Back in high school, I attacked my rival

"She really loves you?" Jie Qingyang asked foolishly, shaking his head.

Hu Feiwei: "I found out that you are very shrewd in other things and have a flexible mind. Why do you become a different person when you encounter relationship problems? Can't you understand after I say so much?"

"I, I, can understand." Jie Qingyang bit the bullet and said nonsense.

"Then you still ask me this question."

"Can't you ask?"

Hu Fei smiled politely out of embarrassment.

Sure enough, brat!

The two looked at each other in silence, and someone came in to buy flowers again.

Hu Feiwei has studied flowers extremely thoroughly. He knows the flowering period and the habits of flowers like the palm of his hand. He treats flowers with the same care and care as a child.A few times Jie Qingyang used a little too much force and was severely criticized.

In his eyes, every flower is alive, they selflessly show their most beautiful moments to the world, and should be treated kindly.

Since then, Jie Qingyang's psychology of looking at flowers has changed, and he always feels that they are a group of beautiful children who can't speak. They are delicate and beautiful, giving people visual enjoyment and psychological pleasure.

Also take good care of.

After the two men were busy, they managed the flower shop to look good. The pink roses in the center of the shop were the most eye-catching, attracting many customers to push the door in.

After listening to the story of the florist, Jie Qingyang sorted out the plot from beginning to end and put himself in it, which suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Boss Hu's first love was not because he didn't love him, but because he was incompetent. Sure enough, only campus love was pure.

So did Yan Jiajia really love him in her previous life?

He doesn't worry about this life, because it is obvious that Yan Jiajia is not interested in him at all now, no matter what he does, he is indifferent, so how did he like him at a glance in his previous life.

After marriage, I tried my best to pamper her and give her whatever she wanted. I have money and strength, and my financial conditions are good, so why would I want to cheat.

After all, Yan Jiajia never liked him from the beginning, but only loved his money? ? ?

Otherwise why cheat? !

After reaching this conclusion, Jie Qingyang suddenly became depressed and absent-minded in his work. The marriage he worked so hard to manage was a farce, and he suddenly discovered that during the time of the marriage change, his company had frequent problems and was tortured by family affairs. It was difficult for him to be alone, and at that time he only wanted to get Yan Jiajia back, so he didn't care much about the company's affairs.

He never linked these two things together. He trusted Yan Jiajia unconditionally, thinking that it was He Zhixiu's fault that she cheated on her, and that he deliberately seduced her. Looking at it now, it might not be the case at all.

He stood blankly in front of the flower stand, recalled it again, reasoned a bit, and found that He Zhixiu had never shown up at all, but Yan Jiajia had only mentioned the name unilaterally.

"Ouch," the hand was accidentally stabbed in a small hole by the stem of the rose, and fresh and thick blood rushed out, dripping on the delicate petals, adding a bit of coquettishness.

He wanted to wipe it off, and at most took two puffs with his mouth.

"Put it on." Hu Feiwei handed over a Band-Aid. "I used to do this often. If I got stabbed a lot, I would learn to be good, even if I accidentally got hurt." He shook the Band-Aid in his hand, "It's also ready road."

Jie Qingyang tore off the Band-Aid and stuck it to the wound.

"The old saying is true. Beautiful things have thorns. They are not so easy to conquer. You have to pay the price."

That's right, the same goes for beautiful women, everyone likes and wants to conquer, but who knows what she thinks in her heart?

He pressed tightly on the wound, oblivious to the pain.

"Brother Hu, your first love must be beautiful."

Hu Fei smiled happily for this time, "That is, in my eyes, she is the prettiest."

"Then, if she comes to you and says she still likes you, what will you do?" He stared at the other party's slightly hurried mouth with burning eyes.

Hu Feiwei had never thought about this question, and it stumped him for a while.

Jie Qingyang got the answer from his face, "We will be together, right? You waited here for so long for this, even if you didn't think about it, but you did it."

Hu Feiwei, who was seen through his mind with a single glance, showed bitterness. He couldn't see through the little boy in front of him, and his words hit the nail on the head, piercing his heart.

Jie Qingyang laughed: "So the most pitiful man should be the man who married her, who married a woman who didn't like him. This woman abandoned love because of her future and future, and now she abandons love again because of fame and fortune. You have already Have you met, she said she loves you, but she has no choice but to marry someone else."

Hu Feiwei's expression was extremely ugly, and he could not hold back his anger.Before that, Jie Qingyang left early.

Immediately, this place felt disgusting.

A sordid place to whitewash bubbly love.

First love or something, fuck it!

If you never forget, there must be ghosts.

What kind of bullshit and infatuated character design is just a licking dog, a dog for a poor and miserable woman.

He himself was the same, and stupid as well.

As soon as he came back, he locked himself in the room, Zhou Aoqing was not at home, Jie Qingyang stuffed himself in the quilt, and kept replaying the bits and pieces that he didn't care about before in his mind, as if sinking into the sea, gradually unable to breathe, unable to see the light, reaching There is no shore.

Yan Jiajia never liked pink roses, she didn't like anything she gave her, and even the shallow feelings for herself were all pretended.

It's not that his wine quality is not good, it's that the other party is clever, waiting for his stupid fish to take the bait, this stupid fish not only takes the bait on its own initiative, but also bites the hook to death, and no one else can get rid of it even if they want to.

He dragged him ashore along with his parents who wanted to save him.

Stupid to the extreme.

Untimely, the phone rang, and he was in such a terrible mood that he didn't have the heart to answer it, but the ringing sound kept wafting in the small room, making it even more annoying.

He touched it with his eyes closed, and answered without looking.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"...Are you in a bad mood?" It was He Zhixiu, why did He Zhixiu call him.

Jie Qingyang lifted the quilt and took a deep breath of fresh air, "No, I just held my breath, is there something wrong?"

"Why are you holding back your breath during the day, can't you think about it?" He Zhixiu was quite puzzled by Jie Qingyang's behavior, but what this person did and said often did not follow ordinary people's thinking.

Jie Qingyang was quiet and changed from his usual bluffing, "That's right, I can't think about it, I can't think about it, Mr. He, please help me, do you think I can still be saved?"

"what happened to you?"

Jie Qingyang sniffed, "I was cheated of money and feelings. It was a terrible scam!"

"..."

He Zhixiu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, tried not to laugh, and kept a professional listener, "Tell me specifically."

Jie Qingyang mourned, "I don't know what to say, Mr. He, have you ever had a first love, have you ever liked someone very much, have you ever been cheated by a woman, have you ever loved a woman who doesn't love you, woman Without a good thing, I don’t believe in love anymore, it’s all a lie, sincerity can’t be exchanged for sincerity.”

"I never give women a chance to lie to me."

It was so awesome, Jie Qingyang exclaimed: "How did you do it?"

"Do you read too many novels? Teenagers should read less unrealistic things." He Zhixiu patiently persuaded, "Those are all deceiving children. You are old and a boy, why do you still believe that? Jie Qingyang couldn't explain it, he was only 16 years old, he replied sullenly: "I see."

"If you can't change your sincerity, then change someone else." A bright and low voice came from He Zhixiu's side.