Buy flowers and catch bags
Wei Lai, a strange name. Fang Huai had never heard of this name before, so he simply dispelled the doubts in his mind.
"Okay, then I'll contact someone now and have the flowers delivered as soon as possible."
Fang Huai's craftsmanship is not very good, so the flowers in the store are still taken care of by the professional Yan Xiaqing. Occasionally, when Fang Huai is in a good mood, he will make a bouquet for himself.
But every time Fang Huai made a bouquet of flowers, the man in a suit who came to buy flowers last time was like he had installed surveillance cameras in the store. A few minutes after the bouquet was packed, he rushed in, asked the flower shop owner by name, and asked for the bouquet made by him. He scanned the code and carried the flowers out of the store, and his movements were all done in one go.
This made Yan Xiaqing begin to doubt her own aesthetic taste. When the real store manager called back for an "inspection", she hugged the phone and cried loudly: "Manager, I doubt my aesthetic taste can keep up with the times."
Peng Yue, who was very cool abroad, heard the young employee's crying and adjusted the camera guiltily and asked, "Speak properly, what's going on?"
"There's a customer who keeps chasing after the flowers the store manager makes. She's so enthusiastic and generous..." Yan Xiaqing chattered about what had happened in the past few days. Finally, looking at her neglected bouquet, she said, "How about I try the store manager's style and give it one last try?"
After Peng Yue heard this, her expression froze for a moment. She rubbed her face and said, "Why don't you think about it again?"
"If you still want to try it, that's fine." Peng Yue didn't discourage the girl's enthusiasm and said, "But we can't make a series this time. We'll just sell them individually."
"Okay, manager!"
Peng Yue chatted with the girl for a while, and seeing Yan Xiaqing's eagerness to try, he said with a smile:
"Let Fang Huai answer the phone."
"Okay, the two store managers can chat slowly. I'll be busy now."
Yan Xiaqing rolled up her sleeves, looking very motivated. Fang Huai couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips when he saw her.
He rolled up his sleeves, took the phone, walked to his lounge and asked, "What's wrong?"
Peng Yue was in a good mood and touched up her mottled lipstick. She gave Fang Huai a knowing smile and said, "Huai, tell me the truth. What happened?"
Peng Yue is very smart. She just saw Fang Huai's somewhat unnatural expression, which showed guilt, and her hands kept making small movements. She immediately understood that her own Bai Cai must be hiding something from her.
She said in an ambiguous tone: "Is this your family member here to apologize?"
"Are you happy now?"
She smoothed her long hair and blew a kiss to her fiancé who was surfing not far away. He also gave her a sunny smile, which made Peng Yue giggle.
Fang Huai listened to the laughter coming from the phone, couldn't help rubbing his forehead, and said, "No."
He fiddled with the flowers in the vase on the table and said, "Don't think too much."
Peng Yue retracted his gaze, turned his attention back to his friend and said, "Just keep talking tough."
"Huai, when you're in love, you have to be honest. Don't hold it back. If you love someone, you have to say it out loud." Peng Yue boasted, "Just like my handsome little brother. He pesters me every day and keeps saying he loves me. I'm so happy."
Fang Huai listened quietly.
"If he likes you, he must like all of you. Don't feel embarrassed or awkward. Love is only fun if you're affectionate and affectionate."
Frank? Fang Huai supported his head with his hands and listened to Peng Yue's rambling, but Kong Lingyu's face still emerged in his mind involuntarily. Kong Lingyu seemed to like pestering him and said, "I like you so much, I love you so much."
He pondered for a moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his slightly frowned brows relaxed. He said, "I know."
"We just had some issues."
"But these problems will be solved, Peng Yue. I'm trying..." Fang Huai paused. Peng Yue thought he wouldn't hear anything else from Fang Huai. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Fang Huai's gentle but firm voice: "I'm learning how to love him."
Now it was Peng Yue's turn to be stunned. She held her phone and suspected she was hallucinating. She actually heard Fang Huai, who was not good at expressing himself, say, "He is learning to love someone?!"
"Huai, are you serious?! Did I hear it right?!"
Peng Yue asked in disbelief: "Am I really not dreaming? Are you the real Fang Huai?"
Fang Huai pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, and regardless of Peng Yue's shouting, he handed the phone to Yan Xiaqing: "You two can talk about the store's affairs."
"Oh, you're being shy." Peng Yue narrowed his eyes and sighed, "I'll be back in a few days, let's have dinner together then."
"Xiao Yan, I'll give you a big red envelope when the time comes!"
Peng Yue said to Yan Xiaqing with a smile: "You have worked hard during this period."
Yan Xiaqing nodded excitedly: "Okay, thank you, Manager!"
Peng Yue saw Fang Huai gradually walking away from the camera and shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm coming back with my sweet little handsome boy, and you should also bring your shady childhood sweetheart."
Fang Huai staggered for a rare moment, and Peng Yue continued, "It's settled. I'll pick you up at the airport when the time comes."
He was speechless for a moment, staring at Yan Xiaqing's gossipy eyes, and said helplessly: "I know."
