in the years of crushing on you

Chapter 12

Xu Xiao didn't know why Song Zian on the phone was holding back his laughter, and thought he was laughing at him, "I called you to answer your questions, why are you giggling there?"

"Hehe." Song Zian cleared his throat, "I don't know what you have to consult. How can I, an outsider, know so much about this kind of thing? Don't you know if you like him or not?"

Xu Xiao has always been not very clear about these emotional matters, but feels that he is always nervous when he is with Qu Hao, and it seems that he does not have the heartbeat and miss that others say.

"Then what do you think it feels like to like someone?"

"Other people's feelings cannot be regarded as other people's thoughts. Everyone has different ideas about love. If you want to ask me what it feels like to like someone, all I can give is my feeling. If you I really like that person, I miss him and I can't sleep, there will always be."

Xu Xiao seemed to understand it, and made a long hmm on the phone.

"Haven't you thought about one thing? If you really don't care about this person, why did you ask for so long? I remember you broke up with your girlfriend when you were in college. Why didn't you ask me at that time? Heh, Xu Xiao , you are a fan of the authorities, you are deeply involved."

Deep in it?Xu Xiao tapped the back of the phone with some difficulty. "Since you can't tell why, I'll hang up first."

Xu Xiao casually threw the hung up phone on the sofa beside him, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

like?care?Qu Hao?

These words played a role in his mind, but he felt a little irritable, so he closed his eyes and prepared to rest for a while.

In fact, rest was one of Xu Xiao's decisions, and it was extremely useful, because when he got up from bed the next day and was about to go downstairs to buy breakfast, he panicked again.

.....

The second day was still early, and he got up from the bed as usual, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and when he went out, his eyes were blurred and he was still yawning.

After opening the door, a white bag with excellent texture was hung on the handle of the door, and blue-purple bellflower flowers were poking out of the bag.

Xu Xiao frowned, not in a good mood, after all any man would be happy to see himself being given flowers.

Finally, with a little disgust, he took out the wrapped platycodon flowers from the white bag.

There was a small card hanging on the rhizome of the platycodon flower, light blue, when it was opened, the words on it hit Xu Xiao's eyes so easily.

"Good morning. -- Qu Hao."

Neuropathy? ?How can anyone send flowers to men? ?

Xu Xiao thought so, but in action, he first brought the flowers into the room, put them on the dining table, and then took off the small card.

Turning the card over and over several times, staring at the blank space on the back, he thought for a while before running to the drawer under the coffee table and taking out a signature pen.

On the back is written the word "psychopathy."He intended to throw this card into the white bag, and if Qu Hao came back to pick up the bag tomorrow, he would be able to see what he scolded him.

Well, it's a very good idea, and Qu Hao must let Qu Hao know that he is very disgusted with sending flowers.

Xu Xiao angrily threw the card back into the bag, closed the door, and was about to go out for dinner, but when he reached the elevator, he fell back, took out the card, opened the door again, walked to the entrance, Pick up the signature pen that was placed here before.

Then he drew a smiling face after the word 'psychopathy'.

Well, there is no way, if you really use these three words to scold him, maybe he will beat himself!

Xu Xiaoming knew that Qu Hao couldn't do it, but he still used this excuse to draw a smiling face, and at the end of the drawing, he also laughed along with him.

After putting the card into the white bag this time, Xu Xiao didn't care anymore.

He originally thought that Qu Hao was just getting up, so he sent him flowers.

But on the second day and the third day, he found that the white bag had never been moved, and the platycodon flowers in the bag would appear on time every day.

The only thing that has changed is that the small card used to send flowers has somehow become a white palm-sized memo.

The first day on the top is the 'Good morning' written by Qu Hao when he sent flowers on the first day

The following reply is what Xu Xiao said before. "Crazy", and of course that somewhat eye-catching smiling face.

Every day after that, Qu Hao would always leave a message in this book.

Xu Xiao didn't know what to say, so he always left three words every day. "Crazy." It's just that the smiling face on the back gradually turned into his favorite kaomoji.

One sends flowers, the other receives flowers, but they both have a tacit understanding and won't meet each other. They even know each other's time node, but no one will bump into each other on purpose.

Xu Xiao felt that this was already very embarrassing, if they met again, wouldn't it make him speechless?

He thinks that Qu Hao is causing trouble for himself, but his colleagues in the company ask him if he has fallen in love recently, and why he is giggling every day.

Xu Xiao felt that this was a bit embarrassing to ask, couldn't she just smirk without being in love?

Besides, he is also so happy on weekdays, what does it have to do with whether he is in love or not?

It took about three months for Qu Hao to send flowers, and more than half of the paper on the memorandum has been written down.

Both of them thought that this situation would continue forever.

Unfortunately, no.

In the past three months, Xu Xiao rejected Mama Xu's blind dates several times. Mama Xu's good temper from the beginning became unbearable. After all, her temper itself was a little irritable. Focusing on Xu Xiao's marriage.

On this day, Xu Xiao rejected Xu's mother's weekend blind date as usual.

Xu's mother couldn't be more angry. She was already a woman in menopause, and her sleep was light. She got up early and killed her son's doorstep.

But the bouquet of flowers in full bloom in front of the door made Xu's mother look back and forth.

This is obviously the home of her disappointing son.

Why is there a bouquet of flowers in front of the door?Could it be that someone's beauty is pursuing her son?Thinking of this, Xu's mother smiled, took out the spare key, opened the door, picked up the flower along the way, and entered the house.

"Son! Did you get up! Someone outside sent you flowers..."

Mother Xu had just mentioned the word "send flowers", only to realize that the room was full of blue-purple flowers, and there were three vases of such flowers in the living room alone, and she smiled even more. "Hey, it seems that things are going well!"

Mother Xu put the flowers in her hand on the dining table casually, and rushed to Xu Xiao's room.

It was the weekend, Xu Xiao was sleeping on the bed, he was awakened by the movement outside the house, but his mind was still fuzzy, and he saw Xu's mother rushing to his bedside.

"Baby, who gave you the flowers outside the house? We boys can't let girls do this kind of thing!"

Xu Xiao yawned. "What girl? That flower was given to me by Qu Hao, what does he have for a man?"

boy? ?Mother Xu's face suddenly became stiff, and she tried her best to connect the current situation together.

"Why did he send you flowers?"

Xu Xiao turned over. "What other reason is there for sending flowers? Isn't it because he likes me."

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Xu's mother only felt that she was hit by thunder. She looked at her son who was still dozing off and couldn't understand clearly, with complicated emotions in her heart.

When I stumbled back to the living room, the bouquet that looked pleasant earlier had become so ugly.

Look, there are already three vases of flowers on the small tea table in the living room, not to mention today's flowers on the dining table.

She knows best about her precious son.It is the kind of person whose emotional intelligence is not high enough, and whose IQ is not top-notch.

But he is the kind of person who makes people understand at a glance.

He obviously likes that man, so he cherishes these flowers so much.

Maybe my mother is incapable of accepting it, and the platycodon flower in front of her eyes is more and more conspicuous in her eyes.

She walked quickly to the dining table, picked up the platycodon flowers that she happily brought in with one hand, then went to the living room and pulled out all the flower branches from those vases, and threw them into the trash can viciously .

Then he sank into his dantian and roared into the room.

"Xu Xiao, get up quickly, old lady!!"

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emmmmm... for a short while.