"I said you don't even know..."
Xie Dingyuan frowned.
Zhong Ziang was afraid that he would lose his temper, so he simply took the lead: "I know you listen to my mother, watch me closely, and don't let me fall in love, but you can't lie to me like this!"
"Trick you?"
"That's right! Here, you came up with a bad idea, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, I actually believed it? What the hell..."
Xie Dingyuan said in a deep voice: "First, you only asked me where I can buy as many roses as possible with the least amount of money. I replied that there are dried roses in the supermarket, isn't it?"
The ones scattered all over the ground in front of me are indeed roses.
"Second, you didn't tell me the purpose. How do I know if you bought it as a gift or to make tea?"
"Finally, even if you use these to express your love, I don't think it's rude. Compared with flashy fresh flowers, these dried flowers have far more practical value. If the other party doesn't accept it, then there are only two possibilities..."
Zhong Ziang was stunned for a moment: "What, two kinds?"
"Either I don't like flowers, or I don't like you."
"..."
Xie Dingyuan looked him up and down: "Which one do you think it is?"
The young master looked blank, what kind
Flowers, or people
"have no idea… "
Xie Dingyuan pondered for a moment: "You sent her flowers, how did she respond?"
Zhong Ziang's face turned blue: "...she scolded me."
"What are you scolding?"
"...Silly X."
Xie Dingyuan: "Cough!"
"I know you want to laugh." He gritted his teeth, "Stop pretending!"
"Cough..." The man looked certain, and patted his little nephew's shoulder in relief, "It seems to be the second type, you..." He paused for a moment, "Think about it."
After finishing speaking, he turned and went upstairs, suddenly slowing down his pace: "Mama Liu is not here, remember to clean the living room."
Zhong Ziang: "?" Old uncle, please be yourself!
…
Although Jiang Fuyue has always been cold, Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang obviously did not give up so easily.
On the contrary, the colder she is, the more energetic the two are.
It doesn't matter if the snacks are returned, they will be stuffed the next day.
It doesn't matter if you are called stupid for sending dried flowers, then send fresh flowers.
Every morning, as soon as Jiang Fuyue arrives in the classroom, she can take out a bunch of flowers from the hole in the table and add some snacks, from perfumed lilies to daisies, beef cubes to small twists, without repeating them every day.
Jiang Fuyue ignored all of this.
Put the flowers on the windowsill, pleasing to the whole class.
The snacks were shared by Wan Xiutong and Liu Bowen, and Lin Qiao was added later. She didn't eat much, but she was greedy and wanted to try a little bit of everything.
Thanks to the great charm of snacks, Jiang Fuyue's relationship with the same table and the front table is unprecedentedly harmonious.
"Yi Ci is handsome, Zhong Ziang is handsome, he is about the same height, and he can play basketball..." Wan Xiutong held his chin and compared them for a long time with a smile, "Jiang Jiang, who do you think is better?"
Jiang Fuyue: "It's all average."
Compared with the men around her in her previous life, Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang were not enough.
Wan Xiutong: "?" Sorry to bother you.
In the afternoon, Jiang Fuyue went to the Mathematics Olympiad class.
After finishing the three sets of test papers easily, Xu Jing waved his hand in satisfaction, allowing her to leave school early.
"Student Jiang, I'll see you off." At the corner, Yi Ci leaned on the wall with one hand, smiling happily.
Jiang Fuyue bypassed: "Don't bother."
"Hey—" He chased up and followed behind, "Don't be so stranger, if you can't be boyfriend and girlfriend, you can be friends first, don't you think?"
Jiang Fuyue stopped and looked back: "First of all, we don't know each other well."
"Secondly, I don't want to be your friend."
"In the end, no matter what tricks you and Zhong Ziang are playing, it's best not to mess with me, otherwise—"
The girl's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and they suddenly appeared cold.
Yi Ci was heartbroken, and in the end he could only stand where he was and watch her go away, not daring to follow her anymore.
Unexpectedly, one of them was thrown away, and there was another one waiting at the school gate.
Zhong Ziang stood in front of him with his hands in his pockets, laughing out loud.
Jiang Fuyue also hooked her lips, but her eyes were completely cold.
"Hi, classmate Jiang, we meet again. Do you like today's eustoma?"
"Teacher Yu likes it very much."
Zhong Ziang clutched his chest, "If you ruthlessly pass on the gift from me, it will hurt here."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "How much pain?"
"very painful."
"Then why are you still alive?"
Zhong Ziang's complexion changed: "Can you understand the words? Don't be so fucking shameless!"
This opening showed the dandyism of the son of the imperial capital.
If it wasn't for that bet, he wouldn't have wasted his time on a woman who didn't know what to do.
Jiang Fuyue is indeed beautiful, Zhong Ziang has to admit this. Slender waist and long legs, white skin and red lips, but she has a bad temper!
It's not just a little bit stinky, but extremely stinky.
Does Mr. Zhong want any beautiful women, so rare to fight her to the death here
cut-
In Xie Yunzao's words, even if her son is spoiled by a woman, he will be cleaned up by a woman one day.
Don't use "someday," do it now.
Jiang Fuyue: "I don't know if you gave me face, but today I am not going to give you face..."
As soon as the words fell, she leaned forward, and a sly smile appeared on her lips.
Before Zhong Ziang could react, his shoulders were locked, and an irresistible force pushed him back hard.
boom-
His back hit the facade wall, making a heavy muffled sound.
Zhong Ziang's expression was contorted, and he was sweating profusely: "You..."
As soon as he opened his mouth to say a word, Jiang Fuyue grabbed his throat the next second.
He instinctively began to struggle, his cheeks turned liver-colored, and his breathing gradually became difficult, and soon there was only the sound of huh huh, like panting, or asking for help, where was the arrogance and arrogance before
"Since the punch didn't give you a long memory last time, it must impress you this time."
Zhong Ziang's face was filled with anger, but there was an imperceptible trace of fear in his eyes.
She won't come really
Jiang Fuyue seemed to see through his thoughts, and smiled: "Before you decided to chase me, you should have investigated my personal information, right? From height, weight, measurements, to blood type, constellation and personality, huh?"
Zhong Ziang's eyes flashed.
"Then you should know that I don't talk much, and I don't have the habit of joking."
In other words, I'm here for the truth!
"Cough, cough, cough..." Sensing the danger, Zhong Ziang began to resist vigorously.
But the girl's hand was like a pair of rusty iron clamps firmly clamping the throat, no matter how he pulled and pulled it, she remained motionless.
Just when he was about to fall into despair, his eyes froze, and he fixedly looked behind Jiang Fuyue.
The accident was discovered at this moment, and by the time Jiang Fuyue realized that there was someone behind her, and it was very likely that she would help Zhong Ziang, it was already too late.
The opponent's force was tyrannical, and the hand clasping her right shoulder kept tightening, as if to crush the bones together, with absolute strength and domineering.
In an instant, severe pain struck, and Jiang Fuyue's face turned pale.
Before she managed to break free, her feet left the ground suddenly, and then she was pulled up by the opponent like a carrot, and then slammed out...