The real daughter's eyes turned red, and the big guys went crazy

"Someone is coming. I won't talk to you anymore." Chu Lan hung up the phone and ran to open the door.

To her disappointment, the person standing at the door was not Li Jingshen, but Long Yuchen, holding two lunch boxes in his hands.

"What are you doing here again?" Chu Lan looked disappointed and closed the door.

Long Yuchen held the door shut and said, "I just went out to eat something, and I brought some for you."

"I don't want to eat." Chu Lan didn't eat much at night and was indeed a little hungry.

When Long Yuchen came to deliver flowers, he heard her stomach rumbling, so he bought them specially for her.

"I put it here. It's up to you if you don't want to eat it." Long Yuchen put the lunch box on the carpet, turned around and opened the door diagonally opposite her.

"Long Yuchen, are you sick? Why do you live here?" Chu Lan cursed loudly.

Long Yuchen turned around and smiled at her, "This is a hotel, why can't I stay here? I have booked this room for a month, and I will stay here every day from now on."

Chu Lan was about to collapse, "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything else, I just don't want to go home, so I stayed in the hotel. I didn't expect that I would be right across from you. We will be neighbors from now on, so please take care of me." Long Yuchen showed a wicked smile.

Chu Lan lived in the hotel because of Li Jingshen, but Long Yuchen also moved to the hotel for her. What is this called?

"Move out immediately and don't live here!"

Long Yuchen, "I'm a guest, why can't I live here?"

"You..." Xiao Yu seemed to have no reason to chase him away. She put the midnight snack he bought at the door and slammed the door. She remembered that Li Jingshen didn't eat much at night. She wondered if he was hungry?

But it was so late, if she went up to see him with some midnight snacks, would she end up like Long Yuchen?

Long Yuchen was not angry. He had already made plans for a long-term battle. He picked up the lunch box and told her that if she didn't want to eat it, she could eat it herself. Don't waste the food.

……

Long Junye came out of the bathroom, and Qiao Xi was putting away the golden needle and was about to leave. "Have you finished your shower? Go to bed early."

Long Junye grabbed her wrist and said, "From today on, you sleep here."

Qiao Xi's heart trembled, "We have an agreement. You can't just tell me to leave and I'll leave. Now you want me to stay, so I have to stay? Wouldn't I be..." Too embarrassed?

"Then let's give you a sense of ceremony?" Long Junye pushed the wheelchair and pulled her to the cabinet, "Take out the agreement."

Qiao Xi opened the safe and gave him the agreement.

Long Junye tore the agreement into pieces and threw them into the trash can. "Is that ok?"

"Is this what you call a sense of ritual?" It's too much of a ritual!

This was all Long Junye could think of at this moment. "Then tell me what kind you want? I'll make whatever you want."

Qiao Xi didn't want to make things difficult for him. She guessed that this man was not a romantic person at heart. She married him in the beginning because she liked him and also to repay him. After being together for a long time, he developed a good impression of her, and she began to make more demands.

It felt like it was unlikely that he would propose to her or anything like that, since they were already married.

"I haven't showered yet." Qiao Xi made up an excuse and said she would not come over after taking a shower. Anyway, she just felt that she had not adapted to the environment. There was no way to deal with it when she was in Qiaojia Village because there was only one bed in the room.

Long Junye thought for a moment and said, "Then go take a shower and come over later, okay?"

"decide as things go."

"How can I tell? Why don't you wash it here?" Long Junye held her back.

"I can't wash here, so I'll come over later." Qiao Xi ran away quickly.

Long Junye thought that she had agreed, and he wanted to give her some romance and sense of ceremony.

I opened my phone and found the phone number of the owner of the flower shop at the entrance of the community and called him, but the owner's wife said that there were no roses in the shop at the moment and I had to wait until tomorrow morning.

Long Junye couldn't wait until tomorrow morning, so he put on his clothes and pushed his wheelchair downstairs.

There was a flower bed in the yard with several kinds of flowers planted. The street lights were a little dim, so he turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and scanned the garden, and there happened to be a field of red roses.

In his current situation, he could only pick the flowers at the edge. There were thorns on the roses, and he didn't bring a pair of scissors. In addition, the light was too dim, so it was very difficult to pick each flower. He would get pricked and his fingers would bleed. It took him a lot of effort to pick a dozen flowers.

He felt that it was not enough, but he had picked all the fruits within his reach. He could only lean forward and pour them in, hoping to pick more so that it would look more impressive.

He accidentally fell off his wheelchair and fell in the flower bed. The thorns of the rose bushes pierced his body and arms, causing waves of pain and making him unable to move.

It was very difficult to climb back to the wheelchair from here, but he was born strong-willed. He didn't want to trouble anyone with this matter, and he didn't want anyone to see his embarrassing situation, so he didn't call anyone for help.

He supported himself with his hands and moved his body little by little. Each movement was very strenuous and he was pricked by the thorns on the rose branches. It took a lot of effort to climb back into the wheelchair. He was covered in dirt and his arms were pierced by many thorns.

He didn't bother to remove the thorns. He picked up the roses he had just picked and walked back. Although there were only a dozen or so, they were a token of his thoughtfulness. He just looked very embarrassed at the moment, and wondered if Qiao Xi would laugh at him when she saw him.

After taking a shower, Qiao Xi mustered up the courage to go to his room. This kind of thing really required some courage on her part, after all, she was going to sleep in the same bed with him, and as a girl, she had to be reserved. But she still went, because she also wanted to be with him.

After entering his room, she didn't see him. She went downstairs to look, and went to the study, but still didn't see him.

Qiao Xi was a little angry. He had told her to come over after taking a shower, but he disappeared and no one knew where he had gone.

She didn't know that Long Junye was just climbing back to his wheelchair from the flower bed. For him, it was extremely difficult and took a lot of effort and time.

Qiao Xi returned upstairs, feeling a little worried again, so she went downstairs again and walked into the yard and shouted, "Long Junye—Long Junye, where are you?"

Long Junye had just come from the flower garden. He wanted to go back to his room to change his clothes before going to find her. He really didn't want her to see him in such a miserable state, so he turned his wheelchair and wanted to hide first.

Qiao Xi turned her head and saw him, "Long Junye, why are you coming downstairs?"

When I got closer, I found that he was holding a red rose in his hand, covered in mud, even his face was dirty, and his arm was scratched by a thorn, with several bloody marks.

Qiao Xi was frightened, but more distressed, "How did you get yourself into this state?"

Long Junye calmed himself down and decided not to lose his composure in front of her. He handed the rose to her and said, "This is for you. I picked it myself. It must be fresh enough."

This sense of ceremony should be enough, right?

Qiao Xi took the red rose from his hand, feeling touched and distressed, "You made yourself like this just to pick a few roses?"

"Do you like it?" Long Junye endured the pain in his body.

Qiao Xi's nose was sour, and she threw herself on him and hugged him tightly, "Silly, why do you do this? You can buy roses. If you can't buy them tonight, can't you buy them tomorrow? If you hurt yourself, what do you want me to do?"