The domineering president married a sweet wife

Ye Feicheng's words lingered in Mai Yaxi's mind.

like very much.really like.

The corner of her mouth was twitching, and her hair was disheveled. It was messed up on the sofa. She didn't have time to clean it up, so she looked at the back of her head casually, which seemed a bit playful.

She followed it all the way to the airport, read it all the way, and repeated all the precautions that the doctor had told her, without missing a single item.

She even admired her own memory a little bit.

Throughout the whole process, Ye Feicheng looked at her with that soft gaze.He didn't interrupt her or refuse to listen.

Mai Yaxi watched Ye Feicheng get on the plane all the time, her whole heart seemed to fly away with the plane, her eyes were dull, as if she was about to turn into a watchdog.

She also really wanted to become a husband-wife stone, at least she could have no thoughts and misses until Ye Feicheng came back.

Missing someone is happiness mixed with pain, and that kind of complicated emotion makes it hard for her to accept.

It wasn't until the people around her reminded her that she came back to her senses, turned around in two steps, and left the airport.

She can't stay at home, the empty villa, without the presence of Ye Feicheng, that emptiness seems to have turned into a ferocious skeleton, floating stubbornly in front of her, she is very afraid of loneliness, this is the first time she feels this way.

The atmosphere in the company is better, at least amid the noise, it can make her miss a little less.

She went to the company just to make up for the time without Ye Feicheng.

But what she didn't expect was that when she went to the company the next day, there was a bouquet of flowers on her desk.

Is it a city?

Mai Yaxi's first reaction was Ye Feicheng, but then she smiled in relief.

How could it be him!How could it be possible for people in Europe to send their words here.

When she thought about it, she lost all interest in the flowers on the table.

Ms. Yu at the desk next door poked her head over, staring at Mai Yaxi with lingering gossip still on her face, and said with a smirk: "Fang Jingya, I have yours, all the flowers have been sent to the office. "

"Did you see who sent it?" Mai Yaxi sat down and said lightly.

Ms. Yu tilted her head and thought for a while before she said, "I don't know, it's from the flower shop. There should be a card, take a look."

Who the hell is so boring.

Mai Yaxi frowned, and threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can.

Ms. Yu's eyes widened and her mouth was round: "What are you doing?"

"Have you finished your report? Are you still here to gossip?" Ye Feicheng's head was full, and he didn't even have the mood to chat.

Miss Yu knocked on the head and retracted her head.

Mai Yaxi cheered up and faced the work, but her eyes would still inadvertently fall on the flowers in the trash can on the right. She stopped working, bit her lower lip, and pulled out the pale pink card from among the flowers.

"Are you happy today? If you see the flowers I sent, just smile. The flowers are carefully selected by me. If you refuse to even smile, you are too petty!"

Behind the words, there is a grimace drawn, and Qian Ranqiu's signature is attached.

His signature is designed and beautiful.

That guy Qian Ranqiu actually had time to send flowers, but if it was given to me by Feicheng, he would be so happy, right?

Mai Yaxi seems to have a strange disease that reminds Ye Feicheng of everything she sees.

She put down the card, forgot to smile, and stared at the computer screen thinking of Ye Feicheng in a daze with her chin stuck.