Fallen Wild Rose

Chapter 11 Wild Rose 11
In the next few hours, a few photos spread across the group chats at an extremely fast speed, and various gossip messages were copied and forwarded, and it was already countless how many people saw it.

And the protagonist in the photo was too lazy to deal with it at that time.

The apartment Qin Xi lives in doesn't have many residents, and there are not many people to be seen at night, which has the advantage of being quiet.

She had lived here for a few years, and it had become almost her home, both in sense and in reality.

After all, she hasn't been back to that old house for many years, even during holidays.

Suddenly a soft bell rang in the quiet apartment with lights on.

The doorbell didn't ring, it was her cell phone that rang.

An unfamiliar number with no notes jumped onto the screen, beating regularly.

Qin Xi recognized the owner of this number.

Swipe up to answer without changing his expression.

"I'm at your door."

Hang up the phone, put down the phone, get up and open the door.

The man is tall, with no expression on his face, his clothes are disheveled, and a bunch of hair is raised restlessly, which kind of fits his golden hair color.

Qin Xi had already changed into her home clothes, the off-white color made her already fair skin even whiter, with black hair and red lips, she was cool and self-sufficient.

"what's up."

"I want to chat with you."

"Go ahead."

Lin Zhouli raised his eyes and glanced behind her, seeing all the furnishings in the room: "Won't you invite me in to have a seat?"

Qin Xi moved half a step to the left, leaning sideways to let him in.

The decoration style is simple and exquisite, the main color is warm and cold, mostly beige and white, and the sofa and floor are gray, which is easy to relax.

There are not many decorations in the house, the desktop in the living room is empty, and some of them are necessities other than documents, such as pen holders and paper towels.

The style of the whole house is undoubtedly not very suitable for her.

"My injury is still not healed." It was Lin Zhouli who spoke first.

Qin Xi just put one hand into the pocket of the loose and casual pajama pants, and quietly responded: "I see."

"Qin Mingjing's attack is really ruthless, and it hurts."

I can't quite understand what he meant by this, neither the tone nor the expression are flat.

If it is said that this is after the fall, it is better to say that it is a narrative.

"Oh."

"What happened to his head?"

"It's okay, better than you."

Lin Zhouli also said "Oh": "That's right, after all, he is so ruthless."

The soft slippers barely made any sound when they stepped on the floor. Qin Xi walked to the coffee table and took two sips of the cold tea with a teacup.

Moistened his throat: "What can you do with me?"

Lin Zhouli was silent for a while, and then said silently: "I'm also a little thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water."

Qin Xi didn't say anything, but poured him a cup of tea anyway.

The man didn't sit down, but stood all the time, took the still warm tea, squeezed it in his hand, and gently held the rim of the cup.

"I think I should come to you."

"why?"

The attitudes of both of them are too unlike those who have just torn their skins off for a long time, they are too calm.

He didn't answer, but asked instead: "Qin Xi, why are you angry?"

He even took the initiative to give two answers: "Is it because my actions made you lose face, or... because you like me."

Just when the words were finished, Qin Xi suddenly laughed.

Raising those bright and aggressive eyes, there are two lights from the ceiling chandelier in the pupils, and Lin Zhouli's figure is also reflected in them, looking straight at him without dodging or hiding.

"Not at all." She said slowly and seriously, "Because someone is unhappy, I can only embarrass you, I'm sorry."

Somehow, at this moment Lin Zhouli suddenly thought of the man named Wen Qingzhu.

Blunted: "Is it..."

"Young Master Lin, you're getting tougher." She was still calm, her tone flat and monotonous.

The contrast is stark.

(End of this chapter)