Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

The flower delivery man scratched his head and walked to the door. He said with a simple smile, "I also want to deliver according to the address. I offended you just now. Please forgive me. I'll leave immediately."

"Forget it, Zhang Yumeng deliberately made us unhappy. Never mind, I'm going to sleep." Lin Weiwei waved his hand, too sleepy to open his eyes, unwilling to get angry anymore, grabbed the quilt and covered his head, planning to wait until sleep Wake up and settle accounts.

"I'm sorry, then I'll go first." The flower delivery man lowered his head slightly. He looked at the pink carnations on the ground, thinking that they would also throw them away, bent down to pick them up, and was about to leave.

"Wait!" A light flashed across Ji Mingyou's deep eyes, and he chased after him.

The flower-giver stopped walking, hurriedly handed the flowers over, and said awkwardly: "I don't think you guys would want it, but it's a pity that I brought it here. I'm sorry, I'll give it to you."

Layers of pink petals, only one was broken, but still exuding a faint fragrance.

Ji Mingyou shook his head slightly, a cold light flashed across his eyes, the other party was so provocative, forbearance was not his style: "I have an order, take it?"

A car full of flowers was parked downstairs. The flower-delivering man smiled all over his face and said to the guys, "This is a big list. Write down what I told you."

"take note of it."

In the corridor that was quiet not long ago, there was another knock on the door: "Hi, this is a bouquet from Ms. Zhang Yumeng in Ward 4779!"

"I wish you a speedy recovery!"

Under the leadership of the flower delivery man, a cart full of flowers was quickly delivered, and he was about to knock on the door to inquire.

The door of the ward opened. Ji Mingyou crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the wall. Seeing that they were moving fast, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Did the entire ward receive it?"

"No, it's because the supply of flowers from our side is not available. They won't be able to come for a while. What do you think we should do?" The flower delivery man just opened his mouth when he was stared at. Seeing him pointing inside, he lowered his head immediately. Voice, leaned over to report.

Ji Mingyou pondered for a moment, and after asking how much was left, he said in a deep voice: "In this case, temporarily cancel the subsequent orders. When someone asks you, I will make up for the gap after unintentionally revealing it."

"Okay, I understand." The flower delivery man smiled honestly, and walked away after receiving the instruction.

The people who received the bouquet were both surprised and delighted, they all became interested in Zhang Yumeng and started discussing it.

Zhang Yumeng, who was lying on the bed, carefully avoided the wound, her watery eyes flashed with pride, and she said happily: "It's not bad to see the two of them in a state of desperation after going around such a long circle."

Yesterday, after her arm was scratched by the fragments of the porcelain cup, Xu Xiangnan was asked to bring her to this hospital.

It took a lot of money to live in this room, and by chance, Xu Xiangnan calmed down his anger, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

She closed her eyes comfortably, and there was a hasty knock on the door: "Miss Zhang, thank you for sending us the bouquet. It was a waste of money. We came here specially to thank you."

Zhang Yumeng was taken aback, she didn't send flowers to others at all, it must be a trap.

She thought it was Lin Weiwei and the others who were following others to harass her. She raised her head and shouted angrily, "What the hell? Don't play tricks, I won't believe it. If you are sensible, go away. Otherwise, go south It won’t be so simple when you come.”

She will not open the door, and leave when she is tired of shouting.

The people outside looked at the room number in surprise, and said displeasedly: "Why does this person talk like that?"

Then, two families came and saw someone holding a bouquet of flowers, and seeing that they had found the wrong door, they knocked on the door and said, "Miss Zhang..."

After several times in a row, the number of people did not decrease, and the discussion outside the door became more intense. Zhang Yumeng turned around annoyed, but forgot the wound on her body.

She gasped, covered her arms, frowned in pain, got out of bed angrily, and angrily said: "It's none of my business, stay away from me, or I'll sue you."

The discussion outside sounded like undulating sea waves, and some people directly dropped the bouquets: "What is this, it's fine if the door is not opened, and you still have such a coquettish attitude, and you think you have a lot of quality."

"Who are you talking about?" Zhang Yumeng was furious in her heart, being harassed for no reason and accepting other people's yin and yang.

She opened the door angrily, pinched her waist angrily, with impatience in her brows and eyes, and pushed away the person standing in front: "It's endless, right? How much do you agree to make trouble?"

"It was you who sent us the flowers, and it cost you money. Everyone thank you, don't get me wrong." An elder was the first to soften when he saw that something good had happened like this.

The few people who came first said unconvinced: "I don't look like it. This person doesn't believe us and speaks so aggressively."

At this time, a nurse came quickly, walked to the front, looked at Zhang Yumeng who looked bored, pulled him inside, and said in a low voice: "It's a good thing for you to send flowers, but you can't let a large group of people block you here. It disturbs the rest of other patients too much."

"Am I disturbing others? Are you kidding me? Open your eyes and see clearly." Zhang Yumeng thought she was in charge, but she didn't take her side at all, pointing angrily at the people outside the door and shouted.

The situation was even more uncontrollable now, and he directly threw the bouquet on the ground: "Miss Zhang Yumeng's flowers, we will return them!"

Ji Mingyou was sitting at the side reading a book. The quarrel outside was very disturbing. He glanced at his side lightly, propped his chin, touched the tip of Lin Weiwei's nose with his hand, and said in a low voice, "I slept soundly, can't you hear anything?"

Lin Weiwei, who was half asleep and half awake, tilted his head, a cry flew into his ears, opened his eyes with a swipe, and sat up like a retracted spring.

"Finally woke up." Ji Mingyou was startled by this move, his pretty eyebrows frowned, not wanting to wake her up.

"I heard someone calling Zhang Yumeng's name, and I woke up so angry that I wanted to hit someone when I heard this name." Lin Weiwei's hair was messed up, his bright eyes were wide open, and his hands seemed uncontrollable It was shaking, as if it could go berserk at any time.

She looked around and listened to the noise outside: "What's going on?"

"In the name of Zhang Yumeng, I sent a bouquet of flowers to the entire patient floor. I'm afraid they were all blocked at her door. Somehow, there has been a conflict." Ji Mingyou slowly told the story, everything was expected In the middle, the long and narrow eyes flashed brightly, like a smiling fox, calculating every step very well.

Once a conflict occurs, Zhang Yumeng won't be able to stay here for long.

He didn't want his rival to hang around the door all the time, so he had to attack first.
Lin Weiwei's eyes widened in disbelief, his drowsiness faded away, he was so excited that he couldn't speak, and silently gave a thumbs up.

She couldn't wait to get out of bed to watch the excitement, and shouted excitedly: "You are too bad, it is a beautiful counterattack. However, it will cost a lot of money, and the decoration of the dessert shop needs a lot of money. It won't add to your burden."

After she felt relieved, she began to worry again. This was Ji Mingyou's relief from her anger.

Ji Mingyou was startled, seeing her so worried, came up with a bad idea, lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was as low as running water hidden in the forest: "It's okay, but I can't stand the malicious oppression of others anymore, it's for myself Get angry."