Reflecting on feelings

How long is a month? About four weeks and three days.

Either it was over in the blink of an eye, or it was filled with worry and hypnotic torture. Fang Huai and Kong Lingyu belonged to the latter.

Without Kong Lingyu, Fang Huai's life seemed to become monotonous and boring. His family no longer contacted him, and Kong Lingyu no longer came to call him every day. He still lived like he did in the past when he was alone, but he still felt that something was missing.

He tried hard to keep himself busy, but he would still get distracted and think about his relationship problems with Kong Lingyu. He was puzzled and had no answer.

Kong Lingyu's love for Fang Huai is extremely obsessive, like the ever-hot magma, which forcefully erodes Fang Huai's life when he is not paying attention. By the time Fang Huai reacts, he seems to have already become very tolerant of Kong Lingyu.

This caused his once unshakable bottom line to drop again and again.

Whether Kong Lingyu installed a bug in his mobile phone or a pinhole camera in his room, he strangely felt that this was something Kong Lingyu could do.

Fang Huai finds behaviors that are unreasonable or even extreme in the eyes of ordinary people to be strangely normal.

Fang Huai frowned in distress, realizing belatedly that something was wrong with him. "Why am I accepting all this so calmly? Shouldn't I be angry? At least I wouldn't be this calm, accepting everything calmly."

Especially when Li Xuan removed the eavesdropping device and asked him about his relationship with Kong Lingyu, his attitude of rejection was particularly obvious, and he no longer hid his emotions like before.

He also subconsciously didn't want to hear Li Xuan's evaluation of Kong Lingyu. Fang Huai didn't want to hear any bad things about Kong Lingyu from other people.

Fang Huai lay on the long table with his head buried in his arms, his face was covered with soft flesh. When the soft fabric rubbed against his slightly swollen lower lip, it aroused a tingling sensation.

The strange feeling made Fang Huai sit up quickly, supporting his head. His hand unconsciously touched his slightly swollen lips to suppress the strange feeling.

Thinking back to Kong Lingyu's behavior and the wound on his mouth, Fang Huai angrily whispered, "Kong Lingyu, this hooligan!"

After being angry, a slight blush appeared on his fair face. Fang Huai supported his chin and thought: One month is not long, but it is not short either.

He wants to learn to love like those bold and passionate people, and give the other person an appropriate sense of security.

"Perhaps, we should give Kong Lingyu some promises and a sense of security?"

Fang Huai was thinking while playing with the couple's mobile phone pendant that he and Kong Lingyu had pestered him to make together. A trace of irritation suddenly came over him. He looked at the tassel on the pendant. He himself did not expect that Kong Lingyu occupied such a big place in his heart.

"Manager, manager, how are these flowers being airlifted...? Manager, manager!"

"Manager, what are you thinking about?"

The girl's clear voice brought Fang Huai back to reality from his thoughts. Just as he came to his senses, a beautiful pink lily appeared in front of him.

The cheerful and cheerful clerk worked tirelessly to package the fresh flowers according to customer needs. Seeing Fang Huai sitting at the long table in a daze, with flower branches piled at his feet, she asked with her hands on her hips, puzzled, "Manager, are you feeling unwell today?"

"I'm fine." Fang Huai shook his head. The clerk nodded thoughtfully, took the lilies, and said, "I've already packed the flowers. Let me take care of these. Manager, could you please take care of these branches?"

"good."

Fang Huai knew that everyone has their own expertise, so he didn't insist. He went to the utility room to find the cleaning tools and started cleaning.

While trimming the branches, Yan Xiaqing kept an eye on Fang Huai's movements. Seeing Fang Huai clean the flower shop skillfully, she couldn't help but shake her head.

Fang Huai packed up the garbage, looked at her with a puzzled look, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Today, Fang Huai wore a white shirt and black casual trousers that made his legs look long and straight. Standing in the shop full of flowers, he looked gentle and elegant, and very harmless.

