"What colleague?"

Song Yuran just took a sip of water, and when he heard this, he didn't spit it out, and he didn't swallow it, he puffed his cheeks slightly, and took a long time to swallow that sip of water.

"It's just..." She was afraid that Huo Qingzhi would misunderstand, so she decided to start from the beginning: "Isn't our company allocating apartments? The company is allocating, and it is inevitable that we will become neighbors with my colleagues. I got up in the morning and was about to go out when I suddenly saw herI was carried out by 120, so I went up and asked what was going on, because I thought I was a colleague after all, and if something happened to her, I could tell the company."

"When the person at 120 heard that I was her colleague, he dragged me into the car. Now that I think about it, he must have let me go because he was afraid that no one would pay the medical bills!"Song Yuran, who had a deposit of 100 yuan, remembered the expression of gnashing her teeth last night when her wallet was bleeding profusely.

She felt Huo Qingzhi's warning eyes, coughed lightly, and continued: "This colleague is from the department next door to me. I do operations. She is the director of the promotion department. Her name is Chen Qiu. She works in two departments.It’s quite close, so we usually have work exchanges, which can be regarded as acquaintances.”

Huo Qingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you start talking about what you ate yesterday."

It means that she talks too much nonsense.

Song Yuran scratched her head, and smiled innocently, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll misunderstand me after I've finished speaking in a few words."

"I won't misunderstand." Huo Qingzhi wrote lightly: "Isn't it the operations director you think has a cool personality?"

"? Ah?" She was a little confused, "Did I say she has a cool personality? No."

Her brain was spinning fast, and she confirmed that she didn't include the word 'cool' in what she said a minute ago.

"Before, when you went to Pintao.com for a meeting, the promotion director was the one who connected with you."

"Yes." Song Yu realized later, "I did say it, but...you remember it too clearly, right? I wouldn't even remember it if you didn't say it."

Somewhat overwhelmed, she put her face close and winked at Huo Qingzhi: "We, Mr. Huo, are not jealous~"

Huo Qingzhi pushed her face away and did not respond to her words.

But this evasive attitude made Song very useful. He drank more than half a glass of warm water, even if nothing was put in the water, he felt sweet.

Huo Qingzhi was still wearing pajamas, he glanced at her and went back to his room to change. It was not the first time for Song Yuran to come here, he was more familiar than his own.

After drinking the water, she wandered around the room and walked to the balcony. The pot of gardenias on the table had already bloomed, and the white petals were very beautiful.

She pulled the garden chair and sat down, picked up the gardenia and looked at it, obviously feeling the heavy weight.

After a little recollection, in addition to the buds blooming, the flower pots have also been changed.

The self-contained flowerpot bought by the florist before was very small, and the soil was also very loose. A large gardenia planted in a small pot seemed to be weak.

Now the new flower pot is several times bigger, and the soil is filled with white perlite. The thick weight and the big pot make the plant look smaller.

On the leaves of gardenia, you can still see the fine water mist that is about to dry, which feels moist to the touch. It is not difficult to see that it has been carefully maintained by the owner.

"Don't touch my flowers." The owner of the flower protection appeared.

Song Yuran still had a leaf between her fingers, she tilted her head to watch Huo Qingzhi walking towards her, the corners of her lips raised, and said in a relaxed tone, "I gave it to you anyway, it won't hurt if you touch it."

As she spoke, she stroked the white petals, "The flowers have bloomed a lot, and they were all buds a while ago."

The scent of gardenia is faint, and it is passed over slowly.

Huo Qingzhi sat down opposite her and also stared at the potted flower.

"Did you repot it?" Song Yuran smiled, "Hey~ I thought I would be raised to death by you, but I didn't expect it to look so good."

Mr. Huo raised his chin and said contemptuously, "It's just a potted flower."

This tone should be as disdainful as possible, as if growing a pot of flowers is as simple as drinking a glass of water.

Song Yuran got up suddenly, and leaned forward to get in front of Huo Qingzhi. The moment their eyes met, the atmosphere changed again.

She stretched her arms around behind Huo Qing, pulled out a booklet from the cushion, and took it out.

"Huh?" Song Yuran suppressed her smile and read the words on it: ""Ten Tips to Teach You to Grow Flowers Easily"?"

There were creases in the booklet, and the paper was slightly upturned. It was obvious that someone had looked at it, and looked at it more than once.

Mr. Huo took the booklet from her hand, put the cover face down on the table, and said without changing his face: "I bought a flowerpot as a gift." As he spoke, he glanced at her: "What's the problem?"

