Dressed as a vicious sister, she became the group's favorite by relying on her inner voice

Shang Shaosi was abnormal most of the time, and he was truly moody. If there was anything that could soothe him, Yu Lin could only think of two things:

First, herself.

Second, thrill and excitement.

She still doesn't understand this man's emotional threshold. Skydiving, racing, and black boxing, in short, anything related to blood and violence is within his liking range.

To him, abnormality is normal, so when he became truly normal, Yu Lin's alarm bells rang the first moment.

For example, now.

"Hmm? Where did you come to that conclusion?"

Yu Lin covered her chest and tried her best to steady herself.

She is self-aware. She may not be considered a smart person, but she knows the reasons to some extent.

Her brain worked fastest when she met Shang Shaosi. All her brain cells must have died from dealing with this man!

The person on the other end didn't say anything and it was unclear what he was doing.

Yu Lin's heart was beating wildly, and her scalp was numb. "…What happened? Where is the person? Why did he run away in the middle of the conversation?"

There was still no one on the other side.

"What are you doing? I finally have some free time. I called you back but you ignored me."

"..."

"Really ran away? Never mind. I'm hanging up now."

After saying that, he paused for two seconds, thinking that the person on the other side would definitely be reluctant to do so. As a result, this trick didn't work today.

Yu Lin: “…”

Just as she was thinking about whether to hang up, Shang Shaosi on the other side sneered. He didn't pursue her inconsistency, but said: "I am also very interested in the Luo family. After all, I have something left somewhere."

Yu Lin's hair stood on end when he heard this meaningful sentence.

Just when I was about to ask what he meant by that, the other party just smiled to himself and threw the phone away.

After two or three collision sounds, the phone turned off and the call was interrupted.

Yu Lin held the phone and bit her lip, then breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Luo Group.

With new information obtained from the front desk and the secretariat, Mr. Luo's love affair has made new progress.

In the gossip group.

[Breaking news! The secretary's office saw Mr. Luo leaving, with his coat hanging on his arm, he seemed to have left early!]

[We saw President Luo at the front desk. The president’s elevator did not stop. It turned out to be heading to the underground garage!]

[Today, Mr. Luo left early again. The number of days of passive resistance has increased by one, and the total number of days is 5.]

In the underground garage, Special Assistant Han, who was temporarily replacing the driver, scratched his head and looked at the messages in the group. He really wanted to get involved.

He wanted to say that this was not only the fifth day that Mr. Luo had left early, but also the fifth day that Mr. Luo had been turned away.

He wanted to say that this was not an ordinary fifth day. This was the fifth day that Luo Wangzhou's status was still inferior to Xiao Zhouzi's.

He also wanted to say...

The car door opened and Luo Wangzhou came in. Special Assistant Han quickly put away his phone and no longer dared to "think" in his mind.

Luo Wangzhou: "Let's go, follow what the book says, and go to the flower market today."

"Okay, Mr. Luo."

The car started, and we first went to the destination to follow the boss to buy flowers, and then went to Miss Zuo's residence. After putting down the big boss holding the flowers, we drove away from this area.

He had to leave first, but not go too far, so that his car could not be seen by Miss Zuo, but he could still return in time to pick up Luo Wangzhou who was turned away.

Ok.

Special Assistant Han nodded and gave himself a great affirmation in his heart.

He is truly a model special assistant who is flexible and smart!

Luo Wangzhou stood at the door of Zuo Qingyan's house, knocked first, and then opened the door if there was no response.

Zuo Qingyan said that he wanted to change the door lock password, but it has been several days and the password is still his birthday.

Luo Wangzhou likes this very much. He is in a very good mood every time he comes to open the door. Even when he is working in the company during the day, he is looking forward to coming here to open the door in the afternoon.

After being disturbed for several consecutive days, he finally understood a little bit. Zuo Qingyan basically stayed at home. The nanny delivered food and supplies at regular times, and someone came to clean the house at regular times. She just tinkered with the piano at home, and recently she became fascinated with blackboard painting.

He knocked on the door, and if the other party didn't answer, it meant that he could come in directly. He was not sure at first, but he has become more and more proficient in recent times.

The house is a bit messy today. There are melon seed shells and empty beer bottles on the table, pet hair on the sofa, and clothes scattered everywhere.

There was a pair of men's slippers in the shoe cabinet. They were bought by him before, but Zuo Qingyan hasn't thrown them away yet.

After changing his shoes, he tidied up the mess on the floor and walked in while calling, "Qingqing."

There was no response at the first call, but at the second call both the big and small ones came running over.

"Wang!"

"Meow!"

Luo Wangzhou squatted down and held the cat in his arms. He didn't even look at the dog that followed suit, and there was even some disgust in his eyes.

"Qingqing."

Luo Wangzhou touched the cat's chin and teased it softly. While talking to the cat, he would threaten Xiao Zhouzi again.

He pointed at the dog and told it to squat down, and ordered: "If you move, you will eat dog meat tomorrow!"

The dog is very well behaved, and the cat is also very well behaved. One of them was raised by Zuo Qingyan after he returned to Kyoto, and the other was taken away when he left Kyoto.

Now, they all lived in the same house with Zuo Qingyan. They often fought, but they were all sensible and would not hurt each other.

Luo Wangzhou took a deep puff of Qingqing, satisfying his craving, and then looked at the empty house with a sigh.

"The dog is very well behaved, the cat is also very well behaved, only your owner is not well behaved."

A dog and a cat: "..."

Luo Wangzhou brought flowers today, but unfortunately, the person who received them fell asleep today. Judging from the wine bottle on the table, he probably drank too much and fell asleep.

Luo Wangzhou closed the bedroom door and tidied the room from top to bottom, even trimming the cat's and dog's nails.

The front ones are easy to deal with, but the two at the back are really difficult to deal with. It took Samoyed a lot of effort to hold Qingqing in his arms.

During the whole process, Luo Wangzhou used threats and inducements, and even accurately predicted the moment before the dog was about to bark and shut the dog's mouth in time.

"Shh!" Luo Wangzhou glared at it, "Shut your dog mouth, or I'll really eat your dog meat!"

The little boatman whimpered.

It was already late at night when they came out of Zuo Qingyan's house. Sitting in the car and looking at the flashing neon lights outside the window, Luo Wangzhou suddenly laughed out loud.

The sound was very soft, but Assistant Han noticed it keenly.

He looked at his boss, who was empty-handed, and asked with a smile, "Have Mr. Luo's flowers been delivered today?"

Luo Wangzhou was indeed in a good mood, "I guess so."

*

Early the next morning.

After having a few drinks yesterday, Zuo Qingyan woke up this morning feeling refreshed both physically and mentally. He felt so relaxed that he couldn't help but stretch.

"Cool!"

It turns out that alcohol is the best way to relieve sorrow.

After taking a deep breath, Zuo Qingyan suddenly frowned, took two more sniffs, and quickly opened his eyes.

What caught her eye was a bouquet of gardenias. The simple packaging and rich fragrance immediately drove away her sleepiness.

She picked up the bouquet, and there was a message board hanging on it, with the words flowing in the handwriting -

Good morning, darling.