Song Ying was a little surprised to meet Luo Qiu outside.

Originally, after learning the news that Gan Hong was safe and sound from Song Haoran, she should be able to sleep peacefully. However, after returning to the room, she became tossing and turning.

Originally, this time period was indeed too early for falling asleep... nine o'clock in the evening.

She just planned to go out to the yard for a walk, enjoy the cool breeze or something, and then she saw Luo Qiu, who was also in the yard.

He should have arrived earlier than him. Moreover, the place where Luo Qiu lives now is the core area of ​​the humble house, and he actually uses this courtyard.

Song Ying originally wanted to turn around and leave, but she was curious about what this guy was doing out here... What surprised Song Ying was that Luo Qiu was actually here watering the flowers and plants.

There are many bonsais in this yard. These bonsais were created by Song Tianyou in recent years to cultivate his mind and character.

"You're quite boring." Song Ying came to Luo Qiu's side and said something salty.

"I don't want to read a book tonight, and I don't have much TV programs to watch." Luo Qiu said casually while watering the water: "It seems that the bonsai here has not been taken care of for a while, so I just did some random things."

Song Ying shook her head and said: "These bonsais are all my grandpa's hard work. Don't ruin my grandpa's hard work by messing with them casually!"

Luo Qiu smiled and said: "It's just watering and cleaning up some dead leaves and weeds. It can't be destroyed. Do you want to come too?"

With that said, Luo Qiu picked up the scissors from the bonsai shelf and brought them to Song Ying.

"Why should I cut it with you?" Song Ying frowned, hugged her hands, and squeezed out her chest.

Luo Qiu just made the arc of his smile slightly wider, but still did not take back the scissors.

Song Ying's eyes gradually became a little hesitant...

…

Why should I accompany him to do this kind of thing?

Song Ying finally took the scissors and began to helplessly cut off some withered leaves from these bonsais.

In fact, Song Ying knew that she was actually a person who found it difficult to refuse other people's invitations. But she didn't know when she started not to listen to other people's requests and blocked all voices asking for help from her mind.

Constantly responding to other people's requests is a very tiring thing... Take the existence of Chinatown, for example. She knows that her grandfather Song Tianyou is nostalgic for the past, and she also knows his special feelings for overseas Chinese, but it does not mean that Song Ying can accept the Chinatown Chamber of Commerce.

How to make a living.

Many times, the student door is prone to breed a group of moths who do nothing and wait for others to solve problems when they arise, as well as the same rent that has remained unchanged for so many years.

Those people have probably forgotten that where they live and do business, every inch belongs to the Song family. They have long regarded the land as their own property.

She will even resist some newly introduced measures... Being soft-hearted will only put herself in a dilemma, so Song Ying's attitude towards Chinatown is one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes.

Just like cutting off the dead leaves on these bonsais, we should also cut off those things that are parasitic on the Song family tree, so as to maintain the healthy growth of the Song family tree.

Cut! Cut! Cut!

Looking at Luo Qiu who was weeding across the bonsai shelf, Song Ying made a quick and regular clicking sound from the scissors in her hand.

As if he was aware of Song Ying's gaze, Luo Qiu raised his head, only to see Song Ying snort and walk away to another place the moment their eyes met.

Luo Qiu looked at the place she had just pruned. Surprisingly, it was very neatly pruned. It didn't look like pruning without rules. She probably had learned from it. But... after pruning, she let the leaves scatter on the ground.

, but it seems a little imperfect.

Luo Qiu shook his head and took a broom and shovel to sweep away the fallen leaves.

At this moment, Song Ying did not continue pruning the bonsai, but sat on the stone drum stool in the yard, and suddenly said: "Actually, I think you are very suitable for being a domestic servant."

"Why." Luo Qiu asked curiously.

Song Ying squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Because you just look like you are in trouble. No one told you that you are so special and girly?"

"Indeed there is."

However, to Song Ying's surprise, Luo Qiu admitted it very directly at this moment. Luo Qiu was heard to say: "Actually, my body has been relatively weak since I was a child. It seems to be because my mother was pregnant with

When I was young, I suffered from a cold. After I was born, the doctor said that I had a root cause of the disease, and my growth was slower than that of people of the same age, so I looked very thin."

Song Ying was startled... Isn't this the conversation she was looking forward to?

"Maybe it was in elementary school, right?" Luo Qiu had a look of reminiscence on his face, and then waved his hands, "I'm probably only this tall, and he is much lower than his peers. And he still looks very thin.

My mother always said I look like a girl."

