Shen Yushu and Huo Qingzhi met in university. They shared the same goals and formed a band together, and their relationship became closer.

But it is only the intimacy of close friends in the boudoir.

But don't know when, Huo Qingzhi seems to have changed, obviously the chatting is still the original atmosphere, but the distance has been stretched even further.

After thinking about it, can also perceive the reason for Huo Qingzhi's change.

When she was twenty, her parents died suddenly in a car accident. She was supposed to be a carefree girl studying music, but her eyes were full of indelible sadness.

She changed her major and worked hard to learn something she wasn't interested in, just to be independent as soon as possible, and to take over from her uncle the unrealized ideal left to her by her parents.

After taking over the company, she was unsatisfactory, and she was secretly tripped up from time to time, but she couldn't help her in any way. It was all out of distress and sympathy for her friends, but at this moment, she was distorted into "like"

Shen Yushu twitched the corners of his mouth in a rare way, covered his forehead with his slender fingers, and said in a helpless tone, "How did you know that I like Qingzhi?"

"I guessed it." Song Yuran crazily put money on the boss's face, "Our Boss Huo is so fierce, who wouldn't like her?"

"Oh." Shen Yushu raised her eyebrows and said meaningfully, "It means that you like her too."

"Nonono, I am aha, and she is also aha." She stretched out an index finger and swayed from side to side, "Our gender is not suitable."

Song Yuran is not only talking about gender in the abo world, but also gender relations in modern society.

She didn't notice the sad look in Shen Yushu's eyes when she heard the last sentence.

Shen Yushu smiled, deliberately avoiding the topic, "Well, Qingzhi and I are just friends, not what you think."

I wanted to talk about the hardships of my friend these years, but I thought it belonged, so I stopped, and just said, "Qing Zhi is used to fighting alone in the company, I hope you can become someone who supports her no matter what."

The people in the company's design department have been offended by Song Yuran, and now they have no other choice but to hug Huo Qingzhi's thigh, but on the surface they have to show affection.

"Sister Yushu, let's make a deal." Song Yuran stretched out her little finger, "The kind who are good friends with Mr. Huo and can't be separated."

"Deal." Shen Yushu also stretched out her little finger and hooked hers.

After the serious topic was revealed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and friends were added along the way.

Song Yuran was thinking about Shen Yushu's relationship line in the original book, and there was no c, so she guessed that she had a crush on Huo Qingzhi.

But now it seems that she guessed wrong.

The essence of human beings is gossip, so she asked curiously, "Sister Yushu, do you have a date?"

"No." Shen Yushu raised her eyelids, put her chin on the back of her hand and said with a smile, "Why, do you want to be my sister's object?"

Song Yuran hurriedly waved her hands, Shen Yushu is very beautiful, and she is also a good oga.

However, in Song Yuran's eyes, she is a woman! Even if she holds high the banner of her sister in modern society, but she can actually fall in love "freely", it is still difficult for her to imagine herself falling in love with a woman.

"I, I'm asexual." She said in a little embarrassment.

Shen Yushu smiled, "In this world, no one is really asexual, it's just that they haven't met anyone they like yet."

"Sister Yushu, do you have someone you like?"

The air became quiet, and Shen Yushu's eyes gradually emptied, as if thinking of something, she murmured, "Maybe there is."

"It was a long time ago."

The way she frowned and smiled was really distressing.

"Then why aren't we together?"

Shen Yushu regained consciousness, swept away the gloom, restored a clear smile, and said, "Like someone doesn't have to be together, regret is also a kind of beauty."

"I don't know if it's beautiful or not, but I'm sure it's cowardly."

""

After having dinner with Shen Yushu, they each went home.

Song Yuran was still thinking about the mint potted plant that he ordered, so he got up early on Sunday morning, thinking that since he was going to go out, he might as well go out and buy something to cook at home.

The flower shop is located on the side of the road, and there is a farmer's market a few hundred meters ahead.

The market is very hidden in the bustling area where people come and go, if Song Yuran hadn't wandered around once, he wouldn't have found it.

