Chapter 34 Chapter 34 “Very beautiful, thank you, Boss Qiao. …

"Rose," Tan Du smiled. "This was Zhou Jue's idea. I'm giving it to today's guests."

Qiao Zhuoyi tore his eyes away from the eye-catching petals and said stiffly, "Did Xiao Lu drop it too?"

"Of course not," Tan Du said, "Boss Qiao is our distinguished annual card customer."

"There's only one annual pass." Qiao Zhuo zipped up his cycling raincoat, put on his hat and walked into the rain.

"Give Boss Qiao more next time."

Entering the villa, Tan Du looked at the row of green plants at the entrance and said, "This one of ours is really not very presentable."

"Even if I can't take it out, I've taken it anyway." Qiao Zhuo touched his pocket and remembered that it was uncomfortable when he got the tattoo, so he threw the key into the drawer.

He looked around, and Tan Du pointed: "Is it that basin?"

Qiao Zhuo bent down, took out the key from under the cactus pot, opened the door, and put it back.

Tan Du asked, "Why not put it somewhere else?"

"Why do you want to change it?" Qiao Zhuoyi untied the blanket's chain. "Our ancestor is here. I'll take it for a walk. You can do whatever you want."

Tan Du responded behind him, watched him disappear in the rain, then turned and went in.

After looking around and not finding a vase, I found a disposable cup, filled it with water and plugged it in.

"Where is the vase?" Qiao Zhuoyi stood by the river and called someone.

"Vase?" Qiao Yuyi's gossipy mood was conveyed through her voice. "Who sent you flowers?!"

"It's a gift for becoming a member." Qiao Zhuo replied, touching his earlobe.

"You're still paying for membership? That's rare." Qiao Yuyi was about to say something when someone called her. She answered, "Popcorn..."

"Vase." Qiao Zhuo asked when he had time.

"Go to the room in the corner on the third floor and take a look." Qiao Yuyi yelled, "Coke..."

He hurriedly asked: "How can we make flowers live longer?"

"Nutrient solution," Old Qin answered the phone. "Buy some nutrient solution."

As soon as Qiao Zhuo hung up the phone, he opened the shopping platform and found a bunch of incomprehensible items. He simply bought a little of everything. He was looking at them too intently when he was suddenly pulled by a force and staggered. He sighed, "Don't move. I'll buy you some snacks."

"Ugh—" The blanket rushed back and circled around his legs.

After each of them had satisfied their needs, the man and the dog walked back quickly. The rain had stopped and the temperature had risen a little.

After entering the yard, Blanket suddenly howled towards the sky.

Qiao Zhuo looked up and rushed into the house, shouting, "Tan Du!"

"Here, what's going on..." Tan Du, with his T-shirt tied around his waist, half of his body was sticking out of the kitchen. He was caught off guard by a hand and staggered upstairs.

"Slow down, Boss Qiao."

Qiao Zhuoyi dragged him all the way to the rooftop platform before letting go, pointing to the distant sky: "We caught up."

The colorful arch bridge spans the end of the field, brilliant but short-lived, and is slowly fading away.

“Woof woof——”

Qiao Zhuoyi patted Blanket's head and said, "Got it, great contributor. I'll give you some snacks."

He put his hands on his hips and asked another person for credit: "How is it?"

"Very beautiful," Tan Du looked at him and patted his shoulder, "Thank you, Boss Qiao."

"No, didn't you just..."

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa, each holding a small cake. Qiao Zhuo suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Hmm?" Tan Du swallowed and didn't look at him.

"Are you treating me like a dog?" Qiao Zhuo frowned.

"No." Tan Du raised his eyes and immediately denied it.

"Do you know what I mean?" Qiao Zhuo stared at him while biting the spoon.

"Look at the rainbow..." Tan Du shut up.

Qiao Zhuo waved his fist at him: "You still say no!"

Tan Du laughed: "It's almost time, I'll go back first."

Qiao Zhuo gave him a sidelong glance, put down the cake and fell back on the sofa: "The car keys are in the entrance."

"The rain has stopped," Tan Du said, "I'll drive myself..."

Qiao Zhuo sat up and said, "If you don't want to live anymore, just say so."

"Okay," Tan Du rubbed his nose, "drive back tomorrow morning. There's a good breakfast shop downtown. I'll bring you some."

"Hmm..." Qiao Zhuoyi lay back down again, closing his eyes and saying nonchalantly, "Open the door yourself, the key is still there."

Hearing this, Tan Du glanced sideways at the door. The man under the floor lamp stood straight with one foot on the floor, his eyes rolling uncontrollably under his eyelids, his hands tightly clutching the pillow.

He estimated that if he said anything polite, the pillow would hit him on the head, so he smiled and accepted it.

Sure enough, the narrow waist that was sticking up immediately fell down as if it could not bear the weight, and the calves were hanging on the edge and swaying.

Tan Du walked out of the door with a smile. When he came back in, he immediately saw the large vase on the sideboard. A single rose was leaning against it, with only the petals barely showing, which looked a bit out of place.

"I just found it." Qiao Zhuo yawned, the sound almost coming out of his throat. He walked around him and lay down on the sofa without any movement.

Tan Du guessed that the blanket was squeaking too loudly when the car drove in, waking up the sleeping god.

He called softly a few times, but there was no response, so he put breakfast on the table and quietly retreated.

When the alarm clock rang, the person on the sofa opened his eyes drowsily, dragged himself to wash up, sat down at the dining table, and stuffed the dumplings into his mouth.

After finishing half of the bun, Qiao Zhuoyi suddenly felt like the pause button was pressed. He stared at the buns for a while before he suddenly remembered where they came from and hurriedly looked down to check.

Luckily I remembered to put on clothes.

After a while, the motorcycle roared out and suddenly turned back. The owner of the house, wearing a helmet, walked straight to the sideboard, holding the vase in both hands, and hid in the second-floor bedroom like a thief.