Close to You

Chapter 107

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The bouquet of flowers was held in the air, and the longer the delay, the heavier it seemed. Lorraine's elbows were tired, and his heart was also sour.

Yu Han, who was one step away from him, had an unclear expression, neither happy nor offended, it can be said that his calmness was a bit weird, and this kind of reaction was beyond Luo Linyuan's imagination.

He once thought that Yu Han might accept it happily or sneer at it, and he would be sad or sad according to the other party's reaction.

Yu Han didn't pick up the flowers, but instead asked, "Why did you send me flowers?"

Without waiting for his answer, he said again: "Oh yes, it will be given to the parent who has done the best handwork."

He raised his hand to take the flowers in Luo Linyuan's hand, the bouquet was pulled out of Luo Linyuan's palm, and the end of the wrapping paper was hooked on his index finger, which made him feel a sense of loss.

It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this. He pursed his lips and frowned, letting others see that he thought he was reluctant to send flowers, and he was reluctant to part with them. Yu Han grabbed the bouquet of flowers and remained silent for a while, as if waiting for him to speak, but when he didn't wait, he nodded indifferently: "Thank you, is there anything else?"

Luo Linyuan shook his head speechlessly, and watched Yu Han walk out. He stared, feeling that things were really unsatisfactory. He went to fetch the water listlessly and watered all the flowers in the office.

Because of inattention, the water splashed on the ground, and it was wet. When I came back to my senses, the footprints of slippers were all over the office. It took him many days to buy, and he came to work with a bunch every day.

Other teachers asked him who to give, but he didn't answer all of them. With a secretive mind, he did what he thought was romantic. Day by day, different flowers filled the office, and he was reluctant to throw them away, so he kept them all.

Until the winter jasmine was bought, the person who was waiting finally came. Lorraine put the kettle aside, squatted in front of the gardenia, rubbed the petals carefully, and said to himself: "Actually, these flowers are all my thoughts, are they too obvious? So you don't know. "

The flower language of gardenia, strong and eternal love, pink calla lily, love you forever, winter jasmine, love forever, the person you send flowers to, the person you like.

It's not Yu Han, do you like it, but I like you, Yu Han.

Lorraine pressed the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He didn't know how long he squatted before thinking of getting up. His legs were numb. He bent down and patted his sore calves with his hands: "It's okay, it's okay, work harder next time." He cheered himself up .

Yu Han who took the flowers was actually not as calm as Luo Linyuan thought. Holding the bouquet of flowers in both hands, he stood outside the director's office for a long time, frowning in embarrassment, not knowing what to do with the flowers.

I said I was going to send it off to my parents, but I was afraid that I would be as affectionate as yesterday. Since Lorraine Yuan said that this is a reward, why bother to add any special meaning to this flower.

Returning to the classroom with the flowers in her arms, Yuyuan straightened her waist and watched her father open her mouth into a small o. When Yu Han sat down, she reached out to take the flowers and smell them. Yu Han moved the flowers away: "Draw your picture."

Taro ball: "Flower, fragrant! Daddy, I want it too!"

Yu Han: "This is Dad's flower."

Taro ball flat mouth: "Stingy!"

Yu Han: "You are already a three-year-old child, it's time to learn what you want and buy it yourself."

Taro ball: "Father... you, as an adult, still robbed me of candy."

Yu Han ignored it, just took the flower and looked at it over and over again, and the taro ball was sketching the real thing next to it, and finally a big yellow flower was formed, which was pasted on the booth.

When I got home in the evening, my aunt saw that my husband had gone out and came back with flowers, so she wanted to find a glass bottle to put them in.

Yu Han said, "Take out the bottle I bought on a business trip to Italy last year."

The aunt gasped and said, "Isn't that very expensive?"

Yu Han: "It's worth it."

I don't know whether it is worth the person who gave the flowers or the flowers.

I don't know if Yu Han is happy, but Han Zhui is not very happy anyway. Just downstairs in the hotel lobby, he hooked up with a hot beauty who was visiting City C, gave him the room number, and the beauty delivered to her door.

Before five minutes had passed, most of his clothes had been taken off, and the doorbell rang.

While ringing and being pounded, accompanied by Luo Linyuan's voice of killing thousands of knives, he shouted outside the door: "Open the door, Han Zhui, open the door quickly! I know you are inside." It was as if he was here to catch a rape, disturbing his good deeds .

The beauty pushed Han Zhui away and put on her underwear: "What are you doing!"

Han Zhui clasped his hands together: "I'm sorry beauty, you go back to your room first."

The beauty didn't want to leave, but was ordered to evict her. She immediately rolled her eyes and opened the door angrily, almost bumping into Lorraine.

Luo Linyuan, who was making a fuss outside, was reeking of alcohol, and when he saw a woman rushing out of Han Zhui's room, he started hiccupping in fright.

The beauty glared at him, but she couldn't bear to scold the swear words she was about to swear because she saw his face clearly, so she just spit out a "crazy" that was almost coquettish.

Han Zhui put on his clothes and came out, carefully maintaining his hair that was scratched by the beauty just now.

He really didn't understand why women liked to pluck their hair so much when they became passionate.

Every time he was terrified because of this matter, if one day his head became bald, he would have no face to go all over the world.

Luo Linyuan was still hiccupping in the corridor, his small body twitching, looking at the beautiful woman who had gone away, and then at Han Zhui: "You, hiccup, you've only been back for a fucking day."

Han Zhui leaned against the door, made a chic posture, and said with a smile, "If you have something to talk about, get out if you have nothing to do."

The corners of Lorraine Yuan's mouth drooped: "What you said is useless..."

Seeing him drinking, Han Zhui sighed, "Did you really sleep him?"

