I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

But why do I always feel that he is very fickle?

Is that girl really just his friend?

The more she thought about it, the more conflicted she became. However, she knew she couldn't win the argument with Lu Chen, so Song Qiao could only walk out of the elevator in silence with worry.

Looking back, I saw Lu Chen standing behind the slowly closing elevator door with his hands in his pockets, looking very calm.

If we put aside the fact that he can talk to Qin Wanqing and just talk about appearance, Lu Chen and Yuan Linhao are at the same level, both are quite handsome.

However, there are significant differences in their personalities.

Song Qiao didn't have much contact with Lu Chen and Yuan Linhao, but she could feel that the latter was an excellent and steady person, who had been the "other people's child" in the eyes of his parents since childhood. He must have been a class monitor or league secretary, and was a good student and upright person.

It was also because of this that she had always commented that Yuan Linhao was the "only good man" among Qin Wanqing's suitors.

But Lu Chen...

Song Qiao didn't know whether "sinister and cunning" was the right word to describe him, but she just felt that he was not as serious as Yuan Linhao.

There is even a kind of nonchalant and carefree temperament.

In short, in comparison, Lu Chen is not as good as Yuan Linhao no matter how you look at it.

but......

He looks quite intimidating when he's serious sometimes. What's going on?...

And I feel like getting along with Lu Chen should be much easier than getting along with Yuan Linhao...

and many more!

How could I have such an idea!

Standing in front of Asuka's fortune, Song Qiao suddenly widened her eyes.

Ahhh! Wake up!

Don't be fooled by his few words!

Obviously, scumbags are also like this, okay? !

......

"That was a close call. Luckily I participated in a debate competition in high school..."

On the other side, when Song Qiao suddenly woke up and finally discovered that the scumbag also had the characteristic of being "easy to get along with", Lu Chen was sitting on the sofa reviewing the situation.

Song Qiao’s sudden appearance was undoubtedly a very serious "accident".

If it is not handled properly and she tells Qin Wanqing with exaggerations, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, I took the moral high ground and launched a direct magical attack on her.

That being said, it shouldn't be a big problem.

I have already analyzed the pros and cons so clearly. If Song Qiao still tells on me, it means she is not Qingbao's good friend.

Well, don't panic...

Nodding slightly, Lu Chen stood up and returned to the bedroom. He found the stack of "fake" paintings of Mr. Onion that he had hidden in the closet before and prepared to set up the "exhibition".

There are still five or six hours before dinner. Even if Qin Wanqing comes earlier, it will be around four o'clock at most.

It's totally in time.

"So how do you hang the rope?"

After walking around the living room, Lu Chen took the hook that Qingbao bought, measured it, and made some "designs" in his mind.

Ten minutes later, he had a rough idea in his mind and was about to take action when he saw the pot of astilbe on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye.

"..."

If there is suddenly a pot of flowers in the house, Comrade Xiao Qin will definitely ask where it came from.

I couldn't bear to lie to her, as if there was really something going on between me and Lu Shuyu.

Don't lie to her, that would be even more troublesome...

After thinking for a while, Lu Chen decisively moved the flower pot to the window sill of the bedroom.

It’s not that I’m afraid that Qingbao will see it, but Lu Shuyu said that this flower cannot be exposed to the sun for too long.

The windows of the living room face south, and the sunshine hours are too long, which is not conducive to the growth of flowers.

That’s right, I did this just for this reason!

"Papa~"

After adjusting the position of the flowerpot, Lu Chen clapped his hands and turned to look at the yellow-haired man who had been following him.

"How about putting it here?"

"It doesn't matter... Can this thing be eaten?"

Huangmao looked curious: "It doesn't smell like anything."

"If you eat..."

Lu Chen was also a little curious and took out his phone to check.

You know what, it’s actually edible.

The only thing that is edible is not the flower, but the rhizome. Its Chinese medicine name is Mawei Shen, which can clear away heat and relieve cough, and treat wind-heat colds.

Good guy, if you can't buy cold medicine next time, you can dig out the roots and soak them in water to drink...

Pursing his lips, Lu Chen hesitated for a moment.

Three seconds later, I silently searched "What is the flower language of Astilbe truncatum".

The answer popped up immediately on the page——

【I want to love you clearly. 】

Lu Chen: “…”

Haha, this doesn’t mean anything at all!

100 out of 99 flowers have different language meanings and are all related to love!

Even the damn dogtail grass represents secret love!

This is just a marketing trick made up by the flower shop to sell flowers!!

Lu Chen smiled coldly and thought that it was unnecessary for him to search. Just as he was about to exit the browser, his eyes caught a glimpse of the line of small words below.

[The name of the astilbe comes from Greek mythology, in which the astilbe is called EUROPA, which means "Europa", which is related to the legend of Zeus and the cowherd girl. According to legend, Zeus turned into a cow and fell in love with the cowherd girl, and eventually took her to the sky. The cowherd girl later became the Taurus goddess "Europa"]

【Therefore, Astilbe can also be directly translated as...】

【The Bride from Heaven】

......

......

"Sister, did you visit that boy's house this morning?"

Nanshan District, Yujingtai Villa No. 1.

The bright sunshine poured into the house through the half-open window, bringing a faint scent of flowers with the wind.

The big white bed, which has a medieval European palace style, looks very expensive. The background of the head of the bed is a soft yellow tone, and there is a European-style sofa at the foot of the bed.

There is a window on the east side of the bedroom and a glass door on the south side. There is a terrace outside with many flowers and plants on it.

Strictly speaking, Lu Shuyu did not lie to Lu Chen. Her bedroom was indeed not as big as Lu Chen's apartment, and it did not have a kitchen.

But the others are real!

The reception area, balcony, bathroom, cloakroom... the ceiling height alone is probably one meter higher than Lu Chen's apartment.

"Hey, when did you come?"

Hearing the sound, Lu Shuyu, who was fiddling with flowers and plants on the balcony, turned around and looked at the girl in white dress who appeared behind her at some point.

"It's been a while."

The girl smiled and fiddled with the leaves of a hyacinth. "So when should we invite him to our house? I want to meet him."

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet."

Lu Shuyu's voice was a little tangled: "Shuyue, do you think men like virtuous women?"

"What kind of virtue is that?"

"Like...can you cook?"

“For most people, probably.”

The girl blinked: "Sister, you wouldn't..."

"Oh, don't think too much, I'm just asking casually!"

Lu Shuyu's face turned red. She was obviously the older sister, but she was always teased by her younger sister who was four years younger. If there wasn't a big gap between them in "strength", people would believe her even if she said she was the younger sister.

He turned his head and pretended to spray water on a few green ivy plants. The sunlight was reflected in the mist, forming a small rainbow.

What does that girl look like?

How did she know Lu Chen?

She seems to be very nice to Lu Chen...

so......

Is she really Lu Chen's destined bride...

Chapter 89 Are you performing a ritual?

One o'clock in the afternoon, in a cafe next to Southwest Academy of Fine Arts.

Although it was noon, there were still quite a few customers in the store, most of whom were students from Southwest Academy of Fine Arts.

People were either gathered in groups of three or four, discussing something in a low voice, or sitting alone at a table with a MacBook in front of them, sometimes frowning and clicking the keyboard, sometimes savoring the coffee they had been drinking for an hour, looking like elites.