"Would you like to visit my new home?" Waiting for a group of people to get on the bus and sit down, Zhuo ran asked gently. He always respected her ideas.

"Good."

After getting a positive reply, zhuoran turned his eyes, and his genial smile disappeared in an instant. Instead, he was cold.

Today's indulgence does not mean tomorrow's indulgence.

He lost it, and one day he will double it.

The car is driving slowly on the road, but the road is becoming more and more clear. Fu Xiaoqian's mood was also suspended. She wanted to hold her hand tightly, but she didn't know when zhuoran had put it into her palm.

"Nervous? Or are you looking forward to it? " Zhuo ran spread out her palm and took out a handkerchief from her body to wipe the sweat of her palm.

"No, it's the head." She pulled a bit far fetched corners of the mouth, appears to be a little weak. The first time to update

Zhuo ran found that her face was a little red, and he put a big palm on her forehead, "what's the matter? It was fine just now. Why is it so hot all of a sudden? "

"Maybe I fell asleep last night without a quilt and caught a cold. When you suddenly relax, your immunity will not be able to resist the invasion of the virus. "

"Secretary Jin, stop at the front point and go down to buy some medicine." Zhuo ran pressed Fu Xiaoqian's cheek with his cold palm, trying to cool her down.

"Yes, Mr. Zhuo." Secretary Kim just politely turned his head and looked ahead again.

"Zhuo ran, your hands are so cold. It's so comfortable." Fu Xiaoqian murmured, thinking, it's really different from someone's. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

Even how to enter the room, how to lie in bed, who helped change the pajamas, she had no impression.

Misty, a low voice came, she struggled to open her eyes, zhuoran that face filled with worry, close at hand, "Qianqian, come on, take some medicine, it will be better soon."

He twisted two pieces of medicine, gently pressed into her slightly opened lip, cup on the corner of the lip, the warm liquid slowly into the mouth.

After drinking, she soon fell into a deep sleep again.

In the hazy consciousness, she was in a thick fog, empty and depressed. Through the thick fog, two tall figures came to her. They looked very similar. But it is totally different temperament, one is gentle and elegant, and the other is evil and overbearing. She held out her hand, trying to get out of the fog and see more clearly. But just when she wanted to reach out, a demon jumped out of nowhere and bit her hand, then bit by bit moved up and swallowed her inch by inch. She wanted to call for help, but she found that the two people were getting farther and farther away from her, and knew that there were only two black spots left.

"Ah ~ ~" Fu Xiaoqian jumped up from the bed and tried to catch something in the air.

"Qianqian, Qianqian, what's the matter with you?" Zhuo ran stretched out his hand, holding the arms waving in the air, "come on, open your eyes. Don't be afraid. You're just having a nightmare. Come on, look at me. I'm zhuoran. I'm by your side. "

Zhuo ran put his hand on Fu Xiaoqian's shoulders, pressed her gently into her chest, stroked her back, and whispered gently, so as to be docile. Through the thin cloth, the strong and powerful heartbeat sounded rhythmically in Fu Xiaoqian's ears.

Slowly, her disordered heartbeat returned to the normal rhythm.

She lifted her hands lightly and wiped her neck soaked in sweat with the back of her hand.

It was discovered that, I do not know when, the original clothes on the body disappeared, replaced by a cotton cartoon pajamas.

She raised her eyes suspiciously, trying to seek the answer from zhuoran's face.

"The servant changed it for you. I don't dare to do it without your permission. " Glancing at her, she gradually turned into a ruddy smile. Zhuoran laughed, so innocuous, so real, "are you more comfortable?"

"Well." She pulled shyness out of his arms.

The purple color in her eyes made her think that she was in Liao's house for a time, "you, do you remember?" She didn't know whether she was more surprised or more melancholy in her words at the moment.

"Silly girl, of course, everything about you is engraved in my heart." Zhuo ran took a pair of slippers and set them by her bed.

"Thank you." Fu Xiaoqian lifted the quilt and got out of bed. A warm current came to my heart. He was always so considerate.

They respect each other like guests, not as indulgent and casual as other lovers. Fu Xiaoqian always thinks that this is good, which can make the freshness of the relationship more lasting.

"Take a bath. I'll make you some porridge." Zhuo ran took out a suit of clothes from the cupboard and put it on the shelf of the bathroom.

"How did you prepare so much?" Looking at him like a juggler, from different places to find clothes, pants, shoes that can be used for her, she finally couldn't help asking.

"Of course, you are the future hostess here. I've got everything you need. It's all here. "

He said of course, Fu Xiaoqian heart like rolling fireball, Teng once burst red face, low head ran into the bathroom.The smile on Zhuo Ran's face converges, takes the door and goes downstairs.

Go to the stairs, cold eyes subconsciously toward the upstairs Piao go, the door or as he left, closed, eyes color heavy. He was very satisfied with the sound insulation effect at home.

