As Qiao Nian walked over, the car door opened from the side. The woman in the driver's seat did not get out of the car. She reached out and took off her sunglasses, revealing an ordinary but smoothly contoured oval face underneath the sunglasses.
"Joe."
The woman in the car curled up her red lips and took out a large bouquet of flaming roses from the car. The roses were so dazzling red that they almost caught up with the color of her car.
The woman didn't feel anything at all. She smiled and handed the flower over: "Long time no see~ Hey, this is a gift."
Qiao Nian watched as a bouquet of roses was handed to her. She reluctantly reached out to take it and glanced at the card on the roses.
The card read: Congratulations on reaching the finals.
The handwriting is neat and each stroke is carefully outlined. The pen leaves marks on the hooks, horizontal strokes, left and right strokes, and you can see the seriousness of the person who wrote the card at that time.
The card was not signed.
He just congratulated her dryly without even leaving his name.
She only took one look and knew clearly who had sent her the roses and who had written the card.
Qiao Nian opened the car door and got in, putting the rose in her arms on the back seat. She raised her eyebrows, half-squinted her eyes, glanced at the woman in the driver's seat, and touched her rosy red lips: "Did Lu Zhi ask you to send it?"
She leaned her arm against the car window and spoke in a casual tone, as if she was just asking casually.
But Jian Jin could tell that the girl was not surprised at all, as if she had already determined that the bouquet of flowers was not from her. She rubbed her nose dryly, smiled, and was a little surprised: "How do you know it wasn't from me? What if it was from me? There is no law that only men can give roses."
Qiao Nian held the card between his fingers and threw it in front of her. The card floated down slowly, and the message on the card was particularly eye-catching.
Her eyes were irritated. She raised her hand to push down the brim of her hat, fastened her seat belt, and said, "The handwriting is too ugly."
"???"
After Qiao Nian fastened his seat belt, he leaned back and turned his head to look at her. His eyes under the brim of his hat were so eye-catching that Jian Jin almost lost her concentration.
"Your handwriting is better than his."
Qiao Nianting couldn't understand how a grown man like Lu Zhi could write such ugly words. It looked as if it was scraped out with chicken claws, and was as ugly as the handwriting of an elementary school student.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but say, "Go back and tell Lu Zhi to buy a copybook and practice calligraphy when he's free. It's not his fault that his handwriting is ugly. It's too eye-catching to show it off. Next time, just give flowers, don't write words. People won't want to receive them."
“Hahahaha!” Jian Jin couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she bent forward and backward. When tears were about to come out of her eyes, she put her hand to her mouth and coughed, barely holding back her laughter: “I told him not to write a card, but he insisted on writing it. Let me tell you, anything he wrote is better than what I could ask the florist to write for you. It’s better than what he wrote himself.”
The BOSS has so many tricks up his sleeve, but he is exposed with just one card.
Jian Jin really wanted to laugh, but she was speechless when she thought about someone sitting behind a desk for a long time to write something like this.
You said you had already written it, so why not write a few nice words, or just express your feelings.
The problem is that you have been writing for a long time, but in vain!
Congratulations to Joe for reaching the finals
Qiao is the No. 1 person on the Tianbang list, Sun from the Red Alliance, and the World Software Competition is a very important competition.
The problem is that the person they met was Qiao Nian.
Isn't it normal for Qiao Nian to enter the finals? It would be strange if Qiao Nian didn't enter the finals!
(End of this chapter)