Chasing his wife at the crematorium, aloof CEO Lu licks the dog

Her neither salty nor bland words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Lu Boshen's head. He finally made up his mind to summon up the courage to lower his profile and get to know her, but instead of being cooperative, he behaved like a cold water. Very resistant.

Compared with Lu Boshen's timidity, Ji Muqing seemed much more unrestrained. After he determined that Yang Xueer and Huo Ting had parted ways, he quickly launched a strong emotional offensive.

On this day, Ji Muqing was leaning on the boss's chair in the office and listening to Assistant Lin's work report. Assistant Lin had finally written a work summary. He thought that if he could win the boss's favor, he would be able to outshine the new assistant, but he didn't You know, Ji Muqing seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact, his mind was filled with Yang Xueer, and he didn't even notice the punctuation of what he said.

At this moment, Ji Muqing's mind was filled with the image of Yang Xueer driving him away. When she was angry, her cheeks became bulging and very cute. She didn't know what this little woman was busy with now. Did you miss him?

He suddenly thought that after knowing her for so long, he seemed to have never formally expressed his feelings to her. In the past, he had always heard people say that girls need a sense of ritual, need to be taken seriously, and need to be coaxed. There are many girls, and his Xueer is naturally indispensable.

Assistant Lin was reporting on the latest project progress. Ji Muqing suddenly jumped up from his chair. Assistant Lin was so frightened that he thought he had said something wrong, "Ji, Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"

"I remember you have a girlfriend, right?"

This sentence made Assistant Lin and the second monk confused. Could it be that the group had some new rules about not being in love that he didn't know about? Otherwise, why would the boss suddenly ask him if he has a girlfriend?

"Yes, yes." Assistant Lin showed an expression that he would rather die than surrender. Even if he was fired, he did not want to break up with his girlfriend.

"Then tell me, what does your girlfriend usually like?" Ji Muqing thought that girls' preferences should be very different, just like boys are generally interested in cars. Since you want to express your feelings, then be firm. At worst, try all the possibilities. It is better to go and ask people what they like to be more sincere.

Assistant Lin thought to himself, it's over now. Could it be that his boss wants to take away people's love? Is it so blatant to steal a girlfriend now? Even if you are your own boss, you cannot go so far.

He continued to bravely answer, "Ji, Mr. Ji, my girlfriend and I have a good relationship. She probably doesn't like you."

Ji Muqing had been immersed in his own world just now and didn't notice the change in Assistant Lin's expression, nor did he feel that the way he asked the question was wrong. Now when Assistant Lin said it, he realized something was wrong, but as the boss, he was really embarrassed. I apologized, but still blushed and explained, "Well, you're overthinking it. I just want to learn from you. I have someone I like."

Assistant Lin suddenly realized that this was the case. He thought of the girl he met at the bar last time. The way the boss looked at her was indeed not innocent. I guess I've hit a wall recently, so I want to please others.

"Hey, I'm good at this." Assistant Lin quickly put on a smile and told some of his girlfriend's usual preferences, "Girls like to take pictures, if you can take good-looking pictures for her, she will definitely like them; they Generally, they also like to read telecommunications, like bags, like beautiful flowers, like beautiful clothes, like cute little animals... In short, they are very happy just to be cared about."

Ji Muqing's mouth twitched, why did he like things with such low IQs? He waved his hand to signal Secretary Lin to go out. He searched for various photography tutorials on his phone and finally gave up. Let’s not talk about whether Yang Xueer will go out with him. Even if she goes out with him, based on their current relationship, people may not let him take pictures.

In the end, after much deliberation, I decided to send flowers first. Choose something simple to try first. If she doesn't reject it, then slowly progress step by step.

He picked up his coat and went to the largest flower shop downstairs in the company. As soon as he entered, his outstanding appearance and expensive-looking clothes instantly caught the attention of the clerk. "Hello, sir, what do you need?"

Ji Muqing frowned and looked at all the flowers on display in the flower shop. There were so many types that he didn't know which one was better to buy.

The sharp-eyed clerk saw that he was in trouble and took the initiative to help him out, "Who do you want to give it to, sir? I can help you recommend it."

Thinking of that little woman, Ji Muqing's face turned red again, "Giving it to the person I like."

Seeing the handsome man's shy expression and hearing that he already has someone he likes, the clerk was a little disappointed, but he still said very politely, "I recommend two types to you. The first one is red roses. Its flower language is simple. The direct one is I love you; the second one is sunflower, its flower language is more subtle, it is silent love, unspoken love."

Now Ji Muqing started to have troubles again. Choose roses. He would be so unrestrained to scare her. Choose sunflowers. He had clearly confessed his love to her that day. Which one should he choose? Finally, after much thought, he solemnly said to the clerk, "Give me half the roses and half the sunflowers." Half the same, just a compromise, it's just right.

The clerk smiled and said, "Okay sir, how many do you want?"

How many? This was his first grand courtship with Yang Xueer. How could a few flowers express his deep love?

"I want as much as you have in your store."

"Really? Sir, are you kidding me?" This was the first time he encountered such a large order, and the clerk was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Ji Muqing didn't say any nonsense, and handed her a black card directly and reported the address of Yang Xueer's home.

The clerk happily swiped the card and asked him, "Sir, do you need some greeting cards?"

He thought for a while and said, "If you are considering a boyfriend, please consider me."

Hearing what he said, the clerk's heart ached a little more. What kind of woman could get so many golden, handsome and affectionate men? She was so envious. Why wasn't such an outstanding man her own?

Yang Xueer was applying a facial mask at home, with a white mask on her face, when she heard the doorbell ring. The guy outside the door saw that she had a facial mask on her face in the afternoon, and couldn't help teasing her, "Madam, you are so happy. .”

Yang Xueer was confused. Why was this person so baffled? But she signed for the order without much thought. After signing, she was still thinking, what did she buy recently?

Before I could figure it out, the guy who was moving the goods downstairs came up, and five or six people came at the same time, each holding a large bouquet of flowers, including fiery red roses and golden sunflowers.

"Wait a minute, you didn't send the wrong address, did you?"

The courier boy reported the address, phone number and name again, and they were all correct.

"Ma'am, if there's no problem, just let us in. We have to go to the next one after we're done."

She could no longer block the door and make way for them to enter. I thought that the move would be over once, but I didn’t expect that the five or six guys had to move it up and down more than a dozen times. In the end, the sofa, floor, bed, and coffee table in her house were all covered by almost all the places that could put things. Full of flowers.

When the courier boy left, he did not forget to say again, "Madam, you are so happy, your boyfriend is so kind to you."

But Yang Xueer just wants to scold her. Is she so happy? Even the place where she slept was filled with flowers, and now she had nowhere to stand. If she knew who the person who sent the flowers was, she would really want to beat him up and ask him if he had any brains. Can anyone send so many flowers at once?