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Chapter 137: Close, jealous, sour

Chapter 137: Closeness, Jealousy, and Bitterness

Finally, Fu Rongyang personally arranged rooms for Liu Qingzhi and the other two, completely taking over the tasks that were originally supposed to be done by his subordinates.

Although Fu Rongyang has a rather paranoid personality, as long as it does not involve research, when he is not sick, he usually looks like a gentle and polite gentleman.

He is considerate, thoughtful and quite easy to talk to.

Even someone who hated Fu Rongyang as much as Zhao Jiayan could not find any fault with him in this regard.

The rooms for Liu Qingzhi and the other two were arranged in a three-story villa behind the Bird's Nest.

The villa is not very big, but it is exquisite.

Only the first and second floors are habitable, and the third floor is an open-air garden.

When Liu Qingzhi first went up to the third floor, he thought that this so-called open-air garden was decorated entirely with fake flowers and grass. What surprised him was that some of these flowers and plants were actually real.

This was extremely common before the apocalypse.

But two years after the end of the world when resources were exhausted and all the flowers, plants and trees withered, it became very rare.

According to the memories that Liu Qingzhi read from Sher, the West City base has just successfully developed soil that allows seeds to grow, and this is with the assistance of plant-based mutants. However, even so, the final result is that only one out of a hundred plants survives and germinates.

But Fu Rongyang is here.

Liu Qingzhi estimated that the survival rate of these flowers and plants was at least over 50%.

This is already quite impressive data.

Liu Qingzhi walked forward a few steps and squatted down in front of several potted geraniums.

This geranium should be a variety of the Waterfall series, the baby's breath. The petals are large and bright red, and the center of the green leaves has very light-colored markings.

Liu Qingzhi moved closer and smelled the fragrance emanating from the pistil.

Objectively speaking, the fragrance is not particularly strong, but very light, and you have to look very carefully to smell it. The overall size of geranium is also smaller than that of regular baby's breath, but being able to actually grow this kind of flower is already a major breakthrough.

Liu Qingzhi stretched out his hand and used his water-related ability. The next second, a clear and transparent stream of water condensed at his fingertips.

Liu Qingzhi moved his wrist slightly, and the water flowed like a continuous drizzle, sprinkling on the bright red petals, making the flowers, which originally looked a little shriveled, regain moisture and become more ornamental.

Liu Qingzhi is not a person who likes flowers, nor does he like to fiddle with flowers and plants, but in this apocalyptic world, being able to see this kind of plant that represents greenery and vitality will make his mood happier because of such flowers.

He stared at the geranium that had absorbed moisture for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand and gently touched the petals.

Liu Qingzhi's skin was very white to begin with, and under the bright light, it was even so white that it seemed to glow, and the fine hairs on his delicate face could be faintly seen. At this moment, his delicate and round uniform fell on the petals of the geranium, and the white fingers and red petals formed an extremely sharp contrast, like a red plum peeking out from the snow, and at first glance, the visual impact was very strong.