That scumbag famous flower has a master

Jiang Youzhao was having a video conference, while Cheng Geyun was playing games in the greenhouse of his residence.After a while, he felt his eyes were tired, so he dropped his phone, not wanting to turn his head to meet a blooming Louis XIV.

The purple to black rose bloomed openly, at least taller than him sitting, proud and dignified, as if looking down on the person leaning on the chair.

Cheng Geyun looked at it and put his hands on the petals.He suddenly remembered that when Louis XIV was in love, the language of flowers was only for you. However, the champagne roses given by Louis XIV and Tang Chen were very different, one was roses, and the other was roses.

Cheng Geyun suddenly pressed down the flower branch and pressed it in front of him. He picked up the scissors, expressionless, and cut off the petals of Louis XIV one by one, shouting while cutting: "Jiang Youzhao——"

A good flower was cut beyond recognition by him, Cheng Geyun let go of his hand, and let the incomplete flower branch return to his head.

He turned to cut another Louis XIV flower, still shouting: "Jiang Youzhao!"

Under such a volume, footsteps soon approached, but it was not Jiang Youzhao who came, but the housekeeper.

Ever since Cheng Geyun was reluctant to go home with Jiang Youzhao, Jiang Youzhao asked someone to clean up the residence here, arranged for servants and cooks, and he could come and rest whenever he wanted.

The housekeeper bowed to him: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Jiang is in a meeting, may I ask you..."

Cheng Geyun didn't stop cutting the petals, he focused on not raising his head: "What does he mean?"

"No." The housekeeper didn't know why this master was suddenly in a bad mood, so he quickly explained: "Mr. Jiang didn't know, I think he's busy with work—"

Cheng Geyun's ears caught the sound of new footsteps very well, and his inexplicably depressed mood finally became a little happier, and even the speed of cutting the petals slowed down a lot: "Here, isn't he here?"

Jiang Youzhao waved his hand, signaling the butler to leave first, and walked forward by himself, not caring about the scattered rose petals, and sat beside Cheng Geyun: "I am here."

"Interrupting your meeting?"

The sound of scissors clicking.

The other party didn't answer his question, but just took Cheng Geyun over, held his hand holding the scissors, slowed down and cut off petals with him.

After Jiang Youzhao joined, Cheng Geyun's movements gradually became more leisurely, and he was no longer as impatient as before.He leaned on Jiang Youzhao's side, and finally smelled the fragrance of flowers in the air, and heard him say, "You can call me directly next time if you are unhappy."

"I made you unhappy by cutting flowers?" Cheng Geyun clenched the scissors tightly.

"You will be more anxious at this time." Jiang Youzhao still accompanied him in an orderly way to cut off the blossoming Louis XIV: "What should I do if I get it?"

The last rose was also cut off, and the scissors fell to the ground. Jiang Youzhao held his hand and clasped his fingers tightly.

Cheng Geyun looked back at him.

Undoubtedly, Jiang Youzhao still looks very young, but he shows an irreplaceable imprint of time and great tolerance and doting.

In the past, with a very strange mentality, Cheng Geyun always tested him endlessly, caught his eyes, trying to find some different emotions from them, because he didn't understand why Jiang Youzhao was emotional because of him.

It's just that the results every time did not disappoint him too much. Except that Jiang Youzhao was too busy, his eyes only fell on Cheng Geyun.

Cheng Geyun couldn't hold back and kissed him.In the end, Jiang Youzhao let Jiang Youzhao pick him up, and he heard Jiang Youzhao asking him why he was unhappy.

"The flower is provoking me." He sat on Jiang Youzhao's lap, with his toes touching the ground, and habitually buried his head in Jiang Youzhao's neck, feeling unhappy.

"Then throw it away." Jiang Youzhao said.

"No, you have to burn it." Cheng Geyun complained, "I don't like roses, I hate them."

In the evening, Jiang Youzhao continued his work, while Cheng Geyun nestled beside him to check his mobile phone.

Suddenly, he frowned.

Who is the "little sweetheart" in this address book?

It can't be Jiang Youzhao's daughter, because Jiang Youzhao is not so fancy, and he directly saves the name Jiang Zhenting for his daughter.

"Jiang Youzhao." He called the other party's name again, ready for interrogation.

Jiang Youzhao followed kindness like a stream and approached him.

Cheng Geyun pointed at the screen: "Who is this?"

Jiang Youzhao glanced at him lightly, with a smile in his eyes: "You don't know?"

Cheng Geyun was puzzled: "How could I know about your little sweetheart?"

"Well, that's true." Jiang Youzhao clicked to dial: "Then let's see who it is."

Cheng Geyun stared at him, expressing to see what tricks you can play, but within ten seconds, his cell phone rang.

