"Hello, Mr. Qi Yan, this is a bouquet of flowers sent to you by someone else." The courier boy smiled brightly: "Please give me a good review."

"..." Qi Yan took it silently and asked: "Who sent it?"

"Huh?" The courier boy widened his eyes: "Don't you know? Then how can you give me a good review..."

Qi Yan: "..." Oh, so you are entangled with the good review? !

The courier boy sighed and said: "I don't know who sent it either. Why don't you think about it, Mr. Qi Yan, who can send you flowers?"

Qi Yan nodded and said: "Okay, I know."

After the courier boy left, Qi Yan took out a card from the bouquet with handwritten English on it.

——My love.

The European-style handwriting seemed to have been practiced for a long time, and it seemed to be born noble and luxurious. Qi Yan thought about it, this is not Feng Yangao's font... But it does not rule out the possibility that he asked someone else to write it or wrote it himself.

Ninety-nine roses, this is the basis of courtship. Roses are indispensable in almost every courtship.

Although Qi Yan's personality is cold, he really likes these fiery red and brilliant roses, which bloom with more gorgeous colors.

Qi Yan will not consider who sent it, because these are not important... If that person wants to let himself know, he will take the initiative to appear in front of him.

Put the flowers in the most conspicuous position, because their life is limited to these few days.

After receiving the flowers, Qi Yan continued to do his own thing.

Because it is Christmas, Qi Yan is not going to go out for hiking, and wants to have a good rest at home. It was already noon when he cleaned up the house. Qi Yan ate something casually and waited quietly for the night.

Has anyone ever said that Christmas night is the most beautiful?

The lights are bright, the tall trees are hung with colorful lights, the white snow on the road sets off the purple-blue night sky, and the shops on the street are also colorful... Qi Yan likes this kind of night the most. The

afternoon time passed quietly during the nap. At about three o'clock, Qi Yan got up, packed up and prepared to go out.

This place is very close to the Central Square, only fifteen minutes walk. Every Christmas in the Central Square, there will be all kinds of small stalls, selling everything. Each stall will circle around the big Christmas tree to attract the attention of passers-by.

Qi Yan also quite likes such activities. He goes every year, no matter how far away he is.

Qi Yan thinks that every Christmas is more lively than the previous one. He came to an oden stall, bought some warm meatballs to eat, then rubbed his frozen hands and walked along with the crowd.

Look, all of this is his favorite color.

What a pity...

Qi Yan didn't know what he was regretting.

"Look, there's a silly bear in front!" A little child suddenly shouted to his mother, "It's sending balloons! Mom, I want one too!"

The woman ran over with the child and asked the man in the big doll costume for a heart-shaped balloon.

Qi Yan looked at the silly bear, pondered for a while, and walked forward.

"Can you give me a balloon?"

Dai Dai Bear twisted around happily, and clumsily took out a balloon and handed it to Qi Yan. It was also heart-shaped.

Qi Yan took it, retracted two turns of rope, and touched the balloon: "Feng Yangao, this is really unlike you."

The words seemed to be blown away by the wind, and there was no response. Qi Yan sat on the bench behind Dai Dai Bear, holding a balloon in his hand, smiling as he watched a group of children run over and surround Dai Dai Bear.

He just said it casually... or, he was more looking forward to it, this was a surprise given to him by Feng Yangao.

Night fell, all the lights came on, and the gray sky turned purple and blue. Qi Yan looked at his watch, it was already eight o'clock.

Christmas is not like the Spring Festival. There are no programs, but it is a festival for couples to show their love. There were many couples in the square, eating and playing games together. Their cheeks and noses were red from the cold, but they didn't feel cold.

Dai Dai Bear didn't leave, and Qi Yan didn't leave either.

Until Dai Dai Bear ran out of balloons. Qi Yan saw it moving towards a dark alley with heavy steps, so he stood up and followed it silently in that direction, leaving footprints on the soft snow.

When they reached the alley, Qi Yan stood outside the alley, looked at Dai Dai Bear with its back to him, and stopped.

Unable to hide his joy, he curled his lips and smiled faintly, "Feng Yang Ao."

Dai Dai Bear slowly raised his hands and took off his heavy hood.

Just by showing his head and back for the first time, Qi Yan was sure that he was Feng Yangao.

The man smiled bitterly and turned back, his forehead was full of sweat, he looked at Qi Yan with a lonely look, and said softly: "How did you recognize me?"

"Because you invited me." Qi Yan smiled: "You are inviting me, asking you for a balloon."

"I just want to see you up close..."

"Is it close enough now?"

"It's been two years, have you changed?" Feng Yangao changed the subject as if reminiscing: "I am looking forward to seeing you again, but not like now..." He looked at the heavy doll costume on his body, feeling a little disappointed.

Qi Yan followed his line of sight and saw the doll costume, but his mood was exactly the opposite of his.

"I really like this way of meeting." Qi Yan took two steps forward: "It's very interesting, and I'm very happy."

"You..."

"I forgive you."

"What?"

Feng Yangao asked back uncertainly, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"I have forgiven you a long time ago." Qi Yan said lightly: "But I just decided not to hide from you anymore."

"..." Feng Yangao pursed his lips, and his hands tucked into his doll costume gradually clenched, showing his helplessness and nervousness.

He is the president, and he has never encountered such an uneasy thing... It can be said that except Qi Yan, no one and nothing can make him uneasy.

Qi Yan took a few steps forward again, closing the distance between the two.

"Didn't you say you wanted to pursue me? Now you want to back off?"

"No..."

"That means you've started pursuing me." Qi Yan suddenly raised the heart-shaped balloon in his hand: "You gave me a heart."

Feng Yangao looked at the balloon, then looked at Qi Yan, raised his lips and smiled, revealing his usual wicked and arrogant smile.

"Yes, I gave you a heart."

Feng Yangao stepped forward and hugged Qi Yan, tightly encircling his extremely thin body in the arms of the heavy doll costume.

"You have seen me being so unbearable and ridiculous, you have to take responsibility."

Qi Yan smiled, pushed him away, stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Is it okay to be so responsible?"

"Of course."

The shadows on the wall reflected the two people hugging and kissing each other.

[Give you a heart, please let me start over. 】