The most powerful person in the internet’s darkest circles became famous for her scientific research

Chapter 51 Give her the Galaxy Rose
Shen Liangzhi rented a large flat near the company.

As soon as I opened the door, there was a sea of ​​flowers piled at the door, including Freud, Diao Chan, cappuccino... all kinds of expensive roses.

"Surprise~"

A white-gold furry head poked out from the sea of ​​flowers.

Shen Liangzhi: "..."

She looked at the changed man and fell into silence.

Because she wanted to record the show, she entrusted him to Xiaojiu. In just half a day, this person transformed it from beginning to end.

Han Jing stared straight at her, with bright black and gray eyes, and platinum curly hair scattered on his forehead. He looked young and energetic, and he could be considered a top idol even if he took a photo.

"Am I ugly?"

There was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

Obviously the owner of the barber shop said that this hairstyle suits him best.

Shen Liangzhi stared at his platinum slightly curly hair, which matched his temperament, like a European aristocratic little prince who had just left the castle:
"Why did you suddenly change your hair?"

Han Jing reached out and handed her a bouquet of flowers with a serious tone:
"Psychologists say that people's mood will improve if they look at beautiful things more. I want you to be happy when you see me."

Shen Liangzhi: "What's going on with the flowers?"

"I passed by a flower shop, and the flower shop owner said that today is the beginning of autumn, and I want to buy flowers for the people I like. I don't know what varieties you like, so I bought them all."

He blinked his eyes, looking like he was begging for praise.

Shen Liangzhi looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers behind him.

This guy probably emptied out half of the flower shops in Liucheng.

He holds a bouquet of Galaxy roses from the Ecuador collection in his hand, looking slightly distressed.

"I don't know how to choose flowers, but I think this flower is just like you..." He was stuck and tried to express his words, "It's just as beautiful."

The Ecuadorian Galaxy Rose is known as the best rose in the world. It has the same color as Van Gogh's famous painting "Starry Night". Compared with red roses, it is a little less public and enthusiastic, but more cold and mysterious. The flower language it carries is " The rose conceived by the stars is as vast and mysterious as you.”

Shen Liangzhi took the flowers into the house. There were roses everywhere on the floor, sofa, stairs, and walls. It was as beautiful as a fairy tale house...

"Do you like Zhizhi?" Han Jing followed her like a little tail.

The fingertips of the cold branches are hanging down, groping for the fragrant rose petals:

"This is the first time someone has given me flowers."

People used to give them as gifts, but they were all in the name of the collective or the unit as a symbolic courtesy.

Han Jing pursed his lips secretly: "I will send you a bouquet of flowers every day from now on."

"Don't be so troublesome."

Han Jing disagreed: "How can Zhizhi's matter be troublesome?"

He was not idle today either. While doing his hair, he kept scrolling on Weibo.

"They all say you are very powerful. You don't use curse words when you curse. Zhi Zhi, what counts as a curse word?" A question came from a mushroom.

Shen Liangzhi pondered for a while and said:
"For example, let me tell you, I got home at six o'clock tonight, and you happily changed your clothes, did some styling, and prepared a room full of roses. But in the end, I didn't come back, and you were hungry alone and waited all night. , what do you want to say?"

You have to be angry if someone lets you down.

Han Jing frowned and thought deeply for a long time:

"I want to say...I miss you so much."

Shen Liangzhi: "..."

"I lied to you, are you not angry?"

Han Jing shook his head: "Zhizhi must have a reason to lie to others."

Shen Liangzhi met his trusting eyes and was slightly startled. She wanted to say something, but finally changed her words.

"Go eat first."

.........

Downstairs of Shen Liangzhi’s rental house.

Cheng Lin stood at the elevator entrance with a gift bag in hand, but didn't press the button for a long time.There was a conversation between a young couple chatting at the door of the unit.

"I suspect there is a pervert in our community..."

"what happened?"

"I went downstairs yesterday to get takeout and saw a man dressed in black and wearing a mask, standing at the door of the elevator. He would not go in or out. He would hide when he saw people, as if he was squatting...Others have also seen this. The pervert even comes out at night."

"So scary? Then, baby, I will accompany you to and from get off work these days."

The playful laughter of the two people gradually came from behind.

Cheng Lin was stunned when he heard this, and the bright elevator mirror reflected his current image.

Dressed in black, wearing a mask, not pressing the elevator button...

Seeing the footsteps approaching, he walked towards the safe passage to the side to avoid misunderstanding.

In the dim stairwell, a silhouette stood against the wall.

Cheng Lin was on guard.

The other party turned back slowly.

The two looked at each other.

The guard in Cheng Lin's eyes disappeared, and there was a look of surprise: "Why are you here?"

Shen Yannan sneered: "Shouldn't I ask you this? The Cheng family has gone bankrupt, and you come here to be the doorkeeper?"

Cheng Lin stared at the young man who had no interest in quarreling with others, and it was rare that he didn't choke back.

He sat down on the steps with his gift bag in hand and didn't mind the stairs staining his handmade suit.

The enemy suddenly became silent, and Shen Yannan felt unmotivated, so he also sat down, specially sitting two steps higher than him.

Cheng Lin took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, took a deep breath, and sneered when he saw this:

"Shen Yannan, you are in your twenties, are you childish?"

"If you were mature, you wouldn't be as virtuous as you are today." There was something in Shen Yannan's words.

A good hand is played badly.

Cheng Lin: "How do you think you are so good? Aren't you her brother? The dog is hiding in the stairwell, what use are you?"

Shen Yannan was angry: "You are still her white moonlight cinnabar mole. If you are capable, why don't you go upstairs and knock on her door?"

Cheng Lin was silent for a while: "You are her brother after all. When did she meet the Han family member? Don't you know at all?"

"She follows you every day and never returns home. How can I know?" Shen Yannan was a little irritable, her throat was itchy, and she wanted to smoke.

When I touched my pocket, there was nothing.

He peeked at Cheng Lin's cigarette case, looking uncomfortable: "Are there any more cigarettes?"

He was prepared. If Cheng Lin made things difficult for him and said lines like "Then please beg me," he would immediately start a fight.

In the smoke, Cheng Lin was quiet for a moment, picked up the cigarette case, and handed it to him silently without any embarrassment.

When Shen Yannan took the cigarette, he felt awkward everywhere in his body.

Did this person change his gender today?

He cleared his throat to make himself sound confident, without the slightest hint of humility, and said proudly:

"Where's the lighter?"

Cheng Lin threw the lighter in his hand to him.

The cigarette was lit and both of them fell silent.

Cheng Lin stared at the floor of the stairwell.

In the past two days, he would often think of Shen Liangzhi's expression at the banquet when he said, "I'll slap you too."

When he was at work, sleeping, or even sitting beside Shen Chuyi's hospital bed, a pair of cold and ruthless eyes without a trace of admiration would appear in his mind.

When she didn't reply at first, he thought she was losing her temper, but seeing those eyes, he suddenly lost his confidence.

(End of this chapter)