The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 548, but this flower was sent to Mo Jingshen...

The warm cell phone in the room just sounded, and the ink came out in the opposite room, heard the ringing tone of the phone in her room, and saw the bowl that was empty when the staff pushed the dining car out.

It seems that she likes it very much.

At the same time, Xiao Hu suddenly took a huge bouquet of roses and walked out of the elevator. When he came here, he saw the ink in the depths of the door, and suddenly he stumbled: "Ink..."

The man looked at the things in his hand and the 299 red roses were tender.

Ink dark brows silently wrinkled: "What is this?"

"This flower..." Xiao Hu coughed: "The people who have just arrived in the same city have come over and said that they are for the season."

The warm season also suddenly opened the door and saw the bunch of flowers held by Xiao Hu Huai.

She subconsciously jerked her eyes and looked at the ink, although it was clear that all the things that Mo Jingshen had done to her were deeper and heavier than these flowers, knowing that he would never have such a virtual surface, send roses or send He rarely does this kind of gift, but this flower suddenly appears in front of him...

It seems that it is really not the same thing.

What she received just now was the phone call from the same city express, saying that a gentleman had ordered a rose to send to her.

She lives in this hotel, except for Mo Jingshen and Xiao Hu, only another person knows.

Yesterday, when she was resting in the hotel, she took a picture of this from the perspective of the hotel downstairs and sent it to the circle of friends. The text is: This trip is really a normal pain.

When the last "blind date", the aunt's son did not specifically contact her, but the two added WeChat to each other. After seeing her friend circle, the aunt's son asked her where she was on a business trip, and then said that he was a few It is also happening in Beijing, asking if you want to come out and see one side.

Then the season warmth refused. Later, after chatting a few words, I learned that she was at this hotel, but Ji Wen said that it was not convenient to meet friends, and he did not come to see her.

I didn’t expect to send someone a bunch of roses today...

This is the meaning of showing good feelings, she understands.

But this flower was sent to Mo Jingshen...

Xiao Hu holding the flower standing there, did not dare to look at the face of Mo Jingshen, and see that the warm season has come out, and the instinct to give flowers to her.

Ink squinted his eyes: "Take it and let it go."

Xiao Hu’s movements turned around and the flower was about to fall into the warmth of the season. He turned his hair very decisively and put the flower on the nearest dining table with the table high, and then quickly Retreat from the danger range ahead.

It is the latest bright red rose picked up by air to the country, and there are clean water drops on it, which are beautiful and beautiful.

Ink squinted at the heart-shaped card above the flower. The fingers with clear bones pulled the card out, and glanced between the fingers, and then the eyebrows were obviously heavy and cold.

The warm season has not yet been reflected, and the man was directly thrown into the garbage truck of the room cleaning staff passing by.

In the warm season, he did not dare to raise his eyes and glared at him: "Ink Jing Shen, what are you throwing my things?"

She was very shameless for the fact that she had been so touched and soft on him.

Ink deep took a look at the bunch of very unsightly roses, and then his eyes fell on her face: "You like red roses, I will send you a bunch every day."

"I do not want!"

"That's not necessary." The man faintly took the bouquet and picked it up. At the moment the garbage truck had been pushed over, he was about to throw it in.

The season warmed up and rushed over, and before the moment the bunch of roses was about to fall into the garbage truck, he hugged the arm that the man had raised: "It is a good idea that someone else gives me flowers. What are you ruining? What did others send me?"

Ink deep looked down at the little woman and narrowed her eyes.

He remembers that before the divorce, the man who loved the season warmth was not in the minority. There were many flowers sent to her studio, but she was basically rejected by her, or directly asked to take it out and throw it away.

At that time, she was very decisive, and there was no meaning for any man to allow access.

Now this is the shackles of not having a marriage. Even if you don’t want to ruin other people’s minds, you can say this.

He stared at her in blackness: "In order to grab a flower, when I rushed over, my body is so agile? Doesn't the stomach hurt?"

In this case, there are already some dangerous warnings.

The season warmed him a glimpse, and immediately took the flowers and turned back to the room, and slammed the door.

Ink Jing looked at the closed door in front of him, only to feel the sudden jump of the temple.

A little warmth that was hard to find back was interrupted by such a bunch of flowers.

He shouldn't leave the man who had kissed her from the beginning!

......

In the morning, in the name of MN Group, Jiwen went to an exhibition hall in Beijing with the Shine Group to visit and do some exchange work. Since there was a very important exchange dinner at night, I took time to go back to the hotel to rest at noon.

I just had a porridge in the morning. I didn’t want to eat too cold at noon. I didn’t want to eat too light. She took a break at noon for a while, went to a small shop nearby and ate a large bowl of rice noodles. The full stomach is also warm and walks back to the hotel.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that a large bunch of 299 flowers that had been placed in the room were gone, leaving only three red roses in a tall glass vase.

She stared at the three roses, because the aunt’s son gave her a very expensive rose. It’s not a regular rose for a few dollars on the market, so I can recognize it at a glance. These three are her. The three of the 299!

The season went warmly and went out to knock on the door of the ink-deep window until the door opened. The man who had just changed clothes looked at her and let the door open. At the same time, he carefully arranged the cuffs of the shirt and asked: " Not to say that I have to come back to rest? Is this going to rest in my room?"

Said, the man turned into the inside, there is a lot of meaning for her to enter the polite.

The warmth stood in front of the door, and I saw a same glass vase on the table in his room, which contained the same three roses.

"Ink depth, my flowers?"

After the warm season was over, I watched the man buckle the cuffs and put one hand in the trouser pocket. The face was calm and open: "So expensive and beautiful Bulgarian red roses are only placed in your room and sunburned by the sun. It’s too wasteful to wait for it to die. I asked Xiao Hu to go out and send it to the room department, asking them to give each room a few."

The season looked shocked at him: "The roses that others sent me, did you actually give me a share?!"

(End of this chapter)