Gu Mingzhen drove into the community.

Seeing closer and closer to her home, the smile on his face is getting lighter and lighter.

He couldn't be so happy, he was not at all stable in what he looked like.

Gu Mingzhen thought so, and when he turned the steering wheel, she was about to get downstairs.

At this moment, a dazzling red burst into his vision.

The car stopped abruptly.

After a while, Gu Mingzhen opened the car door and walked down.

That handful of roses was too big to fit in the trash can, and half of it was outside.

Gu Ming walked over and took the rose out.

He picked this bunch of roses personally, and every rose bloomed just right.

In the very center of the rose, there is also a small card.

The card was still firmly placed between the roses, what it was when Gu Ming gave it to it, and what it is now.

The person who received the bouquet of roses didn't even read the card.

The cold wind is piercing.

Gu Mingzhen leaned against the car with the rose in his arms. After a while, he took out the card in the middle of the rose, rubbed it, rubbed it, and threw it away. The rose was easily thrown back into the trash can.

The car drove away.

The next day, Gu Mingzhen came to pick her up.

Ye Chuijin shuddered suddenly when he saw him, rubbing his arms.

But she secretly looked at his expression and couldn't see anything.

The car took the two of them all the way, and Gu Mingzhen took her to a high-end western restaurant where almost all the waiters were blonde foreigners.

Ye Chuijin doesn't like Western food very much, but Gu Mingzhen is here, and she doesn't say much.

"What do you want to eat?" Gu Mingzhen asked her after taking the menu.

Ye Chuijin flipped through it, but didn't see what he wanted to eat, so he just said, "Whatever."

Gu Mingzhen called the waiter and ordered a few things.

Soon the dishes came up, and Gu Mingzhen ordered a steak for herself and a salad and soup for her.

As the two ate, Gu Mingzhen said, "Do you still like the rose yesterday?"

Ye Chuijin hesitated: "Mr. Gu... don't send me flowers in the future."

Gu Mingzhen raised his eyes to look at her: "Don't like it?"

"It's not... we are not friends, there is no need to send flowers, right?"

Gu Mingzhen picked up the napkin and pressed the corner of his mouth: "Don't like roses?"

"No, I just feel..."

"Still don't like me?"

Ye Chuijin looked up suddenly.

The man in front of him looked at her with a smile, but Ye Chuijin's smile was so familiar.

Gu Mingzhen crossed his hands and looked at her with his chin, his eyes a little sharp under the light.

"Ye Chuijin, is it fun to play with me?"

Ye Chuijin was taken aback, and when he was about to refute, he felt a little fuzzy in front of him.

She shook her head twice, but her mind became more and more groggy.

soup!

Before losing consciousness, Ye Chuijin couldn't help but sighed.

Gu Mingzhen, this dog stuff, can't fix the problem of robbery for ten thousand years...

Ye Chuijin was in a daze. In her dream, she dreamed of being placed in big characters for a while, then being placed as an M again.

Gu Mingzhen stared at her like a strict old craftsman.

His eyes were sharp, and when he looked at her, he seemed to be looking at a handicraft under his hand. If there was something wrong, he would pick up a hammer on the side to make it.

Ye Chuijin woke up in this strange dream.

She squinted her eyes and returned to her senses after a long while.

The surrounding environment is very familiar. It is the villa where she lived for seven years in her previous life.

------------