, "Song Lan" was more fortunate, he picked up an excellent husband, and now this husband is his husband.

Song Lan opened her eyes. Her husband Zhou Wenqing's back looked a little pitiful when he left this morning. Now that he thought of it, he couldn't ignore it.

Except for Zhou Wenqing, nothing could win Song Lan's heart right now.

"Isn't it just a flower?" Song Lan shook her head helplessly, but when she thought of Zhou Wenqing's expression, Song Lan couldn't sit still, and went to the garden very honestly.

The small flowers in the garden were still flourishing. Song Lan picked and picked for a long time, but she couldn't find the rose that was close to her eyes. Maybe it was because of Zhou Wenqing.

Although she didn't know what Zhou Wenqing was thinking, Song Lan decided to give up the idea of ​​picking another flower, and ran silently to the trash can where he threw the flower in the morning.

"Oh my god..." Song Lan glanced at the trash can with disgust. It still contained the bread he threw away, the paper towels he had wiped his hands and coffee, and the sticky eggshells stained with egg whites. , and kitchen waste stained with oil.

After struggling for a long time, Song Lan still chose to stretch out a finger tremblingly, and peeled away the garbage covering the flowers. The flowers had withered and turned yellow and were no longer bright and delicate. They couldn't even hold the petals. The moment when people get old.

Song Lan picked up the flower branch that still had a hint of greenness, quickly rushed to the faucet to rinse it, pinched off the decayed part, and left a stem that was no longer than a little finger, "Zhou Wenqing, Zhou Wenqing, you owe me a lot of favors." Fat, young master, I have never turned over the trash can, and I don’t even pick up the money if it falls in it!”

For the flowers that Zhou Wenqing was thinking about, Song Lan was willing to go all out.

Song Lan returned to the garden again. This time, he took a small shovel and the stem of this small rose flower. He found a treasured spot with plenty of sunlight and soft soil, dug a hole slowly, and inserted the stem into it. , covered with soil, poured enough water.

Song Lan patted the mud on her hands, and said to the planted rose, "You have to live well, that idiot Zhou Wenqing just pointed at you to cheer you up! Really, it has to be yours."

It would be better to say that these two couples really have a tacit understanding, one calls him a little idiot, and the other calls him a big idiot.

If a flower wants to take root and sprout, it needs a long wait.

But some people can't wait.

The seed has been planted, but it is not known whether it will survive, Song Lan scratched her hair, it is still early, why don't you go out and buy something?

"Buzz...buzz..." Zhou Wenqing felt that the phone in his pocket was vibrating non-stop, so he raised his hand to interrupt Gu Boning's itinerary report. Gu Boning understood, put away the folder and stopped talking , Respectfully exit the door and close the door.

"Boom!" Gu Boning didn't notice who he bumped into for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Shen Yu clutching his stomach.

Shen Yu bared his teeth and screamed "pain painfully".

Gu Boning pushed his glasses speechlessly, "The effect of force is mutual. Does Mr. Shen not know whether it hurts or not?"

Shen Yu gave a "tsk", "You are really boring, am I friendly and promoting our relationship? If you bump into me, and then I half push and half reluctantly ask you to invite me to dinner, this relationship will continue. Are you up?"

Gu Boning really wanted to give this fool a big roll of his eyes, "Boss Shen and I don't seem to have any relationship to continue."

"Don't!" Shen Yu immediately became unhappy, "We've known each other for five or six years, Gu Boning, why are you always so lukewarm to me? Why do you treat Zhou Wenqing like that?"

Shen Yu might be really stupid, Gu Boning thought, "Zhou is always my boss."

"Am I not your boss's friend? Can't you love the house and crow a little?"

Gu Boning couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Will Mr. Shen pay me a salary?"

Shen Yu was at a loss for words, "Why don't you change jobs?"

The two of them have talked about this kind of conversation many times, but they never took it seriously. This time, Gu Boning was silent for a rare moment, and said calmly: "Forget it, you are relatively poor."

"Hey! No personal attacks!"

Gu Boning thought he was annoying, "I still have work, if you are too bored, can you play with yourself for a while?"

Shen Yu said stubbornly, "No! I'll just play with you!"

"What on earth are you here for?" Gu Boning frowned.

With a playful smile, Shen Yu leaned over and hooked Gu Boning's shoulders. Gu Boning subconsciously wanted to dodge, but was hugged tightly by Shen Yu, "I'm looking for you to talk about feelings!"

Gu Boning completely lowered his face, "Shen Yu, I'm not your little boyfriend."

Shen Yu's face froze.

Soon Zhou Wenqing opened the door of the office, and saw two people with uneasy faces crossing their shoulders, "What are you two doing?"

Gu Boning took a step back and broke away from Shen Yu, "Boss, where are you going?"

Zhou Wenqing said casually, "The afternoon session will be cancelled."

"But the boss..."

Zhou Wenqing had already left, with a smug attitude and a brisk tone, "Lanlan is waiting for me to go home."

At the same time, Song Lan hung up the phone, and happily walked back with a gift box wrapped in pink.

This is a gift he has chosen for a long time, and he hopes to comfort Zhou Wenqing temporarily, and tell Zhou Wenqing after the rose has taken root and sprouted.

[The author has something to say: Lan Lan: There is no other way, my husband has been wronged, and I have to pamper her too (spread hands)

The old thing that was thrown away: woo woo woo, the first flower my wife gave me is gone... gone! 】