"What are Rose's words?" Jiang Beiyuan asked again.
Why did he ask about the rose? Yan Nian pursed his lips, feeling like a rose thorn suddenly stuck in his heart, and it hurt.
"There are different types of roses, and there are many kinds of flower language. I don't know which one you are asking about."
Jiang Beiyuan didn't know much about flowers, so he casually pointed at a bouquet of creamy yellow champagne roses, "What about this kind?"
"I only love you." Yan Nian explained absentmindedly.
Jiangbeiyuan was stunned.
He looked at her again calmly, but saw that there was no expression on her face, as if the words she just said were just an explanation and there were no other emotions in it.
So, Jiang Beiyuan calmly withdrew his gaze again and pointed at the blue enchantress beside him, "What about this kind?"
Yan Nian: "Every day I think about you."
He nodded and pointed to the white rose next to the blue enchantress, "This kind?"
Yan Nian was focused on nothing else: "It means you are mine."
"What about this kind?" He pointed at the yellow rose again.
Yan Nian patiently said: "Enjoy the time with you."
Jiang Beiyuan's lip line had a slight upward curve, and he pointed in a circle and finally landed on the final red rose.
The delicate red rose blooms in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing. This is the flower that eternally interprets love, and everyone knows its meaning.
But Jiangbeiyuan didn't seem to know.
He once again showed the spirit of not being ashamed to ask questions, asking Yan Nian.
Yan Nian was a little impatient. He didn't even know the meaning of red roses. "Red roses are what I love—"
The word "you" didn't come out of her mouth, and she swallowed it back.
There seems to be something not quite right.
She looked at the man who was a head taller than her and took a deep breath, "So which one do you want?"
Jiang Beiyuan finally made a decision: "I want red roses, 66."
66 flowers
Who wants 66 red roses?
Yan Nian: "They are all 99 or 999, or they are 520 or 521, which means I love you forever."
Jiang Beiyuan thought for a while and nodded again, "One bunch of 521's and one bunch of 66's."
Why does he still want 66
But who is that bunch of 521 for
She really wanted to know, but she didn't know how to ask. These two contradictory thoughts were tangled in her heart and twisted into two ropes, tightening her heart. She had no choice but to bandage Jiangbeiyuan with red roses in silence. One bouquet is a large bouquet, and one bouquet is a small bouquet.
"No need to pay, just treat it as a gift from me!"
It was a rare moment of generosity for her, but Jiang Beiyuan said: "Last time, I paid you 300,000 yuan for your bank card. I will make up for your pocket money this month."
"ah?"
Yan Nian was confused and tilted his head.
"Which bank card?"
"The one where you want to pay me back." Jiang Beiyuan was angry.
Yan Nian knew which one it was. That was the beginning of her and Jiang Beiyuan's unhappiness. She wanted to pay him back that night, but he didn't ask for it. From that day on, they had a cold war.
"The two hundred thousand I still have to—"
Before she finished speaking, she received two cold looks like sharp knives unsheathed, as if to warn her that she could not say any more.
Yan Nian thought to herself that she didn't want to spend the money anyway, so she could just treat it as saving it for him.
"Thank you then. How about I give you another bouquet of roses?"
"Need not."
Jiangbeiyuan said to himself.
"She can't carry that many flowers."
"Ah...are you sending these two bouquets of roses to the same person?"
"Um."
After that he left.
Looking at the man's straight back, Yan Nian's nose felt sore, and the sadness in his heart was like a soaked bun, swelling a little bit.
He never said who he was giving it to. Was it a female colleague, or a friend of the opposite sex
(End of chapter)