A friend of Xu Yanfeng met an acquaintance at a hotel.
That acquaintance was none other than Xu Yanfeng's girlfriend from university, who was now a thing of the past.
The two greete...
Tang Yizhou: "..."
After a moment of silence, Tang Yizhou complained with disgust, "Childish or not? It's fine if you don't drink alcohol normally, but now you're eating food for a three-year-old. I think you're going backwards as you get older."
Xu Yanfeng did not refute and played a few games with them. Then he felt it was boring and suggested to leave.
This group of people originally planned to celebrate the New Year together and stay here at night. There were plenty of empty rooms anyway, and they would go home tomorrow. But after hearing what Xu Yanfeng said, they all lost interest.
Before Xu Yanfeng left, he did not forget to take the roses on the table.
Tang Yizhou couldn't help but pat the flower twice, causing a petal to fall off. "I thought you were going to throw it here, so why are you taking it back? You're making me even more curious about who sent you the flowers."
Xu Yanfeng scolded: "Don't touch it."
Tang Yizhou's eyes widened: "You won't let me touch it?"
Fu Li already knew what was going on. She pulled Tang Yizhou, signaling him not to mess around and provoke Xu Yanfeng. He'd be the one to suffer if he pissed him off. Fu Li whispered to him, "Don't ask. Xia Xi sent it." It wasn't clear whether she had delivered it personally or had a runner deliver it.
If it was the former, he probably understood why Xu Yanfeng, a person who didn't like flowers, would cherish this bouquet so much. The meaning was different.
Tang Yizhou's eyes widened, and he whispered back, "True or false? How do you know?"
Fu Li pursed her lips and didn't explain to the idiot.
When they arrived at the club's parking lot, Ling Yan stood beside Xu Yanfeng's car, asking for a ride. She stared intently at the bouquet of roses he was treating so carefully, unsure whether to envy the flowers or the person who gave them them.
Xu Yanfeng opened the back door with one hand and bent down to put the flowers on the back seat.
Ling Yan clenched her fingers and asked him desperately, "A Feng, can you give me this bouquet of flowers? I like it very much. As a boy, you should not be interested in flowers and plants."
She knew Xu Yanfeng. The gentlemanly manners he had been taught since childhood were already ingrained in him. Within a reasonable range, he would not offend a lady or refuse her request.
Especially since they have a friendship since they grew up together.
She just wanted a bouquet of flowers, it wasn't an unreasonable request.