"What trouble did you get into?"
"Then, I told you, please don't scold me."
Cheng Jing sniffed and glanced at her. The black glasses were filled with mist, blurring her eyes.
Yan Nian nodded, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart, "You go ahead and say it!"
Cheng Jing sniffed again, took off her glasses, wiped the moisture on them, and then pointed to a large bouquet of pink roses in the corner for Yan Nian.
The originally fresh and delicate pink roses, now have yellow leaves and petals, are wilted, and are dying, as if they will die in the next second.
"I'm really sorry. I forgot that pink roses need to be ventilated for a long time. By the time I found out, the flowers were already like this..."
These pink roses will be used by the sales department tomorrow. I heard that they are to decorate the customer's wedding banquet, but Yan Nian is not sure about this.
But today she has made an agreement with the department to pack the pink roses and send them over early tomorrow morning.
It's better now...
Yan Nian rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Uuwu, I was afraid that you would scold me, so I didn't dare to tell you. I was originally thinking of a remedy here, but unexpectedly, the office door was locked from the outside, and I couldn't get out. "
Hear the words.
Yan Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little thoughtful in his heart.
"Only you and I have the key to the office. How can the door be locked from the outside?"
"I, I don't know, maybe the company security accidentally locked the door!"
"Forget it, it's useless to say this now. If you do this, go to the nearby warehouse and put the refrigerated pink lilies, pink baby's breath, pink Phalaenopsis, and pink gerberas. Anyway, as long as they are pink flowers, you Move them all over here, and bring some grass and leaves!"
"But... can this be done?" Cheng Jing understood what Yan Nian meant and was dubious.
"There is no other way. We can only treat the dead horse as a doctor for the time being. The pink color of the wedding banquet is noble and festive. There are no pink roses now, so we can only use other flowers instead. I will send flowers early tomorrow morning. I will work with them. Just talk about it."
"good!"
Cheng Jing stopped crying, got up from the ground, and ran out quickly.
As soon as he went out, he saw Jiang Beiyuan leaning against the wall.
Cheng Jing was stunned for a moment.
She had just joined the company not long ago, so she didn't know Jiang Beiyuan. She just looked at this man. He was tall and slender, with an angular face and exquisite facial features. He was wearing a khaki turtleneck sweater and a suit jacket. Casually draped over the shoulders, wearing black trousers and a pair of black and gray British-style sneakers.
She is dressed casually and uninhibited, but her temperament is dignified and radiant, making people dare not look directly at her.
"Where's your boss?"
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes fell on Cheng Jing, his eyes were calm, and his voice was low when he spoke.
At this moment, he was leaning against the wall, his black eyes narrowed slightly, his hands folded in his arms, his posture lazy, and his whole body had an indescribable aristocratic temperament.
Cheng Jing swallowed hard, blushed, and replied in a low voice: "The boss is busy inside. She asked me to go to the warehouse next door to bring some flowers..."
"What are you doing carrying flowers after get off work?"
Jiang Beiyuan's voice had always been magnetic, and it seemed rustling in the silent night.
Those eyes are deep and sharp, and one look at you will inexplicably give the other person a heavy and oppressive aura.
(End of chapter)