Lorraine pushed Han Zhui away and walked in: "What are you talking about, didn't you ask me to coax him?"

Han Zhui: "So, how did you coax me?"

Luo Linyuan told her about sending flowers, Han Zhui listened carefully: "Did you say why you sent flowers?"

Lorraine thought for a while, but he really didn't, he said, "How could he believe my excuse, it's so fake."

Han Zhui: "Why don't you believe it? Isn't your office the same as a flower shop? There are flowers everywhere. When you give someone something, the worst thing is that it looks too much. You only give him a small part. It seems insincere. Follow the hand to give it away." the same."

Lorraine was in a hurry: "He should know the meaning of flowers!"

Han Zhui: "What do you mean?"

Luo Linyuan: "That's a winter jasmine!"

Han Zhui: "What kind of code is this that I don't know?"

Lorraine didn't want to say it, how dare she say such love words.

That was when he was seventeen years old, he was young and frivolous, but the love words that his brain said to Yu Han made him blush thinking about it now, he couldn't say it, it was a secret between Yu Han and him.

Seeing him hesitating for a long time, Han Zhui sighed, "You might as well give him sunflowers."

Lorraine was startled: "Why?"

Han Zhui: "Xiang~ri~ah." His tone was long and careless.

Luo Linyuan felt that he made a special trip and asked Han Zhui that he was a sand sculpture. Han Zhui couldn't understand his own affairs, and he only used his lower body to think all day long.

Han Zhui said: "You're still drunk, you can't drink enough, how can you drink away your worries when you're in a relationship?"

Lorraine Yuan: "Wine can strengthen your courage."

Han Zhui raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do, you are promising, you want to..." Kill him at his house

Lorraine Yuan: "I'm going to call him."

Han Zhui: "..." Get out, get out, you're a miserable coward all day long.

Luo Linyuan also stopped by to sit down and asked him if he lacked anything. The agent found him for him, and he could see the house right away.

Han Zhui impatiently touched the cigarette and chased away people: "I don't need anything, you hurry up, I will take care of the room for myself, you can chase your man with peace of mind."

Lorraine saw that he had a bad temper, presumably it was because he had just ruined Han Zhui's good deed, and Han Zhui settled accounts after drinking, so he quickly left.

Han Zhui closed the door, probably because his lust was still alive and his anger was strong. In the middle of the night, where should he go to find another woman

Pushing the balcony to the ground, he walked out, intending to smoke a cigarette. When I came out, I found out that the design of this hotel is very good, and there is also a balcony on the side, not far from each other.

The resident next to him was also very leisurely and elegant. On the transparent table was a glass of red wine, an ashtray, and half of a lady's cigarette extinguished. There is still a faint smell of perfume in the air, which is very tempting if there is nothing there.

Han Zhui bit his cigarette and squinted at the floor-to-ceiling windows of that room. At this moment, a hand opened the curtain, and his skin was very white.

The man came out, too tall for a woman, with a big frame. Her hair was not too long, and she was wearing a black nightgown, which was close to the body and silky, outlining the rounded lines of her buttocks.

Han Zhui preconceived it as a woman.

After all, he was smoking women's cigarettes, but when this man leaned forward to take his wine glass, his nightgown was opened a little, revealing his flat chest.

It was a man, Han Zhui sighed in disappointment, the man heard it and looked this way.

At first glance, it was amazing. As a man, it is rare to have such an amazing appearance. With the stained lipstick on his lips and the half-drunk wine on his cheeks, it formed a quite impactful picture.

Han Zhui felt that his undiminished fire suddenly rose, burning in his lower abdomen, forming a ball.

Men are all for sex.

The man felt the aggressiveness in Han Zhui's eyes, and was not very happy: "What are you looking at?"

Han Zhui reached out and touched his lower lip: "This color suits you very well."

The man wiped it with the back of his hand, and when he saw the lipstick, his expression became vivid, ashamed and annoyed.

At this time, a female voice came from the room: "Young Master Guan, I've finished washing."

The man hurried into the room without looking back. Han Zhui leaned on the armrest and looked up at the sky. The moonlight is extremely beautiful tonight, but it is a pity that everyone else is in pairs, and he is the only one to see the beautiful scenery.

Luo Linyuan went down to the hotel lobby, and called Yu Han while he was still drunk.

He was leaning on the leather sofa in the lobby with his fingernails on the edge, waiting for the connection. A heart soaked in wine kept bubbling. The moment he heard Yu Han's voice, the wine turned into lemon juice, sour , Anxiety has also become a grievance.

Yu Han: "Hello."

Lorraine was unhappy: "Hello."

Yu Han's voice reverberated a bit, and there was also the sound of water, as if his voice was soaked in the hot flashes of the bathroom: "What's the matter?"

Lorraine guessed from afar that he was taking a bath, or that after taking a bath, his body became hotter: "Do I have to call you if I have something to do?"

The little lunatic Luo went crazy with alcohol, and Yu Han was taken aback by asking: "What's wrong with you?"

Lorraine Yuan: "Don't you like flowers?"

Yu Han: "..."

Luo Linyuan: "Do you like sunflowers? May I give you sunflowers?"

Yu Han: "Why did you send me flowers this time? Because I take care of my children well?"

Lorraine Yuan: "No."

Yu Han: "Huh?"

His questioning voice was nasal, which was Luo Linyuan's favorite kind, but it was so hatefully indifferent. He said, "Do you have to have a reason to send you flowers?"

Yu Han: "Yes."

Luo Linyuan was blocked by him, and he heard Yu Han ask word by word: "So why did you send me flowers?"

Lorraine's hot face was next to the leather sofa, a line of warm drops of water slid from the eye sockets and cheeks onto the sofa, his throat was tight and trembling: "Because you are spring, always have been."