Chapter 43 Half-ripe mulberry vortex

Zhuang Mowen didn't answer. Instead, he frowned and opened his phone. With a flick of his finger, he quickly flipped to yesterday's chat history.

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Siming: [What flowers did you send?]

Siming: [I'll give you pink roses, what do you think?]

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Pink Rose...

“…”

Zhuang Mowen's chest heaved heavily, his heart in turmoil. He put away his phone and suddenly asked Sang Fu out of nowhere, "You told me your car was scratched?"

The bouquet was presented ostentatiously, and Sanfu held it carefully. She came over and replied, bewildered, "Yes."

"Who shaved it?"

"It's our crew's producer's car." She stopped and placed the pink rose and freesia together, one gentle and the other elegant. Sang Fu tilted her head to look at him, her eyes full of confusion: "What's wrong?"

…

Zhuang Mowen remained silent, his forehead throbbing.

Only Siming's words were playing in a loop in my mind.

"...I think she might not feel anything, especially since my driver scratched her car when we first met. I'm glad she doesn't hate me..."

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"Professor Zhuang, you haven't answered me yet. Did you also give me this bouquet?"

Seeing that Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything and seemed to be in a trance, Sang Fu became even more confused.

Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved as he looked at the bouquet of pink roses that did not have any signed card attached. She didn't know if it was Sang Fu's illusion, but she always felt that Zhuang Mowen's expression was very complicated.

After a long while, he said, "No."

"Who could that be?"

"……have no idea."

Sang Fu went to the sofa to look for her cell phone, wanting to see if the person who sent the flowers was Sheng Weiyao, or if there were any other clues. However, the person next to her took action before her. Sang Fu paused, turned her head sideways, and saw the pink rose in her sight being picked up by someone with one hand.

She was confused and tilted her head to watch his actions: "...Professor Zhuang, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Mowen strode away and placed the bouquet on the shoe rack at the entrance. With his back to her, he spoke in a nonchalant voice, "Since these flowers come from unknown sources, it's better not to take them."

“…”

…

Sang Fu sat on the sofa, unzipped her small leather bag, and took her cell phone out of the inner shell.

At first she thought Sheng Weiyao bought it for her, but after looking around, she found that Sheng Weiyao had not sent her a message today.

The most recent chat was last night. She said she wanted to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend and asked Sangfu to keep her story consistent so as not to be found out by her parents.

After searching in vain, Sang Fu looked frustrated. She was thinking of posting a message to her friends to ask, when a new message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen, and her eyes froze slightly.

"This flower..." Sang Fu breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up from her phone and looked at Zhuang Mowen. "It turns out that it was sent by the producer of our crew."

"He said he gave it to the director team as well, just to have a happy holiday."

"Well," Zhuang Mowen walked over naturally and sat down not far from her, with no surprise on his face. "Then what are you going to do with his flowers?"

Sang Fu didn't think about it too much. She leaned forward and looked towards the entrance. The bunch of pink roses was alone.

She retracted her gaze: "At least you can't withdraw it."

Zhuang Mowen suddenly asked, "Do you want to accept it?"

Sang Fu was stunned by his question: "Is it not possible?"

Since everyone has it, it’s okay for her to keep it.

Noticing the change in her tone, Zhuang Mowen paused and looked at her, the smile that slowly curled up on his lips remained gentle: "It's not impossible."

"But if you add two together, the fragrance will be mixed, and it will be difficult for you to take care of it. It's better to keep only one bouquet."

"But I can take care of it." Sang Fu said seriously, "It's just two bouquets of flowers, Professor Zhuang, aren't you thinking it's too difficult..."

Before the last word fell, Sang Fu's whole body stiffened slightly.

Before she knew it, Zhuang Mowen suddenly leaned closer and raised his hand to support her side.

They were not sitting too close to each other, with enough space for one more person to sit in between, but this safe distance disappeared at this moment as he lowered his head and moved closer.

Unlike the dimness in the car, the lights in the room were bright, so his skin texture and distinct eyelashes were clearly visible.

Zhuang Mowen has very good skin, without any blemishes, and his complexion is fair.

If a man is too white, he tends to look feminine, but because his bone structure is superior enough, there is no trace of femininity in him. Instead, his appearance becomes more handsome and just the right amount of handsome.

"Sang Fu," Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Do you know that flowers cannot be collected casually?"

He kept the second half of the sentence.

Don’t accept flowers casually, especially flowers from men.

"I didn't collect any of it randomly. He said he gave it away to everyone."

Sang Fu always felt that Zhuang Mowen was acting strangely today, ever since she received the bouquet of pink roses. She had clearly told him this at the very beginning.

"You believe what he says." Zhuang Mowen's expression remained unchanged, except for the faint smile between his eyebrows. He stared into her eyes and asked gently, "Are you familiar with him?"

Sangfu didn't know how to answer for a moment.

It's half-cooked.

I don’t see Siming very often. He smiles at everyone and is good at speaking, but he is a nice person.

In silence, the bouquet of blooming freesias in the distance came into view. Sang Fu's mind moved, and her eyes shifted slightly to meet his: "But you also gave me flowers, can't I accept them?"

“…”

He was speechless for a moment, "I am different from others."

"What's the difference?"

"...So in your heart, there's no difference between me and others, right?"

Her appearance was reflected in his eyes.

During the long eye contact, Sangfu's heart beat extremely fast, but she seemed to have forgotten to blink, staring into his eyes without blinking.

The pair of eyes that seemed gentle in the past were now so deep that it was hard to see through. They seemed to be exploring and vaguely lost, but it also seemed as if it was just her illusion.

It was more like an invisible, powerful vortex that sucked her in and she could never escape.

