The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 1008 Jiang Ye: The Secret of the Flower Shop

   "Can work matters be confused with men's matters?" Jiang Ye corrected, "Let your agent come to Huaxing for an interview. Don't worry if there is any negative rumor in China, I will pinch it."

  Shen Qingzhuo sneered, hung up the phone, and took pictures of his wife abroad.

  A zoomed-in version of a beautiful face is close to the camera: "What were you talking about with my brother?"

Shen Qingzhuo's face remained unchanged, the hat of the black jacket was casually buttoned on the top of his hair, he was cold and handsome, his jaw line was clear and distinct, his voice was low and light, and he responded, and said calmly: "Jiang Ye said he was going to become a monk. Monk."

   "Ah, ah?!"

  Jiang Li'an turned pale with shock.

   "No, I want to ask my brother, why he can't think about it so much." Jiang Li'an was heartbroken.

  Shen Qingzhuo took off her cell phone: "What are you asking, can he admit it?"

   Knowing each other for several years, Shen Qingzhuo has understood Jiang Ye's temper thoroughly.

  Death to save face and suffer.

  The proud one refused to bow his head in the slightest.

   Turn over sooner or later.

Jiang Li'an thinks so too, she is wearing a black French dress today, standing on the street in a foreign country, quite exotic, that kind of lazy and glamorous feeling is very attractive, she raised her hand to press down the skirt: "We'd better go back to China early .”

  In China, Jiang Ye just got off the high-speed bridge, and he didn't know how he was hacked. He turned on the turn signal and drove to the door of a flower shop in a small alley.

   "A bouquet of sunflowers."

  The flower seller was born blind, and handed him the packaged sunflowers: "Eight yuan."

  Jiang Ye took it over, standing in a flower shop as if standing in a sea of ​​flowers, his brows and eyes were unexpectedly clean, and he joked lazily: "I have bought it for eight years, and you haven't raised the price anyway, can you make money?"

  The girl pursed her lips and smiled: "It's good to be able to maintain food and clothing. If people are too greedy, they may lose something instead."

   "Sir, do you want to buy a bouquet of roses? The red roses are newly picked today. If you keep giving sunflowers to your friends, occasionally a bouquet of roses will be a surprise."

  Jiang Ye paid: "If you don't change it, I just love this."

  The flower seller just smiled and didn't speak anymore. She has been in the flower shop for many years, but this is the first time she has seen someone who only orders a bunch of sunflowers every year regardless of the wind and rain.

Unfortunately.

   Can't see what he looks like.

   I don’t know who he gave it to, it’s been like a day for decades.

  Is it a lover? Or is it a relative? friend?

  The sense of proportion and secrets between people makes all this a story-like beauty, giving people infinite reverie.

   "Aren't you coming this year?" she asked.

   "Come back next year." Jiang Ye left with a bouquet in one hand, waving his hand against the light, like a cool sailor, his eloquent voice was carried by the wind, and there was an echo in the sky.

Jiang Ye walked out of the alley and old street and looked at the time. It was five o'clock. He was not in a hurry. He walked slowly on the side of the road, stepping on the shadow of the setting sun, and passing the intersection. Passed by.

  Jiang Ye waited patiently for the traffic lights to come, and caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye...

The sky was getting dark, the evening wind was blowing, and there were large expanses of burning clouds in the sky. A four or five-year-old boy was standing in the group of passing cars with a pale face, looking around blankly, his body was so thin, and the wind was blowing him Black and soft hair, shouting in the mouth.

   "Mom, Mom, where are you?"

  At that moment, Jiang Ye's blood froze.

  Vehicles passed behind the little boy rapidly, life and death several times, pedestrians seemed to be unable to see him, watching him coldly, turning a blind eye.

Jiang Ye just glanced at it, his feet seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move. Then, his brain exploded with a bang, and he watched a big truck coming from the corner and hit the boy—— !

No-

   Run! run!

"careful!"

   A voice broke through his throat, and the exit was hoarse.

  Jiang Ye was horrified when he heard his own voice. The familiar scene of the sunset, orange red, and pedestrian street almost made him instinctively rushing towards him—

  (end of this chapter)