Flower shop selling flowers
The man in the suit was obviously confused by Fang Huai and the others, and hesitantly wanted to pick up the bouquet of flowers.
"Then I'll buy it."
"Fifty, thank you for your patronage." Yan Xiaqing winked at Fang Huai, indicating that Fang Huai should take a look.
Yan Xiaqing smiled as she walked towards the man in the suit, wiped the non-existent dust off her hands, and said, "Sir, don't be fooled by the simple packaging of this bouquet of flowers. We airlifted the flowers back this morning. These daisies and roses are the freshest, and it's the best time of year to get flowers of this quality..."
"It's guaranteed to be worth the money, and if you're a member of the flower shop, you can get a discount."
Yan Xiaqing looked at the man's clothes. Since he was wearing glasses and her expression couldn't be seen, she tentatively offered a price: "Fifty, with a discount, how about it?"
The man in the suit was holding a bouquet of flowers and seemed to be hesitating.
Fang Huai also became nervous, as this was the first bouquet of flowers he made.
The man in the suit looked up at the two nervous people, adjusted his headphones and said, "The money has been sent."
The man scanned fifty, took the flowers and walked out the door. Yan Xiaqing widened her eyes in shock, "Sold!"
"Manager, your flowers are sold."
The girl turned happily to look at Fang Huai: "I told you, it's pretty good, there will definitely be an audience for it!"
Fang Huai looked at the man's gradually disappearing back, and only withdrew his gaze after making sure that he had not seen this man before.
He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly. He still had self-awareness.
The sale of Fang Huai's flowers actually gave the girl a lot of motivation. She suddenly turned around to look at Fang Huai, rushed to the operating table, picked up the remaining flowers and started to pack them, muttering, "No, I want to try the small white flower style too, just in case it's really easy to buy."
In less than ten minutes, the flowers packaged by Fang Huai were designated as "little white flowers" in style by Yan Xiaqing, who also clamored to launch a "little white flowers" series.
Fang Huai: "Forget it, as long as you are happy."
However, facts once again dealt a blow to Yan Xiaqing. Her little white flower series was rejected by many customers before it was even launched.
Few people like such an overly simple bouquet. Old customers still tend to choose the original style. Yan Xiaqing also gave up and honestly restored the original style.
After get off work, she went home in a daze, holding her bouquet of dogtail flowers. Fang Huai stood at the door, looking at her lost back and smiled helplessly.
But after thinking of something, he wrinkled his nose and turned back to clean up the flower shop.
Fang Huai cleaned up the flower branches left over from the day, put the tools on the operating table back to their original positions, checked tomorrow's orders, and carried the garbage out the door.
However, he did not meet the middle-aged man Xiaoyan mentioned. He just put the flowers in a cleaner area and left.
Not long after he left, several good friends called him and Fang Huai answered the phone with a smile.
"Huai, are you off work?" Peng Yue's voice chirped over the phone, and several other friends jokingly said, "Hey, did your blind date go well?"
"Huai, have you been busy these days? Have you adapted to your new role as store manager?"
"Today's blind date went very well. That handsome boy has potential!"
Fang Huai nodded: "I just planned to go home. I'm adapting well."
"Then I'll treat you to a meal when you return home."
"Not busy, it's quite interesting." Fang Huai walked slowly on the street. The dim light stretched his shadow very long, and his thin back looked a little lonely.
But when chatting with friends, his tone was relaxed and a little excited, which was not ruled out as being because his flowers were sold.
......
On the corner opposite the flower shop, a black luxury car was parked there all day.
The man in the suit who had just bought flowers turned back and walked towards the car after Fang Huai walked away.
"Boss, Dr. Fang is gone."
The rear window slowly lowered, and a pair of pale, slender hands stretched out from the car and hooked their fingers.
The bodyguard understood and handed the bouquet to the man.
“A lovely bouquet.”
The man carefully fiddled with the bouquet. The light and shadow outside the car shone through the gap, illuminating the upper half of the man's sinister face. His narrow eyebrows raised.
The broad-knuckled palm gently grasped the white tulip, and a hint of displeasure flashed in the dark eyes.
He moved his fingers slightly, and his middle finger and ring finger came together to gently pinch the slender flower stems, pulling out all the pale roses, and then he fiddled with the bouquet with satisfaction.
"Boss, Manager Tan is looking for you."
Hearing the reminder from the front-row assistant, Kong Lingyu frowned, looked out the window and said, "Got it, let's go back to the company."
After hearing the boss's instructions, the driver drove in the opposite direction.
Kong Lingyu looked at the rapidly receding greenery outside the window, pinched his brows in annoyance, carefully put the Tumi aside, and then stared blankly at the foxtail grass swaying in the wind.
The only sound that could be heard in the car was the rustling of cellophane. The assistant and the driver tacitly agreed not to offend Kong Lingyu.
Kong Lingyu reached out and touched the curled leaves of the daisy, suppressing his inner excitement and irritability, as if he could feel Fang Huai's breath through this bouquet of flowers, and only Fang Huai could calm him down.
It would take another half month before he could see his lover, and another half month before he was allowed to appear in front of Maimai.
During this period, the desire to see Fang Huai, hug and kiss Fang Huai turned into an ant gnawing at his flesh and blood, drilling holes in Kong Lingyu's heart and torturing him madly.
The low pressure he exuded made everyone stay away from him, and even some opposing companies did not dare to jump in front of Kong Lingyu.