Yan Xiaqing admired the handsome guy for a while and said, "Manager, it's a good thing you met me. If you met those guys with bad intentions, you would definitely be taken advantage of by the employees. You might even end up cheating the store and still have to work for them."

During this period of time together, Yan Xiaqing completely understood that the store manager in front of her, who looked cold and introverted, was actually a soft-hearted person with no temper and no airs. His occasional absent-mindedness was his biggest shortcoming, otherwise she really couldn't find any fault with him.

This is much better than the boss Yan Xiaqing had met before.

"No." Fang Huai answered affirmatively: "We will not recruit employees like that."

"Besides..." Fang Huai took the trash aside and said seriously, "I don't have a good temper either."

"Hahaha, okay, okay, I believe the manager."

Yan Xiaqing put the flowers in a tangle and agreed with the serious store manager with satisfaction.

"By the way, manager, when will the other manager come back?" Yan Xiaqing knew that the man in front of her was not the real owner of the flower shop. The real manager was a beautiful woman who had lived abroad for a long time.

Fang Huai's hand-washing movements, "It's unclear at the moment."

One month after Fang Huai and Kong Lingyu made their agreement, Kong Lingyu never appeared in front of Fang Huai again.

After several good friends far away abroad learned from Fang Huai's words that he had conflicts with his girlfriend, they called him every once in a while to inquire about him. Three or four of them were in different regions, and they chatted every day due to the time difference. Fang Huai, who usually had a healthy lifestyle, even developed dark circles under his eyes.

Peng Yue and the others are always worried that Fang Huai is heartbroken and staying at home alone. What if he has the same emotional problems as before?!

Peng Yue even wanted to fly back the next day to take Fang Huai abroad, which made Fang Huai laugh and cry.

Fang Huai always assured them again and again: they were not breaking up, they were just taking a month to properly resolve the problem.

Although they were relieved by Fang Huai's assurance, a few days later Fang Huai received a call from Peng Yue, "Huai, come to the airport to pick me up, I'm exhausted."

Fang Huai drove to the airport to pick up his best friend without even having time to change into his pajamas.

Not only did Peng Yue come back to see him, she also generously opened a flower shop in the best location in the center of Nanshi City.

A wealthy second-generation man who specialized in finance returned to China and opened a flower shop. Fang Huai was puzzled, but Peng Yue was busy putting vegetables into the hot pot. He was sweating profusely from the spiciness and said, "I like flowers. Don't you have someone to help me take care of them?"

She is free and easy-going, and her ideas are always wild and imaginative, but everyone around Peng Yue will indulge her and cover for her. A flower shop is nothing to her, and she can open one whenever she wants.

Fang Huai had long been accustomed to this friend who always acted first and asked for permission later. He poured Peng Yue a cup of tea and said, "Tell the truth."

Peng Yue said with a guilty look, "I'm going back in a few days, so I'll leave the store to you."

"I don't know how, and I'm not in this business." Fang Huai said helplessly: "How about you find a professional to act as your agent?"

Peng Yue refused to do so. He pulled Fang Huai aside, using threats and inducements, and said, "I'm going back to China to find a match. I'll be back in a week at most."

"You don't have to do anything. At worst, you can be a mascot in the store. Participation is what matters!" Peng Yue said, pleadingly. "I've already found a store clerk and negotiated with the flower supplier. You just need to be a mascot in the store. When you have time, report to me about the store's situation."

In the end, Fang Huai compromised after Peng Yue’s repeated requests.

Fang Huai had no experience, but Peng Yue did, and he managed the flower shop in order in just a few days.

Just three days after Fang Huai took office, Peng Yue went abroad. He said he would be back in a week, but there has been no news of his return for half a month.

Fang Huai was forced to do something he was not prepared for and had no choice but to continue running the flower shop with the help of professional staff.