Cheng Geyun: ...

His face hurt so much, he hit it himself.

He remembered that this was when he was just in love with Jiang Youzhao, he was unhappy looking at the cold three words in the phone address book, so he saved it with his phone.

"Huh? Who is it?" Jiang Youzhao asked him solemnly: "Who is this little sweetheart?"

Cheng Geyun hurriedly refused to call, shook his head and replied: "I don't know, how do I know? Anyway, I didn't do this matter..." His tone changed sharply, and he immediately switched from guilt to grievance, as well-behaved as a primary school student: "But I Cheng Geyun was born in poverty, with no power, power or money...you won't believe me..."

Jiang Youzhao pinched his face lightly, "I believe it, why don't I believe it."

While the two were joking, Jiang Youzhao's cell phone rang suddenly, Cheng Geyun saw those three words, and finally turned on the speakerphone.

"Father," Jiang Zhen's voice sounded, but the twelve or thirteen-year-old child was extraordinarily polite and distant: "Do you have time today?"

Jiang You looked at Cheng Geyun, while he leaned back, saying that he was the one to make the choice.

Cheng Geyun was not polite, and replied with a smile: "Boss Jiang is not here."

Jiang Zhen was a little embarrassed when he heard it, but he kept his tone after a pause: "Hello, Uncle Cheng."

Although the two have never met, it is obvious that they are very aware of each other's existence.

"What's the matter, Miss Jiang?" Cheng Geyun asked.

There was a pause for a while, and finally, after a long thought, he finally made a decision and said, "Uncle Cheng, you don't have to be so polite. It's actually just a trivial matter. I was in an equestrian class today, and I fell off my horse in an accident. Now I am recuperating at home. I want to ask my father if he has time..." She lowered her voice, "If you have time, can you go home and visit me?"

Jiang Zhenting was afraid of being misunderstood, so he quickly picked up: "It doesn't matter if you don't have time, Dr. Lin said that it will be fine to lie down for a few days, but I just need to tell my father, it may delay the next few days of classes."

"I see." Cheng Geyun said, "I will let him go back."

He hung up the phone, looked at Jiang Youzhao who had stood up and put on his coat, and grabbed the other party's sleeve: "I'm with you."

Jiang's house was not too far away, Cheng Geyun was a little dazed looking at the gradually slowing down scenery outside the car window.Jiang Youzhao never forced him, and always respected his emotions, so it was a long time ago that he was here last time.

A girl with a plaster cast on her leg was helped down the stairs. Her face was considered immature, but her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Jiang Youzhao.As for the remaining genetic appearance, Cheng Geyun didn't bother to pay attention, it belonged to another woman.

Jiang Zhenting didn't seem to expect Cheng Geyun's arrival, but she was very smart, showing a standard social smile, and said: "Father, Uncle Cheng, good evening."

"Good evening, listen to the pillow." After Jiang Youzhao said hello to her, he showed his father's concern: "How are your legs?"

"Doctor Lin said there's nothing serious about it, just recover from the injury, and it won't affect your future life and study."

"Or cancel some courses?" Jiang Youzhao suggested: "I don't have too strict requirements for you, if you feel very tired."

From the point of view of Huatou, it meant consultation, but the tone was not refusal.

Cheng Geyun raised his eyelids, he was somewhat aware of this.

Jiang Youzhao’s requirements for his daughter are the same as when he was young. He must read every day, practice calligraphy for two hours in the evening, have a regular equestrian class on Saturday morning, and socialize in the afternoon. .

What a sad child of capital, Cheng Geyun thought so.At least as far as he is concerned, he himself does not experience the joy of this kind of programmed execution at all.

"No," Jiang Zhenting replied as expected: "I like equestrian lessons very much."

Hearing this, Jiang You looked at her for a while, then reached out and touched her head at last, his tone softened: "Take a good rest these few days."

For the first time, Cheng Geyun promised Jiang Youzhao to stay in Jiang's house tonight.

Jiang Youzhao was still dealing with his endless work, when he suddenly heard Cheng Geyun ask: "Did you have such a boring life when you were twelve or thirteen years old?"

Jiang Youzhao thought about it and nodded.

Everything in his life, including marriage, has been fixed since he was sensible, until he is strong enough to have the qualification to control his own choices.

"I was a little busier than Zhen Ting at that time, and I couldn't play my temper." Jiang Youzhao thought of it and mentioned it by the way: "At that time, something happened at home, and someone needed to take responsibility."

Cheng Geyun leaned over and lay quietly on his lap, wanting to hear him continue: "Huh?"

He was curious.

Undoubtedly, Jiang Youzhao knew a lot about his past, and even knew which nursery school he went to when he was a child, but Cheng Geyun knew little about Jiang Youzhao's past.

