rose memory

For some reason, Duan Tingding felt that her boss was very picky about her today.

For example, ask him why the forget-me-not is not watered.

Why is the little daisy a little dry.

That's it.

He also asked why there were leaves on the soil of the pot!

Fall!my brother!Don't your flowers grow leaves?

In short, she probably messed with her boss about something.

Sending roses?

But the fact that his boss likes Shen Xing was said by the boss himself.

A man's heart is a real sea needle.

Duan Ting stopped probing: "Brother Xian?"

Meng Xian was expressionless: "What's the matter?"

Duan Ting stopped carefully: "Where do you put the flowers, brother Xian?"

Meng Xian said calmly, "Don't touch the rose, just go anywhere else."

Duan Tingting took a long breath: "Okay."

after awhile.

"Brother Xian, aren't you going to find Shen Xing?" Duan Ting stopped asking.

"I..." Meng Xian paused for a moment, and then said rather bluntly, "I won't go."

"You watch him every day on the honor roll on the school's official website, doesn't he look better in real life?" Duan Ting stopped asking.

Meng Xian: "..."

"Don't disturb his study." Although Meng Xian said so, he turned on his phone and sent a message to the other party: 【Good morning. 】

no respond.

Meng Xian comforted himself, the other party just turned off the phone.

In fact, Shen Xing did turn off the phone.

Waiting until 02:30 in the afternoon, Shen Xing did not reply to Meng Xian's message.

Meng Xian couldn't sit still.

He walked out of the flower shop and only took a few steps when he saw Shen Xing standing in front of him, looking at him so firmly without saying a word.

As Meng Xian approached, Shen Xing suddenly threw out a bag of powder, and Meng Xian passed out unprepared.

"Shen Xing" dragged Meng Xian into a car.

Shen Xing's right eyelid was twitching all morning.

Suddenly stopped moving just now, he rubbed his eyes in doubt, and continued to work on the question.

When Meng Xian woke up again, he didn't rush to open his eyes. He concentrated on listening to the movement around him, but there was no movement around him.

In desperation, he opened his eyes. This is a closed attic, and there is no need to think that the exit must be tightly locked.

There was no sunlight coming in, only a small lamp glowing dimly, which only illuminated the small piece of land.

Meng Xian was shrouded in a dark shadow, there was no one else here except him.

He wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't do it at all. Either the medicine to stun him hadn't worn off, or he was given a new medicine later, but there was no difference in essence between the two, and he was the same. There is no way.

Meng Xian felt that there was nothing wrong with his body. He felt that he hadn't slept well yet. The medicine just had half the effect of a sleeping pill, so he simply smashed the jar and fell to the side, falling into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again he started to regret his actions.

He has meals on hand, including meat, vegetables, and cut fruits. However, this is not the point. The point is that the dish is still steaming.

Apparently the person who brought him the food had just left not long ago.

He looked around carefully.

The attic was too dilapidated, Meng Xian could hear the creaking sound when he stepped on the wooden floor, and he even felt that he could push through the floor with a little more effort.

But he didn't dare, who knows what's downstairs, in case the ground is connected to the ground, and this happens to be a rather high floor, if he falls like this without any protection, he may fall in pieces, even a corpse No one recognized it.

Just thinking about these things made Meng Xian feel very uncomfortable. He leaned back dejectedly, and a sudden chill came from his neck.

He turned around suspiciously, only to find that the cold object was an old-fashioned window switch. The reason why he hadn't noticed the existence of this window before was probably because the window was too dark and covered with a thick layer of dust. Makes it look like it blends perfectly with the surrounding walls.For some reason, Meng Xian was very familiar with this object. He was sure that he had never seen this object in his memory.

That is the part of the memory that is being lost.

Meng Xian's heart skipped a beat. He raised his hand and twisted the protruding end of the switch, and carefully pulled it. When he found that it wouldn't work, he sighed, but he didn't give up. He changed the direction, and then I tried harder to break it, and only heard a click, and the window opened.

Meng Xian poked his head out and found that the sun had just risen outside, and he didn't know if it was the second morning or the third morning.

In front of him is the dense branches and leaves, and there are some drops of water on the green leaves. It may have rained last night. The tree in front of him is very straight, with thick branches and leaves, and many forks. They are densely crowded next to the house. Meng Xian reckoned that in a few years, when the tree bloomed, the book would compete with the house for land.

Meng Xian raised his head and looked down. This was probably the third floor, but even if it was only a dozen meters high, he would not take risks lightly. He would not do anything like climbing down a tree.

He just kept using the only connection to the outside world to explore the outside. This place is not a wilderness, but there is no traffic, it is more like a group of abandoned buildings, but the province of C is expensive, how can anyone give up easily? ?

This piece of land was probably the private property of some group, Meng Xian began to think whether he had offended anyone, or whether Meng had offended anyone.

If you count all the previous ones, there are countless. Finding kidnappers here is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

But if we talk about recent times, there is only the He family. He has come forward to mediate He Weijie's matter, but he was never expected to be approached by them.

He happened to be lucky that day and was looking forward to meeting Shen Xing again, so he didn't wear women's clothing.