Fang Huai thought about this and washed his hands more vigorously. He recalled the video chat with Peng Yue last night:

"Fang Huai, you don't want me to end up alone, do you?" "The blind date my parents introduced me to this time is really exciting, and he's a sweet-skinned handsome guy. I have to take a look."

"If everything goes well, I'll bring this sweet baby back with me in a while to make amends. Oh, it's almost time, I have to go on a blind date, bye~" Peng Yue threw Fang Huai a coquettish glance and hung up the phone.

The novice store manager who knew nothing was left in the wind.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the employees Peng Yue found are very capable. Not only do they not need Fang Huai's guidance, they can start wrapping bouquets as soon as they start working. Fang Huai also learned a lot from Yan Xiaqing.

Every time the little girl asked when the real store manager would come back, Fang Huai felt guilty because he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Yan Xiaqing touched her nose and couldn't help laughing when she saw Fang Huai's guilty look: "Manager, you've come back to your senses."

Fang Huai smiled stiffly at the clerk and awkwardly wanted to go out to throw away the trash.

"Manager, where are you going?" the clerk called out to Fang Huai. Fang Huai replied, "I'm going to take out the trash, what's wrong with that?"

"Let's throw it all together later. I haven't finished processing here yet."

After hearing this, Fang Huai nodded and sat opposite the girl to help arrange the flowers.

Speaking of throwing away garbage, the girl's pretty eyebrows wrinkled. She asked hesitantly, "Manager, have you seen a skinny middle-aged man recently? He has a slight limp, but his back is always straight."

Yan Xiaqing recalled the middle-aged man's appearance and continued, "He had very long hair and a beard."

Fang Huai picked up the cellophane and tried to make a bouquet. After hearing what Yan Xiaqing said, he thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I've never seen it before."

"He's quite polite. When I was taking out the trash before, he would politely ask me if I could give him the flowers I didn't want anymore so he could take care of them."

Yan Xiaqing touched her nose. She saw that the middle-aged man was dressed simply, clean, and had no peculiar smell. His hair was very long and he was very polite. She didn't seem to have any bad intentions.

"Then you agree?"

The girl shook her head: "No, I just dumped the trash in a cleaner area. If he needs it, he can pick it up himself. I don't dare to gamble."

Yan Xiaqing's approach was correct. Seeing her distress, Fang Huai comforted her, "It's okay. I'll take care of these things from now on."

"You did the right thing, don't be upset."

"Okay." Yan Xiaqing had been feeling a bit annoyed, but after Fang Huai's affirmation, she felt much better. She checked the time and saw that the errand boy was almost here, so she quickly packed the bouquet and placed it at the counter for the errand boy to pick up.

"Manager, your aesthetic is very unique."

Seeing the bouquet of flowers she had wrapped ruined, Yan Xiaqing burst out laughing, but with no ill intentions.

Fang Huai raised his hand to cover the small bouquet of flowers beside him somewhat awkwardly.

He combined the remaining flowers with dogtails to make a small bouquet, and then wrapped them in cellophane. He wrapped the green dogtails into a small heart shape and hung it on the transparent cellophane. The camellias and daisies swaying in the wind were interspersed among the dogtails, looking playful and cute.

"It's a lovely bouquet. You've made progress, Manager." Yan Qingxia complimented him respectfully. Fang Huai placed the bouquet on the table sheepishly and rubbed his neck. "Yeah. I'll keep working hard."

Yan Qingxia tried hard to suppress her laughter. No wonder Manager Peng kept telling her that Manager Fang was very interesting and asked them to get along well. The manager, who had a cold and good-looking face, said seriously that he would work hard, but his ears were surprisingly red.

Very interesting.

There was a man in a suit outside the store. He walked in hurriedly with a serious expression and sharp eyes, looking like he had some bad intentions.

Fang Huai stood up and protected the clerk behind him. "Sir, what flowers do you need?"

The man in the suit pointed at the flower Fang Huai had just made and said, "Do you want to sell this?"

“Not for sale.”

"Sell!" Yan Qingxia and Fang Huai replied.