The man casually tossed the roses into the trash can. The bouquet was too big to fit in one trash can, so Shen Shixun stomped on it a few times, doing so carelessly. In the end, the bouquet was completely submerged in the trash can, and not a single leaf could be seen.
Xiang Nanzhi: ...
This is his true face!
Xiang Nanzhi drank a bowl of bird's nest soup and took a nap. No one told her that Song Ze had come; everyone was quite sensible.
Ma Xiaorong rested her chin on her hand and watched over her. After a while, she saw Shen Shixun pick a few chrysanthemums from somewhere and bring them into the house.
Startled, Ma Xiaorong jumped, "Young Master...you..."
"I'll stay with her."
Ma Xiaorong glanced at the chrysanthemums in her hand, wanted to say something but didn't know how, so she nodded and left.
Seeing that she was sleeping, Shen Shixun did not disturb her. He found a vase, arranged the flowers, and placed it where Xiang Nanzhi could see it when she woke up.
To find Zheng Yi, Shen Shixun drove towards the Xiang family's steel factory.
Xiang Nanzhi slept for a long time and was quite lazy. In the late afternoon, she received a call from Zhang Man, who asked if she had finished her trip. The studio had received several big orders, and she and Zhou Zilu were a little undecided.
Xiang Nanzhi didn't even open her eyes. She reached for her phone by instinct, spoke to Zhang Man for a while, and then opened her eyes to see white chrysanthemums...
For a moment, Xiang Nanzhi was still half asleep and didn't realize what was happening, thinking he was dead.
She reached out and touched the chrysanthemum, which was still wet. "Xiaorong, Xiaorong, come in!"
She's not even dead yet, why are you putting white chrysanthemums on her? That's so unlucky.
Ma Xiaorong thought she was unwell and was so frightened that she almost tripped and fell when she entered the room. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Who did this? Are they cursing me? Huh?"
Xiang Nanzhi grew up in the Xiang family and was very particular about these things. Ma Xiaorong glanced at it and also felt that this thing was unlucky. She smiled awkwardly and said, "This... I didn't make this."
She quickly replied, "I don't know where the young master picked it from."
Shen Shixun made those white chrysanthemums. That scoundrel of a man has ulterior motives.
Song Ze gave her red roses one minute, and then immediately gave her white chrysanthemums the next. Was this a warning? If she dared to show him red, he'd make her show white...
"You, you take it right away, call the company's technician and ask how to get rid of this thing."
Throwing it in the trash is not allowed, and putting it in the toilet is also not allowed. White chrysanthemums are quite sacred. It doesn't matter to non-believers, but believers cannot put them anywhere.
Ma Xiaorong nodded mechanically, "Oh, okay, I'll get it out right now, don't be angry."
Shen Shixun had been busy all day, and when he came over, he bought another bouquet of baby's breath from the street vendor. Since she liked flowers, he would give her more flowers; it was too monotonous for city people to always give roses.
It's best for all flowers to bloom.
Xiang Nanzhi should be awake by now; she saw the flowers he had given her.
The man walked into the ward. Xiang Nanzhi sat on the bed, not playing on her phone or doing anything else, her eyes fixed on him.
Seeing that he was holding a bunch of baby's breath, she twitched her lips.
What expression?
Shen Shixun placed the baby's breath next to her. "Where are my flowers?"
How dare he say that? She was already planning not to hold it against him, but he just walked right into the line of fire.
"Have you been having some kind of problem with me lately, or did I say something that offended you?"
"What?"
"Then why did you give me white chrysanthemums?"
Shen Shixun was in a daze. He had promised to give her flowers, so naturally he had to give them to her immediately. He wanted to make up for the roses that Song Ze had given him as soon as possible.
I originally planned to drive out to buy some, but I happened to see many white and yellow chrysanthemums planted outside the hospital. The white ones were beautiful, elegant and aloof, like a pure little fairy.
He guessed that Xiang Nanzhi would prefer white flowers, so he picked a few.
Seeing him stunned, Xiang Nanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Are you going to pretend with me now that you have no idea what giving white chrysanthemums means?"
Shen Shixun asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Sending flowers is a way of showing affection. You can send flowers to someone you like on the grasslands. Rooney also sent Gila many wildflowers of all colors.
In the city, does sending flowers have other meanings?
Seeing his dazed expression and glancing at the baby's breath beside him, Xiang Nanzhi was speechless. "When you go to buy flowers, the shop assistants will always ask you who you're giving them to."
Shen Shixun didn't like talking to people. He bought flowers with a stern face and didn't respond when people spoke to him. He glanced at the baby's breath he had bought and asked, "What's wrong?"
With innocent and harmless eyes, this was the first time Xiang Nanzhi had seen a hint of naivety in his face.
"Chrysanthemums are only used at funerals."
"You gave me white chrysanthemums, white chrysanthemums..."
She's in the hospital right now, so sending her white chrysanthemums would definitely be bad luck. If anyone dared to send her white chrysanthemums at this time, she would make sure they knew why the flowers were so red.
Shen Shixun was taken aback. He only thought it looked nice and didn't think too much about it, but he ended up sending it to the wrong person. "Then..."
"Never mind, if you don't know, then forget it. I thought you were cursing me."
Xiang Nanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Baby's breath is fine to send, but don't send chrysanthemums next time."
"That……"
When Shen Shixun passed by the artificial lotus pond earlier, he was thinking of picking a lotus flower later to give to her. "Is a lotus flower okay?"
"That won't work either."
Xiang Nanzhi then asked, "You bought these flowers, but where did you get the chrysanthemums?"
"Picking it downstairs."
"Shen Shixun, didn't you feel like a lot of people were watching you when you were picking flowers?"
He didn't realize it until she reminded him; once she did, it seemed like a lot of people were watching him.
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