"What?" Bai Jiayi thought he didn't hear clearly, "What for?"
Lin Mian was on the phone, when the phone vibrated suddenly, she took the phone away from her ear and glanced, a confirmation text message "Flowers have been delivered" came in.
So Lin Mian replied with one word: "Flower."
Lin Mian still hasn't said that she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, so she polished and copied the love letter she wrote before, and she originally planned to send it to Que Qingyan today.
Bai Jiayi was silent.
How could she have forgotten that when Mianbao was a teenager, the reference material for chasing someone was "One Hundred Practical Skills for Chasing Girls".
During this time, Bai Jiayi was divorcing Mr. Shen, and privately hired a detective to find out about him. He heard Mr. Shen's romantic affairs and casually said: "Mianbao, in fact, sending flowers is already out of date. You can also give away luxury car keys or something, and if it’s more romantic, it’s not impossible to book out the revolving restaurant, and set off fireworks in the suburban camp.”
This sentence was a joke, but Lin Mian thought about it seriously, recalled the money he had saved for so many years, and actually searched for luxury brands on the computer while making a phone call.
"... Mianbao," Bai Jiayi heard her silence, knowing what she was doing without even thinking about it, and asked, "Que Qingyan knew you sent him flowers, what's your reaction?"
Lin Mian also wanted to know.
All she knows now is that the flowers were delivered and received, but she was not the one who sent them, so she still doesn't know how Que Qingyan reacted.
Near noon, the editor called Lin Mian.
Usually, fans of Mr. Mu Mian would send gifts to the magazine. Last time, the editor helped move it once, and there was only one puppet bear left. It couldn't fit in it at that time, so I waited to send it when I was free.
The puppet bear is soft, nearly two meters high when held up, and has a pocket sewn in front of its stomach, in which fans stuff some handmade cookies they baked themselves. Lin Mian tried to hug it, but found that it was too bulky, and her arms couldn't wrap it around.
"We'll have to wait a few days for the next magazine sample, and I'll send it to you, teacher."
The editor was about to leave after delivering the things, and was about to leave when he noticed Mr. Mu Mian pondering over the puppet bear for a moment, put aside the handmade cookies in his pocket, turned into the bedroom, and took out a stack of envelopes.
"Teacher," the editor looked at it strangely and asked with concern, "Is there any problem with the cookie?"
In fact, as long as the gifts sent by fans are edible, the editor will generally filter them out and not send them to Lin Mian. One is that I am afraid that if there is a problem, and the other is that I have been in the editorial department for so long before sending it over, many of them have already expired.
But the one who sent the handmade cookies was a little girl from the marketing department, who was also a fan of Mu Mian, and the editor knew her well, so she helped deliver them.
Lin Mian put the stack of love letters in his pocket and found that the size was just right. His eyes lit up and he replied softly, "No problem."
"..." the editor was silent, "Why do I think we mean two things?"
In the past, Lin Mian wrote dozens of love letters, and the writing style was naive. Last night, she deleted and changed it, and only had time to finish copying seven or eight.
And these seven or eight love letters can just fit into the pocket in front of the puppet bear's belly.
After the editor left, Lin Mian sized up the huge monster in front of him with admiring eyes, carried the puppet bear into the elevator with great effort, and then sent it to the tenth floor with flowers and Buddhas.
Today is the weekend, so I don't know if Que Qingyan is in the apartment.
Lin Mian didn't intend to ring the doorbell. She wanted to deliver the bear and the love letter and went downstairs. A bear stands so conspicuously here that Que Qingyan won't miss it.
She put down the puppet bear, and kindly smoothed its fur before leaving.
The fluff under his hands was soft to the touch, Lin Mian couldn't hold back, and rubbed against it again to hug her.
At this moment, the door beside him clicked lightly, and it happened to be opened from the inside.
As soon as Que Qingyan opened the door, he saw a person and a bear hugging each other tenderly. He paused while holding the doorknob, and said to the phone: "I'll be there later."
Lin Mian was bumped into by him unexpectedly, and after the other party hung up the phone, he obediently stood up straight.
"This bear," Que Qingyan glanced at the puppet bear next to the door, and his eyes fell on her, "is it for me too?"
He used the word Ye. Immediately, Lin Mian was a little indescribably happy, her ears turned red and she whispered, "It's all for you." After a pause, she boldly asked, "Do you... like the flowers I sent you this morning?"
Flowers, puppet bears, these are what girls will like, and they are gifts for girls.
But because she liked it, she gave it to him.
Lin Mian said last night that he would seriously chase after him, and he put it into practice within the first day, like a hamster that only wants to move its nest, and it has the posture to move everything here.
"I... I ordered it for three months," Lin Mian took over the conversation by himself, "They say calla lilies are easy to grow and don't dry up easily... Even if they dry up, new ones will be delivered every day, just water them casually."
Que Qingyan looked at Lin Mian's apprehensive and expectant eyes, paused, and asked quietly, "Three months?"
Lin Mian was a little embarrassed, and asked carefully, "Is the time too short?"
When she ordered flowers, the longest period of flower delivery business was three months, and three months later was the New Year's Eve, and no one came to deliver flowers at that time.
Que Qingyan originally thought that sending flowers once was the limit, but he didn't expect that Lin Mian's order would last three months, and now there is a human-tall puppet bear at the door, if he didn't meet her when he went out just now, the door said Not allowed to be filled with gifts.
His expression moved slightly, and he said calmly: "In the future, there is no need to give other gifts." After speaking, he said, "The flowers have already been ordered, and I will record the number of times."
Count the number of times... Does Que Qingyan still want to pay her back
He must not like such a flat reaction. Lin Mian was a little disappointed, and said along the way: "You don't have to pay it back, I gave it to you..."
Que Qingyan looked down at her, with a smile on his brows and eyes, without explaining, he asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
Lin Mian shook his head.
Lin Mian could not be allowed to go upstairs to stuff him with things, Que Qingyan replied to Cheng Ze's text message, and temporarily brought him along.
Before leaving, she had to deal with the puppet bear standing at the door. Seeing that Que Qingyan noticed the envelope in his pocket, Lin Mian bent down and glanced at the exposed corner of the envelope. Before she could move, her mind was buzzing. With a sound, he directly took his half-stretched hand.
Sending a love letter is one thing, but showing it to Que Qingyan in front of him is another.
"You..." Lin Mian blushed and stammered, "Can I come back and see?"
Que Qingyan knew what it was just by looking at it. He smiled and asked calmly, "Why?"
Lin Mian quickly went through the content of the love letter in his mind, and there was not a single line that could be recounted to him seriously.
She closed her eyes and said confidently for a while, "I'm shy."