Sang Fu leaned back unconsciously, her center of gravity a little unstable. She reached out to support herself, but pressed on the back of his hand. She retracted her hand and changed her hand.

In the past, once Sangfu made a decision, she would basically not change it.

But this time…

She avoided his gaze: "Then let's keep Freesia."

Without waiting for his answer, Sangfu stood up. She felt like she was sleepy again, otherwise why would her head be like a mess, unable to find direction or thoughts.

"Professor Zhuang, have you booked a hotel?"

Zhuang Mowen still maintained his original posture. He looked up at her when he heard the voice. A smile filled his eyes, but he teased her intentionally: "You left the flowers, but you want to drive me away?"

"No, I mean," she really didn't understand what he meant. She turned around anxiously and explained to him, "It's too late now. If you haven't booked a hotel yet, you can stay at my place for a night."

The last time she mentioned the hotel, Zhuang Mowen's first reaction was to be stunned, so Sang Fu thought that he might not have booked a hotel yet.

The hotels here are fully booked, so it's impossible to check in now. The nearest one will take another 20 to 30 minutes to drive there, and it will be early morning by then.

Zhuang Mowen raised his eyebrows: "Here?"

Sanfu nodded, then pointed sheepishly at the sofa where he was sitting.

"here."

Zhuang Mowen: "..."

…

Sanfu put on her pajamas, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Zhuang Mowen also came back from the car with some clean clothes. She walked out and he went in, and the sound of water started again.

Just at this moment, the front desk brought a new quilt. She held it and spread it neatly on the sofa, then returned to her bed.

There was a new notification in the circle of friends. Sang Fu clicked on it and saw that it was sent by Sheng Weiyao.

She posted two pictures, one of which was a bouquet of red roses filling the entire screen, and the other was a photo of them holding hands. The caption read: [Happiness is two pairs of eyes looking at one future]

Sang Fu silently clicked "like" and followed the comment section with a string of "99". The next second, Sheng Weiyao sent a message: "It's so late, why are you still awake?"

Sanfu: [Just got out of the shower.]

She paused and asked, "Did you have fun today?"

Sheng Weiyao sent a bunch of photos.

[Look, we've checked out so many places. If we only had one day, we'd all go to other cities.]

Sang Fu took a look and found that Sheng Weiyao's new boyfriend was very good at taking photos. He made her look particularly beautiful in the photos. Although Sang Fu felt that it was still a little different from the real person, it was already very good among her previous boyfriends.

She looked through the photos one by one and chatted with Sheng Weiyao for a while. Sang Fu's fingertips rested on the electronic keyboard, hesitating for half a second, and then edited: [Weiyao, are you happy with him?]

Sheng Weiyao was terrified: [Why did you suddenly use such a serious word?]

Sang Fu: [Isn’t that how you post on your Moments?]

Sheng Weiyao: [I've told you many times, I just found it online, you know the atmosphere.]

Sanfu: [...Oh.]

Sheng Weiyao changed the subject: [But, I am indeed very happy. This relationship is better than my previous ones /hehe/]

[But I can't predict how things will develop later. Most relationships have a blooming period. When the flowers fade, I'll just leave.]

Sang Fu smiled softly: "I'm so happy today, don't say anything discouraging."

Sheng Weiyao: [That's not a discouraging statement at all. This is my honest truth. I'm only telling you this because we're close friends.]

After that message, she sent another long voice message.

Sang Fu put on her headphones and clicked play. Sheng Weiyao's voice sounded a little drunken, and no one knew how she had managed to hide it from her parents and return to her room.

She said:

"I guess I was too promiscuous in the past, so God warned me by giving me happiness in batches, each lasting a different length of time. But don't be afraid, Sangfu. You're different. You've never been in a relationship, so your luck over the years must have accumulated..."

If it is you, I believe you will be happy forever."

Sang Fu's nose felt a little sore, and after a long time she replied: [How much did you drink? Why are you suddenly saying this to me?]

"Truth comes out when drunk," she muttered lightly, "Seriously, baby, if you meet someone you feel is right for you in the future, don't reject them like Chen Jiawen did last time. You can also give it a try boldly. When that happens, I will pray to God every day, 'Happiness, happiness, please come to our little Sangfu's palms'..."

…

After taking a shower, Zhuang Mowen walked out of the bathroom, and the phone he left outside vibrated.

He went over to open it, and with a flick of his finger, crossed out the hotel overdue check-in reminder.

…

Sheng Weiyao likes to express her emotions every time she drinks.

But what he said was all true and sincere, which made Sang Fu laugh. Her chest felt sore and swollen, and she was still in a daze when her vision was suddenly shaken.

Sang Fu suddenly came to her senses and raised her head. Zhuang Mowen withdrew his hand and stood up.

"I called you several times but you didn't respond. What are you listening to so intently?"

"Listening to music." Sang Fu said casually and took off her headphones.

"Did your eyes turn red from listening to music?" he asked softly. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, really. I was listening to a ballad," Sanfu sniffed and said, "I'm quite sentimental."

Zhuang Mowen always respected her for what she didn't want to say. He didn't say anything more and looked at the lamp beside her bed. "It's late. Are you going to bed?"

She nodded and put the phone down.

Zhuang Mowen turned off the lights.

The room fell into darkness.

Sangfu snuggled into the quilt, listening to the sounds around her calm down.

She turned over, not even realizing that she was lost in thought, and was looking at the sofa.

For no reason, she remembered the unfinished words he had said.

"Sangfu, actually I..."

Actually, what did he actually want to say to her?

What is the next part that was interrupted?

He said that flowers should not be accepted casually, but he still gave her flowers.

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The author has something to say: A big improvement, Zhuang can spend the night now, and next time I can go to bed hehe