I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 129
Seeing that he was not moving, Gu Miao walked back on her own.

"Gu Miao, I want to hear your reasons for rejecting me." Lu Yu stopped her and stood behind her with his hands in his pockets.

The person in front of him paused, leaving only one sentence, "You are too young, I don't like people who are younger than me."

She opened the door and entered the house.

Lu Yu smiled self-deprecatingly, "This reason...is really easy to pass people off."

He also followed her, opened the door and entered the house.

……

Song Cheng has never seen such a brazen person in her life, and she really didn't expect that a drunk person who said pitifully that he had no strength just now pressed her under the quilt and kissed her for 10 minutes as long as.

She felt that she was about to lack oxygen, grabbed Jiang Mo's arm, and resisted for a long time before he stopped.

"You...I..." She was incoherent.

The culprit hugged her and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Huh? What do you want to say?" Jiang Mo asked him.

Song Cheng looked unhappy, "You, you, you are simply a shameless person, you..."

"Forget it, I don't know what to say about you, I can't swear those dirty words." She blew out angrily.

Jiang Mo opened his eyes, and said helplessly, "But, you look so good in the moonlight, I really can't help it."

"..." Song Cheng closed her mouth. What else could she say, and she didn't want to say anything.

Realizing that the person in his arms stopped talking, Jiang Mo raised his hand and stroked her hair, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you angry?!" She replied cursing in her heart, but when she opened her mouth, she said, "Let me go back."

Jiang Mo covered her eyes with one hand, "Cheng Zi, go to bed, what time is it?"

"Hey, you have to grasp the point of my words!" She suddenly raised her head and moved in his arms.

"Well……"

After a few seconds, she surrendered, "Okay, good night."

"Good night."

The night passed, and Song Cheng didn't wake up until eleven o'clock. She turned over and touched the empty space beside her, but there was no one there.

"Yo, are you awake?" Ma Qingqing opened the door and walked in, with a mask still on her face.

She walked to the bed, lay down next to Song Cheng, and started watching with her mobile phone.

Song Cheng flicked her hair. Last night, wasn't she... "Qing'er, how did I come back?"

"Huh? Haven't you been sleeping here all the time?" Ma Qingqing turned to look at her, "You don't have a memory disorder, do you?"

Song Cheng shook her head, "No, absolutely not, I just had a dream, dreaming that I slept in another room."

She got up quickly, opened the door and walked out, walking around in the corridor, feeling very anxious.

"What are you doing standing here?" Jiang Mo came up from the stairs behind her, holding a branch of flowers in his hand.

Song Cheng turned around, saw the flowers in his hand, was stunned, then shook her head and said, "No... nothing?"

"Here, here you are." He stretched out his hand and stuffed the flower into her hand, "Today, I want to ask you to accompany me, okay?"

She stared at the flowers in her hand, she was very happy and moved, but when she heard what he said, good guy, there are still requirements for sending these flowers.

"What are you doing with you?" She asked him while observing the flowers, "Wow, these flowers are actually real!"

"It must be real. I went outside to buy it in the morning, and you actually thought the flower was fake?!"

Song Cheng carefully observed the flower again, it was sweet, gentle and creamy in color, and it smelled very fragrant.

"What kind of flower is this? It looks a bit like a rose, but not quite..." She touched her chin and thought for a long time.

"Champagne Rose."

Song Cheng nodded, "Thank you, I'm going to eat!"

She was holding flowers and was about to go downstairs, but Jiang Mo grabbed her wrist, "Then you must remember, come to me."

"Got it, got it." She made an OK gesture and went downstairs.

Jiang Mo leaned against the wall, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Cheng took the flowers and went downstairs in a hurry. There was no one in the living room, and there was only Gu Miao eating at the dining table.

"Morning, good morning!" Song Cheng walked to Gu Miao's side, sat down, and put the flowers aside.

Gu Miao raised her head and glanced at her, "Huh? It's already noon, is it still early?" Then, her eyes fixed on the champagne rose in Song Cheng's hand.

"Is this flower a champagne rose?" she asked.

Song Cheng nodded, "It's champagne roses."

"That's great." Gu Miao lowered her head and ate the wonton in the bowl again.

Song Cheng was puzzled, "Sister, what's the meaning of this flower? To tell you the truth, this is the first time I have received flowers from others!"

"Go to the kitchen and get a bowl of wontons. You won't die of hunger. Go quickly. I'll tell you when I come."

Song Cheng could only nod, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Gu Miao looked at the champagne rose, smiled slightly, her eyes were full of envy, "That's great."

When Song Cheng came back, she asked her: "Chengzi, do you know that every flower has its own flower language?"

"Well, I know this, but I only know one kind of carnation, but I am quite interested in this, I can learn it when I have time."

Gu Miao raised her chin and asked her again: "Then do you know the flower language of champagne roses?"

Song Cheng shook her head, "I don't know."

"The flower language of champagne roses is: falling in love with you is the greatest happiness in my life." After Gu Miao finished speaking, she chuckled, "Look, how romantic is it?"

Song Cheng, who knew the language of flowers, picked up the champagne rose that was placed on the table, and an electric current suddenly passed from her fingers into her heart.

"Ang... This flower language is very romantic." She looked at the champagne rose and bit her lips lightly.

This was the first flower she received, and she did not expect it to have such a profound meaning.

"Haha, it seems that the person who gave you flowers really likes you very much." Gu Miao joked after seeing her expression.

Song Cheng's face was almost red, she put down the flowers, lowered her head and said, "Sister, don't...don't talk, I'm going to eat."

Until she finished eating, her face was hot and her whole body was hot, so she had to keep it well.

Finding a discarded plastic bottle in the living room, Song Cheng washed it, filled it with water, and inserted flowers into it.

Although there is only one flower, she is still very happy. After being happy for a month, her mood will be much better.

She went upstairs, put the flowers on the window sill, and said to Ma Qingqing who was lying on the bed: "Qing'er, I will put these flowers here first, and I will take them when we go home."

Ma Qingqing was watching a drama and responded to her.

Song Cheng was in a good mood today, so she went out to find Jiang Mo in another room, and when she opened the door, she saw something that shocked her even more.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Mo sat by the bed and asked her with a puzzled expression.

(End of this chapter)