The slender fingers are inserted into the trouser pocket. His hands are very white, and his skin is also very white, not Asian white. It's the kind of pure white, just like the white that has lived in the cold area for a long time without being illuminated by the sun. White even every pore, every tiny hair can be seen clearly.

Once Fu Xiaoqian jokingly asked, he said maybe he also had white blood.

After that, Fu Xiaoqian did not ask again.

Today, he is wearing a loose grey casual pants with a white T-shirt on his upper body. Fu Xiaoqian loves his sunny dress most. She looks like a big boy and feels very close to her life.

He remembered that every time he saw her, he would dress like this. He positioned this action in his heart. He said that it could make her more convinced of herself from the heart.

When you leave your pants pocket, you have a mobile phone in your hand. This is a customized mobile phone encrypted by high-end people, so the security factor is second to none in the world.

After the fingerprint was read, the screen lit up, and the white fingers pressed a few numbers on it and pasted them on the ear without too many greetings, "what's the situation over there?"

"I see. On my side, the time is not ripe."

"It will take a little longer."

"Well, I'll do it as soon as possible."

Then hang up the phone and walk to the kitchen.

After taking a bath, Fu Xiaoqian stood in front of the mirror, lifted her hands gently, and stroked the mirror on the washstand with her palm. With a flick, the mist dissipated. Her delicate face was reflected in the mirror, and her white skin was stained with cherry red.

The long eyelashes were still covered with thick water vapor. She thought of the pain in the morning and the tears of last night. Then she thought of the two words left by Liao Zhenbo after he turned around.

These two vulgar words from the mouth of a person like him, it's too incongruous. He is so elegant and precious, shaking a movement and throwing a look at him casually, all with the temperament of full palace nobles. He is the overlord of business, and his small decision may affect the livelihood of thousands of families. He stands high at the top of the food chain. He is a model for everyone to learn and follow. How can he spit such words out of his mouth?

Did she hear it wrong? But those two words are so vividly engraved in my mind. She wanted to wave it, but found that it had already taken root.

She suddenly hated, that pair of like autumn water crystal clear black eyes, is a little bit sinking, a little bit cold.

At this time, the fog in the bathroom is slowly dispersing, revealing her upper body.

It looks like a young girl curling out of a fairyland with her skin as bright and transparent as condensed fat and a pink and purple sleeveless dress.

This skirt is so fit and comfortable. One more point, big. One point less, narrow.

After leaving for more than two years, Zhuo ran knows himself like the back of his hand, clearly his preferences, his size and his needs.

She is a person with low demands on life. In terms of food, as long as you can eat enough. In terms of clothing, as long as it's comfortable. In terms of friends, as long as the heart is interlinked. In love, as long as he is concerned about himself.

She has all these aspects. So, at the moment, she should be the happiest person in the world.

She told herself so.

Step out of the bathroom and look around.

Just now I was in a hurry. I didn't take a good look at the room Zhuo ran prepared for her.

The room is big, bigger than the one in my home. The purple veil floats down from the roof, the purple bedspread and quilt cover, and the dressing table matching the bed. There is a lattice cabinet beside, on which there are transparent glass bottles. In each glass bottle, there are many purple flowers that can be called or can not be called. Every flower is just like a flower in full bloom. She knew that these must have been dealt with specially.

She held a small bottle in her hand, which was crystal clear and corked. There was a colored note with a row of numbers on the top of the plug, which looked like the date of the year. Is it

Think of here, the bottom of my heart a stream of heat up the forehead, the heartbeat seems to be a bit disordered rhythm.

Then, in this way, she looked from the first bottle to the last.

Only in this way can I be sure of the thought in my heart.

It's true. Since he knew that he liked purple, he began to collect all kinds of flowers related to purple.

Why, he never mentioned it to himself?

Tears became her only way to express her feelings at the moment. Reaching for a drop, crystal clear, it gathered the world's most pure and beautiful feelings, scouring the dark corner of her heart, she wants to treasure it.When she put down the small glass bottle, she was attracted by the large balcony beside her. There were sofas, round tables, magazines and many plants.

Push open the window on the balcony, below is the green grass.

Why not plant purple flowers? That would be more perfect.

She was startled by the sudden thought. Did she become greedy? Or has begun to nostalgia that cool.

No, it's not.

A knock at the door pulled her out of such fear.

"Come in."

She ran quickly to the door as if there were some wild animals chasing her.

A 40 year old woman was standing at the door with a quilt cover in her arms.

"Miss Fu, sir, let me change the new sheets for you."

"Well, you can change it. I'll go downstairs and have a look. "

When Fu Xiaoqian went downstairs, she saw zhuoran still working in the kitchen. Her casual trousers and simple white T-shirt were very eye-catching.