Hearing this sound, Yan Nian was stunned again.
She suddenly discovered that Jiang Beiyuan always liked to stand in a position against the light, so that when she looked at him, he always looked against the light, looking as graceful as a startled giant, swaying in vain, and his outline was not clear.
"It's you, I thought it was—"
Before he finished speaking, Yan Nian stopped in time, pursed his lips, and swallowed the rest of the words.
Jiang Beiyuan calmly continued her conversation, "Who is 'again'?"
"No one... why are you here?"
Yan Nian stood firm and took two steps back. He looked around and saw no trace of He Huaiguang. Where had this kid gone? He was never there when he was needed.
Her alienation made him feel a little lost. Jiang Beiyuan frowned slightly, and his voice was quiet and cold, "Who are you looking at?"
"ah?"
Yan Nian came back to his senses, blinked his eyes, and said truthfully: "I'm looking for He Huaiguang."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Huaiguang appeared and said that he had just gone to the bathroom.
Yan Nian handed him the board in his hand and asked him to take it out.
He Huaiguang first said hello to Jiangbeiyuan, but the latter ignored him, and He Huaiguang focused on the board.
Looking at the words written on it, He Huaiguang laughed heartily, "Xiao Nianzi, you still know how to do business. If Wen Yu knew that you had sold all the flowers he gave you, wouldn't he be mad to death?"
“…”
Yan Nian couldn't laugh, but kept winking at He Huaiguang.
Didn't you see Jiang Beiyuan here? He was so stupid to mention Wen Yu. This guy is really stupid.
He Huaiguang didn't understand Yan Nian's meaning at all, and his smile continued to widen, "One flower costs three yuan, and 999 flowers can be sold for three thousand yuan, which is more than you make in a day!"
"Are you finished yet? Go to work!!"
A man's nonsense can really annoy him to death.
He Huaiguang touched his nose before going out.
Yan Nian's eyes fell on Jiang Beiyuan again.
He had been looking at her with an uncertain expression. His eyes were dark, deep and thorough, his temperament was cold, arrogant and aloof, but also full of energy, completely without the haziness and childishness of last night.
Jiang Beiyuan, who was drunk and had a fever, made Yan Nian feel full of love and affection.
The sober Jiangbeiyuan standing in front of him now looked at her calmly, which made her feel a sense of oppression.
She licked the corners of her mouth and smiled at him, "Did you come to see me? What's the matter?"
Oh, yes, the two of them are still in a cold war, right? Can't she talk to him in this tone
But why did she always feel as if nothing had happened? Was it because seeing him was different last night made her subconsciously ignore her previous unhappiness.
"I'm not here to find you."
Jiang Beiyuan opened his pocket with one hand, reached out and casually pointed at the flowers beside him, "I'm here to buy flowers."
Yan Nian nodded, "What do you want to buy?"
He didn't speak, and was silent for a few seconds, then he said again, "What kind of flowers should I give to a woman?"
Yan Nian was stunned.
"Who are you giving it to?"
"Do you care?"
"... Of course I care. I can clearly tell whether you are giving it to a little girl, a middle-aged woman or an old lady. Different flowers have different meanings. For example, carnations are given when visiting patients. Hope she recovers soon."
Jiangbeiyuan glanced at her.
Her apricot eyes were filled with water, as if they contained a bit of resentment and jealousy, but her clear eyes were always filled with spring water, which always gave him the illusion that she liked him.
(End of chapter)