Chapter 86: Did you forget what you bit yourself?

The automatic door opened, and the delivery guy, holding a bouquet of flowers, skillfully handed the flowers to Jiang Jibai.

"Miss, your flowers have arrived."

Jiang Jibai held the beautiful and brilliant bouquet of flowers.

This is the seventh bouquet, and today's flowers are smoky purple lisianthus.

The card inside the bouquet clearly revealed who sent the flowers.

What will be written on the back of the card today?

Jiang Jibai took the slightly hard card from the bouquet with his fingertips.

The font is powerful and sharp, but there is tenderness between the lines.

Today, I saw the magnolia flowers blooming by the roadside, as white as snow, and I thought of you again. Did you have a good day today?

The grip on the card by his fingertips tightened slightly.

What she remembered about yesterday was: The weather is very good today, slightly cool and windless. I hope you have a good time today.

The day before yesterday was: Spring has come to Beijing and Huaihai. I am very happy when I think that I can spend the spring in this city with you.

At the end of the sentence, he drew a smiley face.

On the other side of the card was a Q-version of Jiang Jibai with his hair tied up and a smiling face.

The lines are still very crude and the shape is hard to describe.

She pouted, she wasn't that ugly.

Did they plagiarize her techniques from back then? Did they get her consent? Did they pay the copyright fees?

Jiang Jibai stuffed the card back into the flowers and threw the bouquet together with the card into an inconspicuous place at the base of the wall.

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"Here's your coffee, sir." The waiter carefully placed the coffee on the table.

As he bent down, he looked at the man sitting on the chair looking out the window.

He was dressed in a suit and looked very handsome. Even a man like him couldn't help but take a few more glances at his handsome face.

There was a hint of dignity in the faint sense of alienation. Judging from the eyes of countless people he had seen, his intuition told him that this must be a big shot with a considerable background.

He has been coming to their coffee shop, which has little traffic, for many days in a row.

Every time I come, it's almost always the same time and the same location.

Sitting there quietly alone looking out the window.

The waiter couldn't help but wonder what was so interesting outside the window, as there was only a convenience store across the street.

Gu Moyang came back to his senses and said calmly, "Thank you."

He pinched the handle of the cup with his bony fingers, raised his hand, and took a sip of coffee.

The aroma of coffee spreads in your mouth.

He put down the cup and turned his gaze back to the convenience store across the street.

She should have received the flowers. I wonder if she likes them.

I didn’t have the ability before, and I never gave her the beautiful things that girls like.

Jiang Jibai never complained to him or compared himself with others.

She said those things were good-looking but useless.

He now understood that she was defending her ridiculous self-esteem.

I really owe her too much.

Gu Moyang lowered his eyes and took a sip of coffee.

In late March, spring is already visible in Beijing and Huaihai.

The sycamore trees on both sides of the street began to sprout new buds, and the yellow grass began to turn green.

He was too busy in the past few years and had neither the time nor the mood to experience the changes of the four seasons in the city.

Probably because she exists in this city.

He had never looked forward to tomorrow so much.

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Many days passed in succession.

Jiang Jibai can always receive a different bouquet of flowers every day at home or at the convenience store where she works.

The cards lying inside never cease.

Even the drawing of the little people on the cards has improved visibly.

Jiang Jibai stared at the little man on the card and sighed helplessly. Why should he do this?

She couldn't ask him not to send them, and the flowers eventually ended up in the trash.

Every evening, a sanitation worker would always see a bunch of beautiful flowers in the trash can.

It shouldn't be here, the sanitation worker thought.

The bouquet was beautifully and delicately packaged, and it looked quite expensive. It was a shame to throw it in the trash.

I don’t know which rich young man or CEO is suffering in love.

So the sanitation worker took the flower home. The flower was very beautiful and could be kept in a vase for a while.

It was an evening with colorful clouds in the sky as usual.

Jiang Jibai was walking home from get off work with flowers in his hands, and was about to throw them into the trash can on the way home.

In early April in Beijing and Huaihai, the breeze brings warmth.

It is a very comfortable season. The magnolias on the street are in bloom and a light fragrance is floating in the air.

Today's flowers are a bunch of Phalaenopsis orchids, fresh and beautiful.

Jiang Jibai was about to throw the flowers in his hand into the trash can, but unexpectedly he saw a familiar tall figure walking towards him.

Committing the crime right in front of him...seems like a good idea.

Jiang Jibai paused for a moment, then threw the flowers into the trash can in front of someone without hesitation.

Tell him directly with practical actions that you don’t need to send me gifts anymore.

She doesn't need it.

After throwing the flowers away, Jiang Ji walked forward without looking around.

Seeing the bouquet being thrown directly into the trash can, Gu Moyang's face darkened but quickly returned to normal.

The moment they passed each other, he said to her, "If you don't like flowers, what do you like?"

Jiang Jibai stopped and frowned, "I don't like anything."

At the end, he added, "As long as it's a gift from you."

She knew how to hit him right in the heart.

Gu Moyang's eyes dimmed. "Don't you like figurines? Blind boxes are very popular now. You will definitely like them. I'll give them to you and you can open them yourself, okay?"

Jiang Jibai looked at him calmly, "Mr. Gu, you have more money than you can spend. You can spend it on others. Don't waste your time on me. I don't need your flowers or anything from you."

Gu Moyang's face was dead silent.

He feared most that she would so calmly reject all his kindness.

"There is no one else, I only want you, Jiang Nuannuan." Gu Moyang walked in front of her with his eyes lowered, and the setting sun shining through the magnolia flowers cast a halo on his silhouette.

His shadow was stretched out by the setting sun, but it looked so sad.

Jiang Jibai frowned as she felt the pain she hated again.

"Xu Jiaman and I are just ordinary colleagues. I have asked her to leave Heguang. I have never had an improper relationship with other women in all these years." Gu Moyang murmured.

"Believe me, Jiang Nuannuan, what should I do for you to forgive me?"

Seeing Jiang Jibai didn't say anything, he tugged at his collar painfully to ease the dull pain in his chest. The metal dial on his left wrist reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

He didn't wear a tie today, and Jiang Jibai once again saw the clear bite marks hidden under his white shirt.

It's ridiculous.

"Is this what you meant by only wanting me?" Jiang Jibai stared at the red mark and said sarcastically.

Gu Moyang followed her gaze and knew what she saw.

Gu Moyang didn't say anything, but calmly unbuttoned his collar, two, three buttons, until the bite mark appeared in front of her eyes again, extremely clear and glaring.

Gu Moyang's fingertips passed over the mark and he slowly approached her.

Jiang Jibai stared at the trace that was getting closer and closer, his mind went blank.

Until she smelled the familiar agarwood and a faint scent of tobacco, the clear traces suddenly enlarged in her sight and were clearly visible under the bright light.

A low voice fell, "You forgot to bite it yourself?"