"Little girl, what fish do you want to eat?"

As soon as she walked to a fish stall, she was hesitating whether to buy a fish, when the boss greeted her.

Looking at all kinds of fish wagging their tails in the tank, Song Yuran was in trouble for a while, and suddenly wanted to eat cold crucian carp, but she had to cook other dishes, and she couldn't finish a whole fish by herself.

After thinking about it, she couldn't hold back her greed, so she picked the smallest one, which weighed almost a catty.

I bought some other ingredients and prepared to make a bento to take to the company tomorrow.

After buying the vegetables, the boss happened to call and asked her to go to the store to pick up the goods.

"Wow, so fast." The boss was a little surprised, "I've only been on the phone for less than five minutes."

Song Yuran raised the bag in his hand, "Buy some food along the way."

There were quite a few potted mint plants, and the boss asked her to choose one by herself. Song Yuran looked at it for a while, and picked a pot with relatively large leaves.

I just bought limes and lemons, which are perfect for making mojitos.

After buying the mint that he was longing for, Song Yuran came out of the store with a few bags of things.

You can feel the weight in your hands, and the midday sun is baking the concrete floor, making it sultry and uncomfortable.

It took her half a second to decide to take a taxi home, and she was looking down at the screen of her phone when the crisp sound of wind chimes came from behind her.

Song Yuran reflexively turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Next door to the flower shop is a musical instrument shop, and the sound comes from the wind chime hanging on the door of the shop. The customer turned his back to her and talked to the boss who came out to see her off.

This figure was inexplicably familiar.

The second after this thought came into being, the man turned around.

Song Yuran was stunned.

From a distance of several meters, she blankly called out, "Mr. Huo."

The other party was also stunned, with surprise in his eyes.

Huo Qingzhi walked up to her a few steps forward, and looked down at the things she was carrying.

He asked, "Come out for shopping" as if greeting

"No." Song Yuran replied truthfully, "Come out to buy something to cook." He raised his chin in the direction of the flower shop, "By the way, I bought a pot of mint, and now I plan to go back."

"Oh." Huo Qingzhi nodded, stared at her big bag and small bag, thought for a while, and said, "It's just on the way, do you want to give you a ride?"

When Song Yuran heard it, it was a coincidence that he could save another fare

She happily got into Huo Qingzhi's car, and suddenly remembered something on the way.

Before the sudden susceptibility period, forgot to bring the clothes borrowed from Huo Qing's House every time, so that the clothes had been washed and dried, and they were still at home.

Thinking of this, everyone came here, so he simply asked her to take the clothes away.

The car stopped at the door of the unit building, and there was a sound of pulling the handbrake in the car, but Song Yuran didn't respond.

She was thinking about how to calmly and naturally tell Huo Qingzhi to let her go home with her to get clothes.

What a ghost, Mingming and Shen Yushu were able to send invitations to watch movies very naturally, and even had dinner together, but now they are a little bit ashamed to speak to Huo Qingzhi.

It seems that the protagonist's halo is too heavy.

Xu was silent for too long, Huo Qingzhi reminded, "Your home is here."

"Oh, I know." Song Yu returned to his senses, but only slightly adjusted his sitting posture, staring at the windshield in front of him.

Seeing this, Huo Qingzhi then asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"It's not a "thing"" Song Yuran tried his best to put it tactfully, "I washed and dried the clothes I borrowed last time, and I kept forgetting to bring them to the company to return to you. Now that I'm here, I'm here."

Just go upstairs with me and get it.

The words stopped when she was on the verge of speaking, it seemed a bit offside to ask the boss to run with her, but the weather is so hot, she doesn't want to run up and down, if she waits for work, she is afraid of forgetting.

The considerate Mr. Huo helped her fill in the words "You are inviting me to your house as a guest"

"" Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Yes."

Forget it, just be a guest.Anyway, got a ride, so have to ask someone to drink a glass of water.

