QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (End)

At the end of the meeting, Zhou Jinyuan returned to the office.

I just checked Weibo at random, and suddenly found that his Weibo account, which has basically no fans, has surged many people.

Girls of all kinds, occasionally there are some boys.

On his recent Weibo, there were countless comments.

They were all talking about sweetness, and also mentioned Song Tingyu's name, wishing the two people will always be together.

Song Tingyu was seen by the crane truck of Hot Search.

I paused with my finger, and then I listened to my inner voice and clicked on that Weibo.

#我又I believe in love#

I never thought that my family was such a big person. Originally, I only liked her Tanmei cartoons and people who liked her, but now even his partner is in love with him.

Secret love is the most beautiful story.

The picture is a small picture, not much, but the content is very rich.

The small characters are sleek and cute, with a few short sentences that hit people's hearts.

Just the first sentence "Zhou Jinyuan, I have a crush on you for a long time."

He stared blankly at this sentence and didn't respond to it for a long time.

Song Tingyu likes him? Have a crush on him for a long time?

Zhou Jinyuan stood in front of the office window, looking down. I put my fingers in front of the glass, and my mood is complicated.

In the morning, it was rare that no work was done successfully, and Song Tingyu was full of thoughts.

"Editor-in-chief, would you like something to eat?" Outside the door, the deputy editor was asking, but he didn't hear the answer, so he came over curiously.

Zhou Jinyuan turned around, "No, you can go and eat."

The deputy editor saw that his editor-in-chief looked like he was out of luck, and he was a little strange: "Editor-in-chief, what's the matter with you?"

She remembered the hot search that she had just seen on her mobile phone, as if she understood Zhou Jinyuan's feelings.

"Editor-in-chief, I wish you happiness." The intimate behavior of the two people at the banquet last night was enough to make people understand their sweetness.

They ate a lot of dog food last night, and they were very happy. This mood is simply incomprehensible.

Zhou Jinyuan gave a hum.

Picking up the jacket, in the middle of noon, drove home.

Song Tingyu didn't know that a small move she had made had opened Zhou Jinyuan's heart, lying on the bed, she was painting quietly.

When painting, she is the quietest.

There is no flamboyant beauty, no temptation, calm and warm, a huge drawing board on the thin and petite body, and a corner of the white and tender little feet appearing from the wide skirt.

It's like a pure white paper, not contaminated with worldly filth, and people are as indifferent as a chrysanthemum.

Zhou Jinyuan returned home lightly and found her in the study.

The thin white fingers are constantly flying with the paintbrush, like the best picture in the world.

Hearing the noise, Song Tingyu raised her head and smiled: "Why are you back?"

"Do you miss me?" At this moment, she was like a little fairy again.

Sometimes like a child, sometimes like a fox, switching back and forth between charm and obedientness, he can hardly tell how many faces this woman has.

Zhou Jinyuan's lips stretched straight into a straight line, cold and distant, "I miss you."

Song Tingyu instinctively raised her eyebrows, put the painting down, walked to him, and then hooked his neck habitually: "Unhappy? Tell me, I'm sure I can comfort you."

"Do you have a crush on me?" He looked straight at Song Tingyu, and said softly.

Song Tingyu understood that the movement on her hand was awkward and she didn't know what to do, and she pursed her lips, preparing to withdraw her hand.

Zhou Jinyuan did not let go, embraced her, and forced her to look at him.

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Song Tingyu stopped struggling, nodded uncomfortably, and said, "You know?"

"Your cartoon," he said.

A trace of embarrassment flashed through Song Tingyu's eyes, as if annoyed.

"When did it start?"

Song Tingyu's eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, her voice erratic and soft, almost inaudible: "A long time ago."

"We met at the beginning, you have always designed it?" He threw a sharp topic.

Song Tingyu was silent, her fingers clenched, her face pale: "It's not a design, it's a temptation."

"It's just a gamble. If I win, I can have you. If I lose, then I have to convince myself."

Zhou Jinyuan: "Why don't you just say it?"

Song Tingyu's body was straight, stubborn and arrogant: "Just say it, what's the difference from those girls who like you."

"I just want to be a different, a woman unique to you."

She raised her head, her dark and bright black eyes blinked nervously, her fingertips chilled, and her heart beat violently with no confidence.

"Am I successful?"

Zhou Jinyuan stared at her for a long time, until Song Tingyu's body was so stiff that he couldn't control it and lost all strength.

She gently pushed him away: "I'm sorry, but I caused the burden on you."

She lowered her head, making it difficult to see her expression: "I'm leaving."

Even if she likes him, she doesn't want him to watch her jokes.

His eyes reddened in despair, but stubbornly refused to cry.

Song Tingyu turned around, knelt down and picked up the drawing board, and walked past Zhou Jinyuan.

Passing by, she sighed in her heart, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more bitter.

"You succeeded." Zhou Jinyuan grabbed her hand, "Where are you going?"