Jiang Youzhao stopped what he was doing, lowered his eyes to look at Cheng Geyun's probing eyes, "After I went to high school, I started to go to various drinking bureaus and learn how to socialize with adults. No one cares whether you have already drunk as an adult, but many People take pleasure in it. I often wake up amidst my nightmares and the sound of ridicule and ridicule in my dreams, as if I and the Jiang family behind me can’t be saved.”

He slightly adjusted his sitting posture so that Cheng Geyun could lie down more comfortably, and instantly downplayed all the past misery like a whisk: "But it's not difficult, everything is fine now, right?"

Cheng Geyun had never experienced it, so naturally he couldn't fully imagine Jiang Youzhao's situation and helplessness at that time, but he only heard this, and saw Jiang Youzhao's current appearance, and his heart was a little sour.

He could only stare at Jiang Youzhao, forcefully suppressed the emotions in his heart, nodded in approval, and returned to the original topic: "So you treat your daughter..."

"Although she will be tired, I hope she can be strong and brave."

Jiang Youzhao thought about this very clearly.

If he is lucky enough, then he may be able to protect Cheng Geyun for the rest of his life, so Cheng Geyun can be unscrupulous.But he can't guarantee that he can protect Jiang Zhenting forever, so Jiang Zhenting must do his best.

The light in Jiang Youzhao's study was still on, and Cheng Geyun lay on his stomach and yawned, saying that he was sleepy and wanted to go to bed first.

But instead of going straight back to the bedroom, he went downstairs.

Just when Jiang Zhen came back from the outside, she was carrying a big bag of things in her hand, and she was creeping around, but when she met Cheng Geyun, she was so startled that she almost cried out.

Facing Cheng Geyun's suspicious gaze, she quickly put her finger on her lips and made a silent movement.

Cheng Geyun shifted his gaze to the bag in her hand, which contained a lot of food, and he knew it instantly.

"Surely you haven't eaten dinner?" Jiang Zhen listened and raised the food in his hand, trying to keep the volume down: "Eat together?"

The two of them ran to the dining room secretly and turned on the light very dimly.

Jiang Zhen listened to unpacking one by one, and his voice was still low: "Uncle Cheng, are you hungry too?"

Cheng Geyun wanted to say no, but the person had already arrived, and it seemed abnormal to deny it at this time, so he had to selectively change the subject: "Next time, don't deliberately fall off the horse, your father can see it."

"what?"

During the conversation, Jiang Zhen vaguely knew that her father had already guessed the truth, but she probably didn't expect Cheng Geyun to tell herself this. Her eyes widened a little, and the hand that was offering to eat was also suspended in midair.

"As a condition." Cheng Geyun took the food unceremoniously: "Don't let your father know that I sneaked downstairs to eat supper.

He was really starving to death.

Jiang Youzhao developed the habit of not eating after noon early on, and he didn't even let the people around him eat, including his daughters Jiang Zhenting and Cheng Geyun.

Every time I follow Jiang Youzhao, I don't have dinner. As long as Cheng Geyun mentions eating dinner, Jiang Youzhao, who has always been tolerant, can find various reasons to refuse.

Cheng Geyun once suspected that this was the main reason why he often broke up.

Jiang Zhenting nodded quickly and reached an agreement with him.

Cheng Geyun ate and ate, and heard the polite girl join in the complaint: "So you, Uncle Cheng, also think that the habit of not eating after lunch is very abnormal..."

"It's not just abnormal? It's just crazy."

Jiang Youzhao, who was still working upstairs, sneezed twice.

Hearing the notification sound from the mobile phone next to him, he subconsciously glanced at it, and it turned out that Cheng Geyun forgot to take it away.

The long-term on-off and on-off made Jiang Youzhao already accustomed to such incidents. He just pretended not to see it and continued to deal with work, but his phone rang twice again.

QZQ: Can I see you tomorrow?

QZQ: During this period of time, I have been obedient, haven't I?

There is another one, Cheng Geyun is not forbidden anyway, Jiang Youzhao simply read it together.

Tang Chen: I went to your house to feed Xiao Smart and threw away some expired food.

Jiang Youzhao slowly put down the phone and stopped looking at work.

The lights in the study stayed on until early in the morning. For a long time, Jiang Youzhao did nothing but supported his head and looked at the yellow roses on the desk.

Cheng Geyun was in high spirits by chance, cut out the ones he brought over in the greenhouse, put them on his table and never touched them again.

He held the flower in front of his eyes, but couldn't smell any fragrance.I don't know if it was a sudden headache, or a sudden realization that he was not the only one who knew the password of Cheng Geyun's house.

The author has something to say: The flower language of yellow roses: lost love/sorry for love