The office worker went to Brussels on a business trip and reported it for one week. I went there this Friday and returned next Friday.

During this period, the only pot of green ivy in the family died after jasmine milk green rescue. Yan Ge planned to make up some of them. So in a few days, when school was over next Monday, she went to the flower shop next to the school.

The day flower shop.

Dingling.

The door-pushing action stirred the doorbell. Yan Ge opened the door. Jiang Zhixiao looked in the sound, stunned for a moment, and then smiled politely: "Hello, Miss Yan."

Jiang Zhixiao is familiar with the face of someone.

Since the end of summer, girls who have continued to rise in the entertainment industry and have reached the top have become popular, but in the end, they did not sign contracts like those amateurs who became popular overnight, but entered Peking University.

“…”

Of course, it is an unusual thing to enter Peking University without entering the circle.

This is the main reason why she can recognize people.

Another reason is that she knows that she is that person's sister.

On a summer evening not long ago, when she sent flowers to her door but was refused without reason, the man bought her flowers.

Oxford leather shoes were parked in front of her, the white shirt and silver watch, and the buttons were tied neatly from top to bottom.

Rigorous and regular, elegant and gentle.

He is so elegant and profound.

And now, his sister is here.

It is rainy in autumn and winter. In the dark night, the drizzle is as thin as silk. When Yan Ge walked into the flower shop, he also closed the folded umbrella in his palm and bent down to put it in the umbrella bucket. He raised his eyes and glanced across the not-so-spacious store.

As its name suggests, flowers and fragrance fill the entire flower shop. In addition, there are several small-sized oil paintings hanging on the wall. The contents of the paintings are also flowers, including rapeseed flowers in the suburbs, and jasmine and sunflower placed in bottles, which complement the flowers in the shop.

The flowers are tightly clustered with the pure white cash register, and they are wiped cleanly and tidy, without any floating dust. On the table is an all-in-one computer, with the book placed on the side, and the author and name of the book are written on the colorful cover: Keigo Higashino, "Red Finger".

The girl in a sweatshirt and long skirt standing behind the stage described as Su Jing, who was greeting Yan Ge and smiling at this time.

Yan Ge also pulled his lips and replied: "Hello."

There are many fresh cut flowers in the store, which is also the main feature of this flower shop. As for green plants, there are only a few types placed on the steps outside the store. Yan Ge quickly picked up a small plant of Clivia and planned to pack and take them away with the pot.

After the cashier received the Clivia money, Jiang Zhixiao packed a bunch of lilies from behind and sent it to the paper. Worried that the other party would not accept it, she added: "This is a gift, which every customer has."

It's a gift, but of course not every customer has it.

Yan Ge thanked him, then walked out holding the Clivia and lily. He looked sideways at the figure and a curtain of night rain outside the window. Jiang Zhixiao's eyebrows were stuck for a moment and called out, "Wait a minute."

Yan Ge stood still and looked back. Seeing the person behind the cashier walking towards her a few steps, "I'll help you get it." Jiang Zhixiao said: "It's raining outside, and it's hard to hold flowers and hold umbrellas."

As she said that, she asked, "Where is your car parked?"

Obviously, she thought Yan Ge came by driving.

Yan Ge shook his head and said no, explaining that the place she was going to was Yunzhu International across the street, which was only a few steps away, and she could walk alone - of course, it was indeed inconvenient to hold an umbrella with a pot of Clivia and a bunch of lilies. But the rain was not heavy at this time, and it was not bad for the moment to get wet.

After refusing for a few times, he could not resist persistence. Therefore, Jiang Zhixiao locked the door of the flower shop and walked out together. On the way, Yan Ge noticed the strangeness of the other party's legs, and did not mention it, but asked about the paintings hanging in the store.

Yan Ge's original intention was to think that the flowers in the painting were vividly displayed on the paper, and the shape was beautiful and lifelike. If you wanted to jump out of the paper roll. If you knew where to buy it, she would also want to buy a few pictures and hang them on the wall. However, Jiang Zhixiao smiled when he heard the words, and said, "That was painted by me. If you like it, I can give you a few pictures."

Even if the paintings are beautiful, but if you ask for them with empty hands, it is not a ladylike character. Yan Ge did not speak out directly or not, but just praised them and said that the paintings were very vivid and almost the same as real flowers.

Jiang Zhixiao said that it may be because he opened a flower shop and saw flowers every day. After a long time, he naturally felt like he picked up the strokes.

As we went to the community, the rain continued to blow, and it was a cool air in late autumn and early winter.

On a rainy night, a vehicle was coming with headlights. The two of them avoided one side, and the vehicle drove into the community access control. The rearview mirror gradually opened its sight and swept it from Yan Ge and Jiang Zhixiao to behind him: the short man in black clothes and black pants, with dark colors, hiding in the shadow of the night.

After a distance, the man followed the two of them, neither far nor close.

Bluetooth headphones were in his ears, his eyebrows were lowered and his lips were slightly squirming.

“Come on.”

"Another woman is not in the way."

"Um."

"You will block the front later, I will block the back later."

“…”

The people walking in front were ignorant of this until they passed the narrow path in front of the unit, a thin and tall man stood in front of him, and his figure was pulled into a long shadow by the dim light. When Yan Ge and the other two walked forward, he also followed each other.

As they were getting closer and about to run into each other, Yan Ge and Jiang Zhixiao avoided the left, but the tall and thin man followed him to block the left, without making any noise or avoiding it, but just looked at the two of them, with expressionless faces under the cap.

When he ran into the visitor, Yan Ge's hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightened.

The person who followed her came.

From last Friday to today, the other party followed her for four days. Although the reason is unknown, it is obviously not a good person. Tonight, his appearance finally appeared, his heart was pounding. Yan Ge looked at Jiang Zhixiao sideways, "Don't worry about me, you go first."

When he looked at him, Jiang Zhixiao's eyebrows were slightly stunned.

She left first?

In such a remote place, people are blocked, with their expressions and actions sneaky, and the person who comes is obviously not a good person—

She can't leave first.

Jiang Zhixiao moved his lips and wanted to refuse, but was stopped by a sound, and drifted over in the wind: "Where to go?"

The sound came from behind, and it was instantly cool like the autumn rain. It climbed up from the tailbone and then rolled all over the whole body.

Two people came.

The hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly. In Yan Ge's sight, the person wearing a baseball cap approached step by step. Behind Yu Guang touched was a middle-aged man with a short figure, with dull facial features as if he had been immersed in water.

The middle-aged man did not move forward, but stood there, as if he was waiting for his companion in the baseball cap to drive the person to his direction. In the night, the distance between the three parties was repeatedly compressed.

As the distance approached, Yan Ge counted down time in his heart.

Five, four, three, two, one...

A short distance away.

Just behind Yan Ge, the short-sized man smiled as if he was smiling. While raising his hand to catch people, he said, "You can't even get out of here."

The countdown in my heart has come to an end.

zero.

The man's raised hand could no longer fall, because while he was lifting it, the movement was pinched by a forceful hand and could no longer move.

It was a light and familiar male voice that rang in Yan Ge's ears.
Chapter completed!