The lower right corner of the back of the booklet marked the price at 8 yuan, which once again slapped Mr. Huo in the face.

Song Yuran lowered her eyes and stared at the 8 yuan on it. The other party obviously noticed it, and reached out to cover her eyes without thinking.

She almost couldn't hold back her laughter at this attempt to conceal her intentions, but fortunately she held back, and she raised her hand to cover the back of Huo Qingzhi's hand that covered her eyes.

At the moment when the skin touched, Song Yuran was shocked. It felt like he hadn't held Huo Qingzhi's hand for a long time, nor had he looked at the other person's face carefully.

She took that hand away, held it in the palms of both hands, and stared at Huo Qingzhi with burning eyes.

Until the other party was a little embarrassed by her stare, and looked away.

"You take care of the flowers very well." Song Yuran's next sentence was completely irrelevant: "How are you doing recently?"

"Not bad." Huo Qingzhi replied.

"Oh." She smiled again and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Huo Qingzhi withdrew his hand, pinched her cheek instead, and pulled it away slightly, "Should I miss you?"

It hurt a little, but Song Yuran had the real feeling of returning to reality from heaven. She grinned her teeth in feigned pain, and said in a vague voice, "Anyway, I miss you."

The hand pinching his cheek was released, Huo Qingzhi got up, and said as he walked out: "Didn't you say you want to cook for me? It's almost time for dinner."

Song Yuran hurriedly chased after him, "Hey, good! I've already bought the dishes, all of which you like, and I'll show you off today!"

The two walked to the elevator, and while waiting for the elevator to come up, Song Yuran, who was staring at the digital panel going up, suddenly said: "Although the gardenia looks plain, it gives people a cool feeling, just like..." SheAfter a little thought, "At first you felt the same to me."

"But its flower language is very warm."

She thought that the other party would ask what flower language was in the next sentence, but Mr. Huo didn't answer, raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her.

"..." The two looked at each other for a while, until the elevator came up and they walked into the car, the topic seemed to have stopped.

But today's Song Yuran was more romantic, she stared at the reflective door in the elevator, the two of them stood straight, only two fists apart.

She said, "Why don't you ask me what the language of flowers is?"

"Do you want me to ask?" Under someone's earnest gaze, Mr. Huo reluctantly asked, "What is it?"

"Perseverance and bravery, as well as silent protection, the meaning of eternal love."

"Oh." Huo Qingzhi's focus is very clear, "Guarding is guarding, why keep silent?"

This question stopped the person concerned, and he tried hard to think about the answer. After holding back for a while, he said, "Then don't 'silently'."

Huo Qingzhi chuckled for some unknown reason, but did not continue this topic.

Huo Qingzhi didn't know the address of the new apartment, and Song Yuran didn't recognize the route back from Huo Qing's house. She could only enter the address of the apartment in the car navigation and navigate there.

While she was operating, Huo Qingzhi glanced at the address on the screen, but didn't speak.

The distance is not too far, the estimated travel time is 25 minutes, the road is unimpeded, and it took almost 20 minutes to reach the destination in advance.

Huo Qingzhi looked at the apartment building in front of him with at least 20 floors, and asked, "Do many of your colleagues live here?"

"I don't know." Song Yuran replied truthfully: "At present, I only see Chen Qiu in this building. This is a single apartment. Most of the leaders of other departments have married families. They probably won't live here..."

"So, Chen Qiu is single?"

At this time, Song did not realize the seriousness of the problem, so he answered honestly: "She told me yes."

"You guys even talked about this topic." Huo Qingzhi's tone was cool.

Only then did Song Yuran realize that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw the meaningful look in Huo Qingzhi's eyes, danger!

She hurriedly said: "Just chatting during the meal! Really, I didn't talk about anything else except this! I swear!"

"You guys still eat together." Mr. Huo's eyes changed.

"!!!" Someone Song panicked and explained: "Our company has a cafeteria, and I eat in the cafeteria at noon. Occasionally, when we meet her, the two of us will eat at the same table, not every day! It's a matter of probability! The number of times we have eaten together so far can be counted on one hand!"

Seeing that she was in a hurry to explain, Huo Qingzhi pursed his lower lip and cleared his throat, "Just kidding, don't be nervous."

Song Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she heard Huo Qingzhi say: "Besides, you are both single, so it's okay to have a meal together."

Her voice continued: "If you think it's appropriate, you can still develop it."

"Fart!" Song Yuran was a little furious, "We are just pure colleagues, I know who I like, and there is absolutely no way to empathize!"