Luo Qiu suddenly smiled. It was a smile that made Song Ying look very happy. She was suddenly fascinated... thinking about how this guy looked when he was a child in the arms of his parents.

What will it look like?

Perhaps, it was completely different from what it is now.

"Later I started to drink some Chinese medicine and do acupuncture, and then my father also began to consciously exercise me. Gradually, my physical condition began to become good. After a few years, I became healthier."

"What happened next?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.

Luo Qiu said: "After a few years of unfamiliarity, I didn't do much exercise until I went to college. I probably still look a little thinner."

Song Ying looked sideways, then suddenly stood up and walked in front of Luo Qiu. She touched her chin and pinched Luo Qiu's arm, studying it and said: "Well... I do have a frame, but it's not long.

How much meat. But to be honest, a type with eight-pack abs like my uncle is not suitable for you, so you should continue to be a sissy."

Luo Qiu smiled.

Song Ying suddenly looked at Luo Qiu seriously and said seriously: "Can I ask you a question...Why don't you seem to be angry? Isn't there something that can make you a little more excited? Angry

Let’s not talk about it for now, at least ordinary people will always have some emotional fluctuations after seeing something they like... You, don’t you?”

"Something I like..." Luo Qiu thought for a while, "Yes."

"What is it?" Song Ying suddenly pricked up her ears as if she had discovered a new continent.

"For example, I really like your soul."

Song Ying opened her mouth. Luo Qiu's sudden answer caught her off guard, "My soul?"

Luo Qiu said softly: "It's like a pearl left in the ocean. It's always protected by a hard clam shell. You can't pry this clam shell open because you're afraid that once you use violence, it will become

Scared. It may change color because of this, but you still have no way of knowing its true color before it opens by itself. Maybe it is as magnificent as you expected, or maybe it is just the most ordinary

The milky white color of pearls. But one thing is certain, that is your sense of anticipation for it, and its own growth potential. These are actually very wonderful things."

Song Ying blinked her eyes, clarified the meaning behind her words, frowned and said, "What the hell? What are your expectations of me, and my own growth?"

Luo Qiu said softly: "You are very beautiful, maybe you can be more beautiful."

Song Ying's eyes widened subconsciously. This was not the first time she heard similar words from Luo Qiu. She shook her head and subconsciously said: "This... I can take this as what you want to do to me.

Something like that...meaning?"

"I don't want to do anything." Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "For me now, just watching quietly is enough. My liking for you does not mean that it is a love between men and women... maybe

It can also be said to be appreciation. For example, a person who loves flowers loves the beauty of blooming flowers."

Song Ying couldn't help but rub her forehead. She was a little unsure of Luo Qiu's attitude, which made her suddenly feel confused... How could anyone say such a thing in such an understatement?

"Anyway, anyway! You are not allowed to have any strange thoughts towards me, and I have no strange thoughts towards you at all,?"

"Do you want to continue?" Luo Qiu held out the scissors again.

"I can't trust my grandpa's bonsai to a layman like you!" Song Ying snorted and took the scissors directly from Luo Qiu's hand.

She was carrying Luo Qiu on her back, cutting the leaves on the bonsai, and suddenly asked: "How... do you think of Gan Hong?"

"Like a lotus flower."

"lotus?"

"Bingdilian, connected with you."

What's the meaning?

Song Ying's hand froze...Bing Dilian?

Could this guy be planning to bring the two of them together... However, grandpa has already sent Gan Hong away. Judging from Gan Hong's temperament...

And myself too...

If this guy is so interesting...will he then...

"I'm warning you, don't even think about it!" Song Ying suddenly turned around and pointed the scissors in her hand straight at Luo Qiu, "If you think about it, I'll snap it!!"

Click, click, click, the sound made by the scissors.

Luo Qiu said, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Good sister! I hate you when I see you!" Song Ying was so angry that she gritted her teeth... She always felt like she was being teased, and she wished she could beat this guy up right now!

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "Gan Hong is injured and needs to recover for a period of time. I don't think it is suitable for me to act as a bodyguard or something like that anymore. I want to talk to Mr. Song and ask her to evacuate Gan Hong temporarily.

There should be no problem. Also..."

He suddenly walked up to Song Ying.

Song Ying suddenly backed away a little in fear. She rarely let a strange man come so close to her, and she was still in this strange atmosphere.

But if she took a step back, she would definitely hit the bonsai shelf, and she had to stop.

Luo Qiu stretched out his hand, which made it easy for Song Ying to understand his intention and make her stretch out her hand as well.

"What do you want to do!" Song Ying glared and immediately regained some momentum.
To be continued...