Peng Yue had already labeled Kong Lingyu a lot before he even met him. The reason was that they had asked about the conflict between the two that day. He deliberately ignored the installation of surveillance cameras and told them the general situation. Also, because Fang Huai's flowers were always bought by men who looked like bodyguards in a hurry during this period.
Peng Yue immediately thought of the real flower buyer behind the man in the suit. He always teased Fang Huai in an ambiguous tone and also put some strange labels on Kong Lingyu.
Fang Huai also told Kong Lingyu about this matter. At first, Kong Lingyu paused for a while, and then called the next second.
When Fang Huai answered the phone, he heard Kong Lingyu's low, muffled laugh: "It's okay, it's a very novel word."
Fang Huai shook his head, turned around and greeted the two girls, his tone filled with helplessness: "You guys chat, stop teasing me."
He sat at the front desk in a daze.
"Look at Manager Fang. He always appears to be indifferent, but in his heart he really cares." Peng Yue whispered to Yan Xiaqing, "I saw a photo of his boyfriend. He's super handsome, but not as handsome as my Huaijun."
Peng Yue boasted proudly, and Yan Xiaqing pricked up her ears to listen.
"Xiao Yan, wait for the manager to come back and introduce you to someone later. By the way, are you single?"
Peng Yue rolled his eyes and couldn't help but joked when he saw the gossipy look on the little girl's face.
"Boss, I'm single, but I'm not considering finding a partner right now. I prefer money right now!"
Yan Xiaqing was completely unaffected by the handsome guy's temptation. She acted like she loved her job, which made Peng Yue laugh. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll give you a raise when I return to China, and then I'll treat you guys to a meal."
Yan Xiaqing held her chin in shock. Her salary had increased several times, and her current salary was three times her highest salary ever. She would feel embarrassed if it increased again.
The salaries for my previous jobs were very fixed, and I worked myself to death every day. At the end of the month, when I looked at the balance in my bank account, I suddenly felt that life was meaningless. After paying the rent, I lived frugally and didn't even dare to buy basic skin care products.
Finally, her body couldn't bear it anymore, so she decided to resign and came to this flower shop for an interview in a daze. But she was lucky and she was able to stand up and come to this flower shop again.
"Manager, as long as the flower shop remains open, I will continue to work here!"
Even Fang Huai, who had walked out the door and was sitting on a bench at the door to rest, heard Yan Xiaqing's excited voice.
He turned his head to look into the store and saw Yan Xiaqing dancing with her hands and feet while holding the phone. He leaned back on the bench with peace of mind again and looked at the street across the street.
He saw a familiar figure appear opposite him. The man was wearing sunglasses and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand - it was the man who bought flowers not long ago.
Fang Huai immediately sat up straight and looked across. The man's figure soon appeared around the corner.
The man in the suit hurriedly turned several streets and finally arrived in front of a black car. As he stood in front of the car window, a pale hand stretched out. The man's deep voice echoed in the empty car: "You haven't been discovered?"
The bodyguard's eyes flashed under his sunglasses, and he said in a weak tone, "Probably not."
The man sneered, took the bouquet, and just as he was about to take his hand back, he saw a familiar figure at the street corner.
Fang Huai ran all the way and finally caught up with the man in the suit. When he reached the street corner, he could not hold on any longer and leaned against the wall to adjust his breathing. His heartbeat was like the beating of gongs and drums, and the taste of blood rose in his throat.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the familiar black car.
Just as she met the man's gaze in the car, her dry lips parted, "Kong Lingyu?"
Kong Lingyu's hand holding the flowers stopped in mid-air and shook uncontrollably. He saw Fang Huai coughing, so he quickly pushed the door open and ran towards Fang Huai.
"boss?"
The bodyguard asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"
At this time, Kong Lingyu was in no mood to pay attention to him. Holding the flower tightly, he ran towards Fang Huai and held Fang Huai in his arms: "Breathe slowly."
He used his body to support Fang Huai, who had already lost all his strength, and took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe the sweat off Fang Huai's face. He looked at Fang Huai's flushed face with heartache and said, "Why are you running so fast?"
"Boss, water."
The bodyguard, knowing that he had been exposed, quickly handed over some water. Kong Lingyu glanced at him and took it. The bodyguard knew that the matter was over and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Drink some water."
Kong Lingyu pretended to feed Fang Huai, but Fang Huai pushed Kong Lingyu away, took the water, drank a sip, and then looked up at him.
He looked at Kong Lingyu without saying a word. Kong Lingyu was frightened by his gaze. He moved his lips and wanted to explain, but the flowers in his hand were the clear evidence.
"Thank you." Fang Huai's face flushed slightly, with an expression of disapproval.
Kong Lingyu smiled at Fang Huai ingratiatingly: "It's okay."
He hid the bouquet of flowers in his hand behind his back in self-deception. Just when Kong Lingyu was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, Fang Huai pursed his lips, which made Kong Lingyu's heart suddenly rise to his throat.
In the end, Fang Huai just sighed, looked around, turned around and walked outside.
"Can I take you home?" Kong Lingyu was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that something was wrong, and hurriedly followed.
"Kong Lingyu, I'll go back by myself."
Fang Huai said firmly, "Don't forget our agreement."
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