Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The weather in London is always cloudy and cloudy, with clouds and drizzle in the morning, and bright sunshine in the afternoon.

During this period, Xie Cang's research project entered a critical stage. Every day he was either spending time in the research room or writing papers in the library with his notebook. Zhu Bai Shao tried his best not to disturb him.

After the daily practice, Zhu Baishao carried her bag and walked out as usual. She was wearing a short skirt with good quality and a long windbreaker. The waistline was so thin that she couldn't tell how thin it was when she tied it. She's pretty and graceful.

She thought that when she went back, she would make cat food for the orange cat system and its little brother, and make complementary food for the twins. When she had time, she would make an extra love dinner and send it to Xie Cang...

Remembering what she had to do when she got back, her pace quickened a little.

As soon as he walked out of the teaching building, the roar of propellers came from the sky, not far or near, it seemed to be somewhere above Zhu Baishao's head.

She didn't pay attention at first. After all, there were more children from rich families here, and she was used to seeing them traveling by private jet.

But as she walked forward, the sound of the helicopter followed her above her head. Before Zhu Baishao could raise her head, something very light but very substantial landed on top of her head.

As soon as Zhu Baishao raised her hand halfway, many rose petals fell in front of her eyes.

Pieces of red petals scattered from high in the sky, flying profusely and loudly for a long time, and soon accumulated a layer on the ground, like a red carpet woven with petals.

Zhu Baishao raised her head slightly, and the skylight illuminated the tiny fluff on her delicate face. The petals still fell from the helicopter and landed on her face and the tip of her nose, filling her breath with the fragrance of roses.

Other students of different skin colors nearby had already picked up their phones in exclaim and started recording this beautiful and romantic scene.

There were more and more people watching. Zhu Baishao reached out to catch a petal and smiled, before slowly walking out from under the rain of petals.

But when he was about to walk out of the range of the rain of petals, Zhu Baishao couldn't help but look back - romantic and wasteful.

With this thought in mind, she continued walking before turning her head back, and unexpectedly bumped into a wall of flesh. She stumbled, her stiletto heels a little unsteady on the patterned floor tiles.

Then before she sprained her foot and fell, a big hand held her waist and supported her steadily.

"Are you okay?"

It was an extremely familiar voice.

Zhu Baishao's heart was moved. She didn't even notice the hint that the Son of Luck was nearby just now.

"Thanks……"

She turned around very naturally and met Yan Zhu's peach blossom eyes.

Yan Zhu was standing behind her, wearing a loose denim jacket. His peach blossom eyes and the upward curve of the corners of his mouth were still the same as before.

He said: "Shaobao'er, long time no see."

He only saw him.

Zhu Baishao looked at him blankly, not knowing if it was an illusion. She felt that Yan Zhu had lost a lot of weight, and the arrogance on his body was also much lighter.

At some point, the helicopter approached their heads again, and the falling petals interspersed in their sight. The picture was so beautiful that it could be used as a movie poster.

"...Yeah, long time no see."

Zhu Baishao showed Yan Zhu the petals she had received in her hand and asked, "Did you arrange these?"

Yan Zhu nodded, his peach blossom eyes twinkling: "I owe you the flowers."

——"A gift for Xie Xie? You haven't given me flowers yet."

——"You didn't send it to me either."

——"Okay, okay, I owe you."

Zhu Baishao looked at him steadily, remembering the past, and remained silent for a while.

Yan Zhu seemed to see some kind of emotion that had resurfaced in her eyes, small, but real.

"Shaobao'er, I'm sorry."

The end of Yan Zhu's eyes turned red for a moment. He leaned over to look at her levelly, his long eyebrows hanging over his nose. Maybe it was the warm evening sun, or maybe it was the broken hair on his forehead that fell down. At this moment, his unruly eyebrows only had soft ripples.

Full of love, he rushed across the mountains and seas again.

Zhu Baishao blushed at his twitchy gaze, her eyes dodge for a few times, and then she said: "You know that Xie Cang and I are already married..."

Yan Zhu pursed her lips and stretched out her index finger to touch her red and moist lips, "I know, I don't regret it."

Zhu Baishao and his eyes met, and his affectionate eyes wrapped around her tightly, making it difficult for her to break away.

"It's useless for me to agree. You have to agree... Oh, and your family..."

Zhu Baishao thought of Mr. Yan.

When she spoke, her lips opened and closed, and Yan Zhu's fingers rubbed them. The soft, cotton-like touch made his eyes darken.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he put his hands on her shoulders, slowed down his tone, and said solemnly, "I have never thought about family marriage. Yan Zhu will always be with the person he loves."

"——If you don't love the one you love, it's better to die."

Zhu Baishao's heart trembled.

He has a personality that smiles and despises everything. He seems to be used to seeing death and success or failure. But as long as something he cares about appears, he will be like a beast that has bitten its prey. With his green eyes open, he will not move even an inch. let.

……

Zhu Bai Shao finally chose not to take Yan Zhu back to his residence.

Because it was Xie Cang's home in her heart, and she didn't want even the last bit of beauty that only belonged to the two of them to be colored by Yan Zhu's color.

She had to admit that Xie Cang held more weight in her heart than Yan Zhu.

The top floor of the hotel.

The night is gradually spreading, and one or two stars are already shining in the sky. The gentle wind blows, and the light and shadow are dancing.

Zhu Baishao and Yan Zhu sat opposite each other. The food on the table was exactly the same as when Yan Zhu asked her to have Western food for the first time.

Yan Zhu wouldn't say that he still remembered every minute moment of that day. He didn't even talk about how much he suffered in his heart during the year when he couldn't find her.

He dismissed the waiter and opened and poured red wine himself. The gurgling red liquid was flowing with some ambiguity.

Zhu Baishao asked him about domestic affairs, but Yan Zhu just avoided the important ones and did not mention how he was secretly dealing with many parties in order to calm the impact of the incident.

He is proud and flamboyant, and is not a character who likes to suffer misfortune.

Coupled with the fact that the previous attempts to persuade him to stay were all in vain, he thought that Zhu Bai Shao was not going to do this.

Perhaps years later, when Yan Zhu saw Xie Xing occupying her many times because of his forbearance and visible sadness in front of Zhu Baishao, he realized later that in every relationship there are strong and powerful people. Weak, this is doomed from the beginning.

——The weak person is not at a disadvantage, but the one who expects more.

At this time, Yan Zhu was still too young and he would not suffer misfortune.

He raised his glass and shook it slightly, his peach blossom eyes full of affection: "...Don't talk about me anymore, Shao Bao'er, how are you?"

Zhu Baishao raised his head and glanced at the starry night sky, and said in a gentle voice, "In addition to classical dance, I have now begun to get involved in other dance types, each with its own splendor..."

"But after having children, it is still different. Half of my energy is focused on the children...Looking at them, my heart will soften, and the love I want will continue to emerge..."

"very nice."

Yan Zhu took a sip of wine. He was envious and jealous. He also wanted a child for him and Zhu Baishao.