He didn't touch the meals, and he was asked out after a whole day.

Sure enough, He Weijie made his own claim.

There's no need for the He family to tear themselves apart with the Meng family because of He Weijie's trivial matter. This is He Weijie's retaliation.

Sitting on the sofa, He Weijie said to Meng Xian whose arms were bound: "Aren't you awesome? Let me see how awesome you are now."

Meng Xian: "..."

I'm not awesome, I've been chasing someone for almost half a month, and I haven't caught up yet.

Seeing that Meng Xian didn't speak, He Weijie looked indifferent and said, "Don't be so arrogant, I naturally have a way to punish you so that you don't offend the Meng family."

Meng Xian smiled: "Oh? What way?"

At 05:30 in the afternoon, when Shen Xing returned home, he turned on his phone, and then saw the message sent by Meng Xian.

Leisure: [Good morning]

Leisurely: [Can you go to Shengde Hotel?I'm there and I want to see you. 】

Sidley Hotel?

Shen Xing opened the map and searched for Shengde Hotel.

Display is a high-end hotel in Songjian District.

Once, Song Yuan’s father went there for a social gathering. He went there once, and the people who often go there have a high level of consumption, starting at a thousand yuan for any dish.

In line with Meng Xian's consumption level.

But Shen Xing always felt that it was not like a place that Meng Xian would go to every day.

Now there are overcast clouds outside, and the dark sky is so low that it seems that it will fall in the next moment.

It will probably rain soon.

Shen Xing took the umbrella, he turned on the phone navigation and checked it, it only takes about 10 minutes to walk there.

He texted Meng Xian: [Wait for me for 10 minutes. 】

Shen Xing felt that if he had to find a word, it would be obvious to him.

That's probably "cheap".

Obviously expressing his refusal so clearly, and obviously knowing that we can only be friends, but I still can't help thinking about it.

As long as he touches me, I won't vomit. He is a special case, does it mean that I can actually trust him.

But obviously I also know how bad I am.

The outside is still bright, but the inside is actually rotten and smelly, and I shut myself in a small dark corner.

Imprisoned in a corner, I still want to catch a glimpse of the sky.

But the light did come.

At 55:[-], Shen Xing arrived downstairs at the Shengde Hotel.

He has clearly seen this building once, but now he has no impression of it at all.

As soon as he reached the door, he could feel the magnificence inside.

Compared with the outside world, they are two completely different worlds, not the difference between heaven and hell, but it can also be said to be the difference between cloud and mud.

His palms were sweating.

As early as 5 minutes ago, he replied: [I'm here, where are you? 】

Meng Xian still hasn't returned.

The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, making Shen Xing a bit cold, he wrapped his coat, raised his phone and glanced at the input box again.

ask again?Maybe Meng Xian didn't see it?

At this moment, Meng Xian sent back a message: [Tianzi Pavilion, just come in directly. 】

Shen Xing looked at the white frame, but he didn't even realize that the corner of his mouth was slightly raised.

On the way the waiter led Shen Xing to Tiansheng Pavilion, Shen Xing didn't look at other places, he just looked ahead, he couldn't tell what mood he was in right now, he was a little nervous, but also a little expectant.

Why did Meng Xian ask for an appointment here?

He kept saying that he was a friend, but when Meng Xian sent a special signal, he still accepted it calmly.

When he walked to a special compartment, the waiter signaled that the front door was open, and then the waiter withdrew.

Shen walked closer, holding the doorknob with his hand. The air conditioner in the compartment was turned too low. At this moment, the doorknob was so cold that he let go of it almost in the next second, looking as if he wanted to open the door but was hesitant.

He Weijie watched this scene not far away, and laughed with a group of cronies beside him: "Hahaha, he is indeed a country bumpkin. He has never seen the world, so he likes Meng Xian..."

Shen Xing turned his face to the side, and saw He Weijie beside the flower pot at a glance. It was Chen Yao and the others who found him last time. He had never seen He Weijie before, and he didn't know this person.

This person has red hair, not like the youthful flamboyance of the flames, but instead has a low-explosive non-mainstream killer feeling.

Mainly because of the face.

When Shen Xing heard He Weijie's words, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just frowned and gave He Weijie a look.

He Weijie was taken aback by this indifferent look, and hiccupped the words in his throat, but he didn't spit them out.

He put on a gesture of resistance, turned his head pretending to be calm, and bluffed, "What the hell are you looking at, haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

"Pfft." Shen Xing didn't hold back.

He Weijie: "..."

Shen Xing ignored He Weijie's pale face, he opened the door, but backed away the moment the door opened.

"Huh la la." A section of water gushed down, if Shen Xing had been under there just now, he would have been drowned.

"Tsk." When Shen Xing was young, he had seen this kind of trick a lot, so he naturally knew to avoid it.

He felt strange when Meng Xian made an appointment with this hotel, and when this unknown man appeared, he probably saw through it.All he cared about now was—

Shen Xing asked, "Where's Meng Xian?"

He Weijie was stunned: "???" Shouldn't normal people ask who you are first?