Before going home, Song Yuran couldn't help but feel thankful that she just cleaned up the bathroom two days ago, or if she invited the boss home as a guest for the first time and saw the mess, then her image of an urban beauty in Mr. Huo's heart would be shatteredup.

Although this image is her self-fantasy.

Song Yuran lives in a one-bedroom apartment with its own bathroom. When you open the door, you can directly see the glass balcony door facing the front door. With the curtains not drawn, you can see a few pots of green plants on the balcony platform at a glance.

From the entrance to the living room a few steps away, Huo Qingzhi had a panoramic view of the whole house, and commented lightly, "Your house is very clean."

"No more." Song Yuran had to pretend to be modest on the surface, while sweeping the empty biscuit bags from the cabinet into the trash can.

After all, Huo Qingzhi was the first person in this world to visit her home. Song Yuran took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and put it in front of Huo Qingzhi.

The other party was probably really thirsty. He picked up the mineral water and drank a couple of sips. At the same time, he looked into the white plastic bag on the ground. It was not difficult to see that there was a potted plant in the bag, combined with some protruding branches and leaves.

She said, "I got mint."

"Yeah." Song Yuran nodded, thinking of the drink he was going to make, so he said, "Boss Huo, do you want to try the drink I made?"

"If it doesn't bother you."

Song Yuran lifted the potted mint plant to the table, and carefully selected the appropriate leaves. Huo Qingzhi had nothing to do, so he just watched from the sidelines.

Pick off an appropriate amount of mint leaves and put it in the palm of your hand, pat it with your hands to stimulate more fragrance, and then put it on the tip of the pen to sniff.

After smelling the clear mint smell, a contented smile appeared on his face, and Huo Qingzhi, who was on the side, thought it was funny seeing this.

"Just a few mint leaves."

"This is my spiritual food." Song Yuran sighed.

Some people release their stress by smoking, others by drinking, but Song Yuran, how many nights of overtime work, only rely on mints to hang his breath.

Although it is just a humble candy, to Song Yuran, it is no different than a smoker's pursuit of nicotine.

The refreshing taste was mixed with a hint of sweetness, Song Yuran sniffed it vigorously, trying to find out where the sweetness of the mint came from.

But she found nothing, she turned her head and said to Huo Qingzhi, "Hey, it tastes a little sweet, is this some new type of mint?"

Huo Qingzhi also smelled it, but finally just shook his head, saying that he didn't smell it.

Once the raw materials are collected, the drink can be officially made. Since Huo Qingzhi will be driving soon, she changed the Mojito to a non-alcoholic version.

First mash the mint leaves and green lemon vigorously to let the two blend to release the fragrance better, then add the right amount of ice cubes and syrup, then fill it with sparkling water, and finally decorate with sliced yellow lemon and mint leaves.

Such a summer drink is ready.

"What's this?" Huo Qingzhi took a sip, his expression couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.

I didn't see Mojito on the bar menu cocktails went to before, and combined with Huo Qingzhi's doubts, thought that there might be no such cocktails in the world.

Then he explained, "The name is Mojito, and it's a type of cocktail. Usually, rum is added. Considering that I can't drink and drive, I made a non-alcoholic version."

Huo Qingzhi nodded, didn't speak any more, and drank one mouthful after another.

It seems that Mr. Huo is very satisfied with the drink he made.

Mr. Song's little tail was about to curl up again.

Thinking of the relevant information that she saw by the way when searching for tutorials before, she said it together.

"Some people say that mojito symbolizes first love and romantic love, which is an implicit expression of love. So if someone invites you to drink mojito, it means that you are very important to him."

Huo Qingzhi ""

The atmosphere fell into a mysterious silence.

The author has something to say Mr. Huo's Love Diary Today, the spring is beautiful, Song Yuran invited me to drink mojito, and hinted at me again.

Song Yuran, listen to my explanation, I didn't

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade forgot 1;

Thanks to the little angels An Ye, Xiao Bing, and Yu who threw mines;

142 bottles of little angel notoginseng thanks to irrigation nutrient solution; 116 bottles of super dump truck;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard