Chapter 853 Darling, Come and Hold My Hand (51)
Ye Huai had no interest in the kids' antics.
However, I still want to share it with her.
The man fell into deep thought; he needed to speed things up.
His restlessness was nearing its breaking point.
I really hope to have a formal status so that I can get close to her openly and honestly.
Valentine's Day is just around the corner.
The receptionist called the conference department to inform them that there was a bouquet of roses belonging to Chu Jun.
When Song Jinhuan received the news, she was suspicious. When the elevator reached the first floor, she could see the reception desk and Ye Huai as she walked out.
She paused slightly, then walked over calmly and said softly to the two receptionists who were still blushing, "Hello, I'm Chu Jun from the conference department. I just received a call saying there are some things for me."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man writing something.
And that striking bouquet of roses was right beside him.
Before the receptionist could even speak, she saw Mr. Ye raise an eyebrow slightly, "Mr. Chu?"
He then handed her the roses he had on hand, saying, "These are yours."
The movement was very natural, as if it were just a simple gesture.
Song Jinhuan's face flushed red as she looked up at the man's ambiguous smile, her wisps of hair falling onto his slightly furrowed brow.
She quickly took it and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Ye."
What the other person was writing was tucked into the bouquet in a corner out of sight of the front desk.
That's really bold!
The man smiled slightly. "You're welcome."
The lobby on the first floor was bustling with people.
Someone witnessed this scene and, taking advantage of their departure, rushed to the front desk to gossip.
I was quite disappointed after learning the truth.
"I thought it was a gift from President Ye!"
"I thought Mr. Ye had finally blossomed like an iron tree."
"I didn't expect it to be just something I did casually."
"I'm so envious, I get to receive flowers on Valentine's Day!"
...
Do you like it?
Song Jinhuan had just returned to her workstation when she received a message from the man.
She pursed her lips: "Mr. Ye, we agreed to keep a low profile."
"Besides you and me, no one else will know," Ye Huai replied with considerable certainty.
Song Jinhuan recalled the scene just now, and a wave of heat rose up from her back, and her cheeks were burning hot.
The girl was already beautiful, but now her face is as radiant as a peach blossom, making her even more captivating.
Guo Yue leaned closer, "Was it a gift from a suitor?"
Song Jinhuan took a deep breath and nodded, "Mm."
Guo Yue: "Oh ho, they're quite attentive."
After being teased a couple of times, Song Jinhuan realized she hadn't responded once the person had left.
So I long-pressed the message "Do you like it?" and replied: "Yes, I'm very happy."
Thank you, Ye Huai.
The handwriting on the card is powerful and clear: Happy Valentine's Day.
Song Jinhuan put it away, thought for a moment, and then sent the other person a message: [Let's go on a date tonight.]
The other end replied instantly: 【Okay.】
There were no meetings on the 26th floor that day.
The conference department was happy to have some free time.
As for that person, I wonder how long they've been staring at that dating message.
The upturned corners of her lips never disappeared.
Tonight is always special; we'll have dinner together and then go to the movies.
The lobby of the movie theater was packed with people.
Song Jinhuan and Ye Huai chose a science fiction movie.
"Sanjin, I plan to officially become your boyfriend tonight."
Sanjin: "Good luck, host!"
So, when the movie was halfway through, a hand reached into Ye Huai's slightly curled palm.
Slightly cool, delicate.
Ye Huai opened his eyes slightly, turned his head, and even with the light from the screen, he could only see the girl's profile.
The other person was engrossed in watching a movie.
If the hand in your palm doesn't tremble, it's even more convincing.
The man's lips curled up slightly, and he tightened his grip on her hand.
Desire to destroy the world: 50.
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