Chapter 187 Am I going to remarry you soon?

Mu Nanyan looked at this scene, a hint of relief appearing on the corner of her mouth.

"It's absolutely true. Everyone, take whatever you want. Even if it means emptying this place out, that's fine."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd suddenly became excited.

Some people couldn't wait to rush into the sea of ​​flowers, some were busy taking photos and posting them on WeChat Moments, and some had already started calculating how much money they could make by reselling them.

Mu Nanyan stepped aside and watched the large field of roses being divided up by everyone. She felt an indescribable joy in her heart.

Taking advantage of the chaotic scene of everyone scrambling for roses, Mu Nanyan calmly squeezed out of the crowd and came to the front desk.

She smiled apologetically at the receptionist:

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

The receptionist waved her hand with a kind smile on her face:

"It's okay, as long as everyone doesn't block the door and affect other people's passage."

She looked out at the bustling scene outside and asked curiously:

"Is it your birthday today? Your boyfriend is so romantic, sending you so many flowers. It's rare to find such a good man. You should seize the opportunity."

Mu Nanyan: ...

Mu Nanyan's mouth twitched slightly, and she was speechless for a moment. She smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject:

"I still have work to do, so I'll go up first. Please help keep an eye on it and try to make sure everyone gets all the flowers."

The receptionist responded readily, "Okay, go ahead. At this rate, it might be gone in a while."

"Thanks."

Mu Nanyan felt relieved and walked quickly towards the elevator, her back looking a little hurried.

When she returned to the floor where her studio was located, she ran into Zhou Ruxuan as she stepped out of the elevator. Zhou Ruxuan smiled and joked:

"Nan Yan, where have you been? Why did you take so long to come back?"

Mu Nanyan said with a gloomy face: "Don't mention it, a psychopath suddenly sent me flowers, and I went downstairs to deal with it."

Zhou Ruxuan immediately perked up, her eyes sparkling, and she asked with a curious look on her face:

"Who is it? Could it be your secret admirer?"

Secret admirer? Lu Yiran? Mu Nanyan sneered in her heart.

If that man was really interested in her, he wouldn't have... She shook her head, shaking off these thoughts, and put on a serious face:

"It's work time now. Work hard and don't gossip about your boss."

"Okay, Grace."

Zhou Ruxuan immediately stood up straight and switched to professional assistant mode in a second, as if the gossiping girl just now was not her at all.

Mu Nanyan was amused by the speed at which her expression changed. She shook her head and said nothing more, then turned and walked towards her office.

Pushing open the door, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the entire space. She took a deep breath, put her worries behind her, and returned to her work.

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In the VIP box of Yunding Tianque, Lu Yiran was having a small gathering with several friends from Haicheng.

As soon as I arrived in Haicheng yesterday, I was dragged out by this group of bad friends on the pretext of showing hospitality.

After hanging up Mu Nanyan's call, Lu Yiran rubbed his temples. An Jiajun immediately came over, his eyes flashing with gossip:

"Who is it? Why do I hear a woman's voice? And what about sending flowers?"

Lu Yiran shook his wine glass helplessly and explained:

"Chu Ci helped me send flowers to my wife, and now he's here to settle the score with me."

He originally thought that Chu Ci had finally done something human, but he didn't expect that he would shoot himself in the foot.

Thinking of Mu Nanyan's cold tone on the phone, Lu Yiran felt his temples throbbing.

"Shouldn't you be happy about receiving flowers? Why are you blaming me?" Qi Fengyao beside him asked in confusion.

An Jiajun sneered:

"Why else could that be? People just don't like it."

Then An Jiajun looked at Lu Yiran again and said teasingly:

"Yiran, you got married without a word back then, and now even your child is this big, and we still haven't met your sister-in-law. When will you bring her out for us to see? I'm curious, what kind of fairy could make a thousand-year-old iceberg like you move your heart?"

Lu Yiran raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes:

"When I catch her again, I will bring her to see you."

Qi Fengyao widened his eyes exaggeratedly:

"Is there anyone that you, Young Master Lu, can't pursue? As the prince of the Beijing circle and the ruler of the Lu family, what kind of woman can't you get?"

An Jiajun shook his wine glass and smiled meaningfully:

"It is precisely because she is different that she is precious. If she were the same as other women, we wouldn't be obsessed with her so much."

"Okay, did you invite me out for drinks, or are you here to gossip?"

"What you said, we definitely invited you out for a drink, but it's okay to gossip a little, right?"

An Jiajun raised his glass with a smile, but Lu Yiran didn't bother to pay attention and tilted his head back to drink the wine in the glass.

Just when the atmosphere was slightly relaxed, Lu Yiran's phone rang again. Qi Fengyao raised his eyebrows and teased:

"Master Lu is quite busy. He went out for a drink and his phone kept ringing. I wonder which beauty it is this time?"

Lu Yiran was too lazy to pay attention. He placed the wine glass lightly on the coffee table and took out his cell phone.

When he saw the caller ID "Chu Ci", a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips:

"Beautiful Chu."

An Jiajun immediately became interested and asked,

"Surname Chu? When did a Miss Chu appear in our circle? When did you meet her?"

After being disturbed by An Jiajun, Lu Yiran's smile deepened. He pressed the answer button and his expression instantly turned cold.

An Jiajun and Qi Fengyao looked at each other, shut up tacitly, and looked like they were enjoying a good show.

After the call was connected, Lu Yiran turned on the speaker and remained silent, waiting for Chu Ci to speak first. Soon, Chu Ci's excited voice exploded from the receiver:

"Yiran, how is it? Is Mu Nanyan very touched? Is she going to remarry you soon?"

An Jiajun and Qi Fengyao's faces changed instantly when they heard the voice. They knew who it was as soon as they heard the voice.

An Jiajun was the first to shout:

"Damn, it turned out to be Chu Ci, I thought she was really a beauty!"

Chu Ci was stunned when he heard that it was not Lu Yiran's voice. He took the phone in front of him and took a look. This was Lu Yiran's phone number. He had not dialed the wrong number.

At this time, Qi Fengyao made an unkind finishing move:

"Chu Ci, Yi Ran just said you are a beautiful woman."

Chu Ci felt a little familiar when he heard this voice, and asked tentatively:

"Feng Yao?"

"Yes, it's me."

"It's really you, you're with Yiran, I thought I had the wrong number."

"It's a rare opportunity for him to come to Haicheng, so Jiajun and I should show our hospitality as hosts."

"The last time Mu Bai and I went there, you didn't even treat us to a drink." Chu Ci grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Isn't it that I wasn't in Haicheng when you came? When you come next time, we won't leave until we're drunk."

The two of them chatted over the phone, completely ignoring the owner of the phone. Lu Yiran's forehead was throbbing with veins:

"Have you guys talked enough? If you want to catch up, why don't you just call?"