Looking at the invitation, Yan Rufeng was flattered. "Can I attend the wedding?"
Yan Jiang disliked Yan Rufeng's slowness and threw the invitation to Yan Rufeng.
Yan Rufeng quickly grabbed the invitation. When he looked up, he saw Yan Jiang and said, "Come and take a look, even if you can only be a guest."
Even though Yan Rufeng had his own grievances and stories, so what? The suffering and tears Yan Jiang had endured could never be compensated by anyone.
His parents died long ago.
He is an orphan.
After handing over the invitation, Yan Jiang felt relieved. "I'm leaving now. I have a date with Song Fei tonight."
"...good."
After Yan Jiang left, Yan Rufeng gently stroked the bright red invitation several times before putting it into his suit pocket, close to his chest.
Being allowed to attend the ceremony as a guest was Yan Jiang's greatest kindness to Yan Rufeng.
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Song Fei went to the network security department to guide the work today, and Yan Jiang drove the car directly to the door of the unit.
After making a phone call and learning that Song Fei would not be out for another twenty minutes, Yan Jiang drove around the area.
Finally, Yan Jiang parked the car in front of a flower shop.
What kind of flowers does Song Fei like?
Yan Jiang couldn't make up his mind, so he went online and sincerely asked for help.
Yan Jiang V: [I want to send flowers to Miss Song. What kind of flowers would be best? ]
The comment that was pushed to the top of the trending comments was a picture of a beautifully wrapped bouquet of roses folded from 100-yuan RMB notes.
The flower species is called——
Have money to spend!
When Yan Jiang saw the picture, he should have just laughed it off, but when he thought of Song Fei's love of money, he felt that the flower was very suitable for Song Fei.
Yan Jiang took the cash and hired someone to quickly fold more than 199 money roses.
After get off work, Song Fei didn't see Yan Jiang at the office gate, and she felt a little puzzled.
She took out her cell phone and called Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang had just gotten into the car when he received a call from Song Fei. He said, "Wait at the door for a few minutes, I'll be right there."
"Oh." After hanging up the phone, Song Fei kicked the pebbles with her sneakers out of boredom. When she kicked the twenty-third pebbles, Yan Jiang arrived.
Yan Jiang stopped the car, and Song Fei went to the passenger seat. She opened the door and was stunned when she saw the golden rose on the passenger seat.
Yan Jiang: "These are for you. These are 199 love roses." Yan Jiang picked up the money roses and handed them to Song Fei. "Do they smell good?"
Song Fei cooperated by lowering her head and sniffing, and said, "The fragrance of the copper coins is not strong enough." She meant that the money was too little, not enough.
With his right fist pressed against his lips, Yan Jiang laughed grimly.
When the laughter died down, he opened his wallet and stuffed all his bank cards one by one among the roses.
"Miss Song Fei." Yan Jiang gazed at Song Fei affectionately and said, "I will give you all my property. Can you give me a home?"
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