Buy flowers for the man you like and give them to the woman he likes.
What does this feel like
After Mu Zi hung up the phone, she felt that she was no longer herself. She was not sure whether Yu Jiangqing did this unintentionally or did it intentionally because she knew she liked him.
But it was obvious that, whether intentionally or not, she felt she had been hurt.
Ninety-nine red roses symbolize long-lasting love.
Before the lunch break was over, Muzi bought flowers. She hugged the bright red roses, which were dazzling.
Yu Jiangqing watched Mu Zi put the roses on the table, reached out and took out the card inside, and asked casually, "What love words do you girls like to hear?"
Mu Zi was stunned for a moment and did not react immediately. When she realized what Yu Jiangqing said, her heart seemed to be torn apart.
"I, I don't know." Mu Zi spoke in an awkward voice.
Yu Jiangqing gently stroked the delicate rose, leaned back on the chair and looked at Mu Zi, whose expression was abnormal, "You are not young anymore, personal issues have to be put on the agenda."
Mu Zi found it difficult to maintain his smile, and finally said awkwardly: "If the chief is fine, I'll go do other things first."
"Go." Yu Jiangqing said and put the card on the table. It was empty. He initially planned to tell Mu Zi what he wanted to write and then asked Mu Zi to write it, but after all, it was a girl. He finally I still chose to write it myself.
After he has reached this point, this girl should understand what he means.
Mu Zi's eyes fell on the flower card, and uncontrollable jealousy overflowed from her eyes. She hid it all with her head lowered, and at the same time, there was something else hidden.
Yu Jiangqing raised the corners of her mouth after Mu Zi went out and looked at the heart-shaped card in her hand. How should she write the words in it
Looking back, it seems that he never sent flowers or exchanged love words with Ding Ning.
Guilty sin.
But the idea is simple and the words of love are difficult to express.
He hadn't finished writing the card until he went home in the afternoon.
Yu Jiangqing went back with the roses. Ding Ning was on the phone in the living room at the moment. The little monkey was lying alone in the cradle, so well-behaved that he didn't look like a baby.
Yu Jiangqing put down the roses in his hands and took the little monkey out of the cradle. The soft and waxy little body was his son, Yu Jiangqing. How wonderful.
Yu Jiangqing hugged her son and went directly to the kitchen without hindering Ding Ning from making phone calls.
Ding Ning didn't know who she was talking to on the phone, and she didn't even notice when he came back holding flowers. She rarely spoke, as if she had been listening to the people over there.
It was probably either Ye Yuwei or Xiao Yaojing. These were the only two of her friends.
After Ding Ning finished the phone call, he looked back and saw the roses on the table.
Rose
Ding Ning slowly put away her cell phone, then walked to the table, reached out and picked up the bouquet of roses. There was no need to count, such a large bouquet, according to the tacky agreement, had ninety-nine roses.
Yu Jiangqing gave her flowers
It’s really a rare sight in a hundred years.
Ding Ning lowered his head and found a card inside, and couldn't help but open the card.
[It is better to have broken jade than to be complete. Only with you can the jade be perfect.]
The softest place in my heart seemed to have been lightly hit by someone, soft and sweet.
Ding Ning thought, maybe, this is the feeling of being loved.
but-