At the negotiation meeting, Kong Lingyu sharply criticized the other party's useless technology and never gave them any face. Tan Cheng was also very troubled when he saw Kong Lingyu's stubborn attitude.
Now seeing Kong Lingyu's worthless look, he couldn't help but say, "Brother, don't look at me like that. It's not like I dumped you."
Kong Lingyu retracted his gaze, quickly glanced at the document in front of him, and signed it quickly. After seeing the rough proposal, he asked his assistant to invite the person in charge in. Facing the boss with a cold face, the person in charge secretly gave Tan Cheng a look for help.
Tan Cheng put his hands in his pockets and looked like he was leaving it to fate.
"Take it back and redo it. I didn't give you time and project funds to fool me with this half-baked proposal." Kong Lingyu moved the document in front of the person in charge, his expression stern. "Next time I see a proposal that doesn't even have a basic prototype, you can go to the finance department to settle the bill and leave."
"Okay, boss."
The person in charge lowered his head, the back of his shirt was wet with cold sweat. He swallowed, took the documents submitted by his department with trembling hands, and walked out of the office in shame.
"You go out first. I have something to discuss with the boss." Tan Cheng smiled at Assistant Feng, who immediately understood and made room for the two of them.
Kong Lingyu continued processing documents without looking up. Before Tan Cheng could speak, he suddenly blurted out, "I wasn't dumped."
Tan Cheng walked to the desk and touched the white rose petals on the table. Kong Lingyu stopped him with a cold look. He withdrew his hand awkwardly: "Yes, yes, I just want you to reflect for a month. If you haven't been dumped, you still have a chance."
Tan Cheng took advantage of Kong Lingyu's distraction and quickly pulled out a hibiscus flower from the table. He fiddled with it in his hand while looking at the fully wrapped bouquet on the table: "Isn't this flower beautiful? What are you pulling it out for?"
"Heh." Kong Lingyu put the documents aside. His smiling face made Tan Cheng's scalp tingle. He just heard this guy say with a fake smile: "Tan Cheng, is your guy running away again?"
"I heard he ran away to Thailand. Were you dumped?"
Tan Cheng's lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "We are the same, so stop teasing me."
Tan Cheng, whose sore spot was dug, suddenly felt bored. He put the flowers back on the table and rolled his eyes.
Kong Lingyu, in a good mood, unpacked the bouquet, placed the flowers in a vase filled with water, and carefully placed them in front of the photo frame. As for the hibiscus, he placed it in a simple vase with a casual gesture.
The treatment is much worse than just a little.
Kong Lingyu doesn't like the rose hips because they symbolize the end of a relationship, and he doesn't like the meaning. But because they were picked by Fang Huai himself, he couldn't bear to throw them away and could only put the flowers in the most inconspicuous corner.
"Forget it. I don't want to bother with you." Tan Cheng clenched his fists, then relaxed them, and finally said dejectedly, "I didn't ask you to come back just to watch you arrange flowers."
"We've lost He Jiangyun again. This old guy is too cunning."
Tan Cheng sat across from Kong Lingyu and said, "There's nothing I can do about my people."
Kong Lingyu stroked the petals and asked, "Where was he last seen?"
"The last time? It was in Blackwater Lane." Tan Cheng frowned and said, "It was where we lived before, but after discovering our people, they ran away. After that, the private detective staked out there for nearly half a month and didn't come back."
When talking about Black Water Lane, Kong Lingyu sat up straight, and the two looked at each other in silence for a while.
It wasn't known how long it took before Kong Lingyu said, "Forget it, tell them to stop looking."
"Not looking anymore?"
"No, no one can control him unless the teacher crawls out of the urn." Kong Lingyu shook his head and said, "As long as the old guy doesn't provoke us anymore, let him fend for himself."
Black Water Lane was the place where several people had finally climbed out. Kong Lingyu and Tan Cheng still felt sad when they mentioned that place. At that time, it was the place that the four of them wanted to escape from the most. But in the end, He Jiangyun returned to the place he once wanted to escape from and used it as a shelter.
Tan Cheng stood up and walked out of the office, while Kong Lingyu continued to deal with boring and impetuous documents.
A cool breeze blew in from outside the window, and the camellia swayed in the wind, but Kong Lingyu felt displeased no matter how he looked at it.
He moved Tumi to a more secluded corner and picked up the photo frame on the table to examine it carefully.
He looked at Fang Huai's somewhat shy face in the photo frame, and then at Daisy beside him. He traced Fang Huai's face with his fingertips, his eyes tender and a little tired.
A maverick is most afraid of someone caring about him. He will become soft because of his lover, and change from a smooth-talking businessman into a gentle and restrained lover.
Kong Lingyu, who is ruthless and decisive in the company, did not dare to break the agreement this time. He could only follow Fang Huai quietly and watch him go out to eat with friends and open a flower shop. Seeing Fang Huai's lost and dazed look when he was alone, he almost couldn't help but rush out.
"Is Fang Huai thinking about me?"
Kong Lingyu stood not far from the flower shop, his whole body covered tightly, just looking at Fang Huai quietly.
He lowered his head and typed on his phone, sending a message to Fang Huai.
When Fang Huai received the message, he subconsciously looked up, but there was no one in sight. He looked back at the chat interface.
1313: [Maimai, I'm thinking of you, how about you? ]
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