At four o'clock in the afternoon, Bai Mo returned to his office after finishing his last meeting of the day.

His secretary brought him a cup of coffee, which he took two sips of.

I checked the time and had my assistant call the florist.

After that, I ordered 11 white lilies from the florist.

When his assistant asked him whether the flowers should be delivered to his office or not...

The man leaned back in his office chair, thought for a moment, and said, "Send it to their home."

"Huh?" At home?

Why not just take it home after get off work?

Look at how incredibly stupid he is.

Bai Mo frowned in displeasure and said to him, "Have you never been in a relationship? If I take it back myself, is that still a surprise?"

"I..." The assistant was heartbroken. "Boss, I, I really have never been in a relationship."

I've been single since birth for 26 years.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo couldn't help but think of his past self.

Back then, he knew nothing about romance. All the things lovers learned about—sending flowers and creating romantic surprises—were things told to him by people around him.

At that time, he listened to whatever others said.

Very naive, and also very foolish.

However, that kind of feeling is also very rare.

If he were a woman, he would have been incredibly moved.

I wonder if this woman's heart is made of steel.

Why is she so ungrateful?

Half a minute later, the assistant, who was halfway through the call, turned back to him and asked, "Boss, should we write your name on the card?"

Bai Mo was speechless again. "I won't write."

"Oh, so what's the difference between sending flowers and not sending them?"

The assistant suddenly had a breakthrough.

If it's anonymous, there's no point in sending the flowers.

But then Bai Mo said something else.

Tell him to tell the florist to write on the card: Your Man.

The assistant shuddered upon hearing this.

That's really greasy.

With such clichéd lines, the man actually thought he was being romantic.

The assistant muttered under his breath, actually embarrassed to say anything to him.

Do everything he says.

At exactly six o'clock, Bai Mo's phone rang.

He looked at the name that appeared on his phone screen.

His mouth suddenly split open, and he was laughing like a maniac.

The assistant knew it must have been Miss Bai who called him.

Sigh, in the end, women still prefer men to give them flowers.

The assistant shook his head helplessly, picked up the documents from his desk, and left.

He had just stepped out of the office door.

Bai Mo quickly answered Bai Xuan's call.

He was initially full of enthusiasm and anticipation.

Little did he know, the woman's words were like a bucket of ice-cold water being poured over his head.

White ink... chilling to the bone.

She said, "Don't let anyone send me flowers anymore."

"It saves me the trouble of throwing it in the trash."

"..."

is that so?

Actually, no. The woman was initially quite happy to receive his flowers, but then she suddenly pricked her hand on a thorn on the vine and lost her mood.

However, disappointment aside...

Bai Mo, however, saw another fact in this: "You seem to know me quite well. Even though I was anonymous, you still knew that I sent the flowers."

"Besides you, who else is so old-fashioned?"

And the note says, "Your man?"

What if you run into a woman who's had many relationships and has many men? Who would know who she is?

Well.

Bai Mo was embarrassed.

I have to admit, what she said makes a lot of sense.

But she said he was unsophisticated, which Bai Mo denied.

"I just know that you only have me as a man, who else is there besides me?"

He doesn't say anything else, he just has this confidence.

Every part of this woman, from head to toe, belongs to him.

No matter how many years have passed, he has always been the only man by her side.