After finishing speaking, she was still a little angry, and she stretched out her hand to pinch Huo Qingzhi's cheek, "Don't say any more in the future."

Seeing the other party nodding, she let go of her hand. Seeing Huo Qingzhi's fingers sticking to her cheek, her eyes were slightly sad and said: "You are so capable, you dare to pinch me."

Song Gougou immediately put the criminal paw behind his back, shook his head and denied: "Is there! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Huo Qingzhi smiled without saying a word, and the two went upstairs together, Song Yuran habitually took out the key.

The apartment is double-locked with a password and a key, but she is still used to using the key because she is worried about leaving fingerprints on the electronic password keyboard.

There was only one key. When opening the door, Song Yuran stopped, and suddenly turned to look at Huo Qingzhi.

"?"

"The password is your birthday." She said suddenly.

"??" Huo Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "I didn't ask you."

"I know, it doesn't conflict with what I want to tell you." Song said confidently. Although she is very busy with work and has little time to see each other, the separation is only temporary. During the period of their respective development, she will giveHuo Qingzhi has enough sense of security, her efforts are meaningful.

At least, she doesn't want the other party to tease her relationship with other colleagues.

"You are welcome to check in at any time." Song Yuran said confidently, and Huo Qingzhi replied, "I'm not that free."

But judging from the upward arc of Huo Qingzhi's mouth, it is still very useful.

The supermarket near the apartment has launched the delivery function of fresh meat and vegetables. Most of the previous supermarkets delivered daily necessities or snacks that are convenient for transportation, and rarely delivered vegetables.

Song Yuran made the reservation the day before, and the people in the supermarket had already delivered the fresh ingredients in the morning, and she just stuffed them into the refrigerator together with the bag before going out.

So what Huo Qingzhi saw was a large red bag after opening the refrigerator door, and Song Yuran struggled to take them out of it.

She was surprised: "Why do you buy so many vegetables?"

"Eat!" Song Yuran said, "I also bought fruit, you wait for me outside first, I will make you a fruit platter, you can fill your stomach."

Since she said today that she was going to cook for Huo Qingzhi, she half-pushed and half-coaxed Huo Qingzhi out of the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and put on her apron to prepare for a big fight.

Cherries are on the market this season, and cherries account for more than half of the fruit platter. She also made a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

He brought the glass of orange juice to Huo Qingzhi as if offering a treasure, and said expectantly, "Try the orange juice to see if it tastes good. I squeezed it from two oranges, and it should be pretty good."

Under her expectant eyes, Huo Qingzhi took a sip, frowned slightly, "Well, it's delicious."

"That's good." Song Yuran laughed immediately, and took out the TV remote control from the drawer and put it in her hand, "I'm going to cook, you watch TV by yourself, it will be ready soon! Remember to eat the fruit."

Someone Song went back to the kitchen, Huo Qingzhi looked away, the car in the fruit plate was plump, and there were still transparent drops of water on the surface.

She twisted a fruit handle, put the plump pulp into her mouth, and bit down. The cherries were so juicy and sweet. Taking advantage of this gap, she looked at the living room.

As far as the eye can see, the desktop is spotless, but there is a thin layer of dust on the counter top under the TV, and there is also a thin layer of dust on other places that are not often touched.

It's not difficult to infer that Song Yuran usually walks around after work, basically sitting on the sofa, and doesn't have much time to watch TV for entertainment, let alone cleaning.

Even the furniture is brought in by the apartment, so there is no atmosphere of life, and it looks very deserted.

I have lived in this house for more than half a month.

She walked to the balcony. Song Yuran would usually plant some potted plants on the balcony, which can improve the air quality and be good for the eyes. When moving, these potted plants were brought here.

It's just that compared with before, perhaps because there is no time to take care of it, even the leaves in the potted plants are wilting.

Song Yuran in the kitchen was cutting meat, and her hair was getting in the way because she forgot to tie it up. She wanted to do it, but her hands were covered with grease, so she couldn't do it.

Gently wrapping her hair with one hand, and running the other hand through her hair, Song Yu turned her head subconsciously. The other party predicted her move, the hair between the fingers loosened, and the raised hand was still in place.

Song Yuran turned her head, and the tip of her nose touched her wrist without warning.

She blinked her eyes, and looked at Huo Qingzhi without blinking, and the other party did the same. The atmosphere stagnated at this moment.

There was still a faint scent of perfume on the inside of the wrist, which Song Yuran was used to, but it was a little different, mixed with some refreshing mint.

She pursed her lips, her throat slid up and down uncontrollably, then slowly raised her jaw, and kissed Huo Qingzhi's wrist.