The Love of Passerby A

However, the development of the situation was completely different from what Zhao Wenyu had expected. There was no difficulty breathing, nor was there any constant itching all over the body. Everything was normal.

He was a little bit unbelievable, as if his body no longer belonged to him. He grabbed Su Xiangran's hand waving in front of him, as if it was a life-saving straw.

Su Xiangran was also shocked. Are her scented tea and snacks so lethal? They made this workplace elite so stupid!

"Sir, are you okay? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?" Su Xiangran asked with concern.

Only then did Zhao Wenyu gradually come to his senses under her gentle questioning.

"I'm fine. I just ate too fast and something choked me." Zhao Wenyu's voice was a little hoarse because of what happened just now.

Su Xiangran finally breathed a sigh of relief. She asked politely, "Would you like to sit in my shop and relax before leaving?"

Judging from Zhao Wenyu's appearance, he should be a busy man and would not go into the store!

right?

but

"Okay! I'll sit in your shop for a while before leaving." Zhao Wenyu seemed not to hear the politeness in Su Xiangran's words, and followed her back to the shop naturally.

When Zhao Wenyu walked into the flower shop, he couldn't help feeling a little surprised. The flower shop looked small from the front, but it turned out to be a completely different world inside. He felt as if he had entered a dreamlike world.

The store is filled with a variety of flowers, with colorful petals swaying and releasing charming fragrance.

The layout of the flower shop is very beautiful, and each flower is carefully placed to form beautiful bouquets and baskets.

But both the bouquets and flower baskets are small, delicate and elegant. You can tell at a glance that these products are aimed at white-collar workers working nearby. They are very targeted and attractive.

There are some art paintings hanging on the walls of the flower shop, which complement the flowers and create an elegant atmosphere.

The lighting in the store is soft and warm, shining on the flowers, making them more vivid and eye-catching.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and fresh atmosphere, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The key is that this fragrance has a natural feeling, even Zhao Wenyu, who is very sensitive to fragrance, feels relaxed and happy.

The counter of the flower shop was set up with an exquisite high table, on which were some vases and some half-prepared bouquets, as well as some exquisite little cards.

There are some comfortable sofas on the other side of the store, which are placed at the junction of the flower shop and the Huacheng store, where customers can rest, drink tea and appreciate flowers.

In the center of the flower shop, there is a tall flower stand, on which a variety of flowers and green plants are displayed. The flowers on the flower stand are arranged in a staggered manner, forming a beautiful flower wall.

Because the place was not very big, the woman did not seem to have hired any clerks and she took care of everything by herself.

After sitting down, Zhao Wenyu began to look closely at the flower shop owner.

The woman's long curly hair fell on her back like a waterfall, gently brushing Su Xiangran's fair skin. The collision of white and black seemed surprisingly harmonious.

Looking at the woman through the sunlight, it seemed as if a faint warm light was cast on her figure, as if she was standing in a halo.

Su Xiangran never looked at him, but just looked at the bouquet in her hand. Her eyes were quiet and deep. Her fingers gently brushed across the flowers. The gentle movement was as if that was her lover.

Zhao Wenyu couldn't help but think about what it would feel like if he were the flower in her hand.

She is so beautiful that people can't help but be intoxicated by her, as if they are in a dream world.

Then Zhao Wenyu's gaze moved from her fingers to Su Xiangran's body. After a quick glance, he remembered that he was somewhat impolite, but he couldn't help but take another look.

The curvy figure made Zhao Wenyu, who noticed the woman's figure for the first time, feel hot in his nose, as if something was about to burst out. In order to avoid embarrassment, he quickly covered his nose.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if a hot magma was surging in his body, making him unable to control his body.

Su Xiangran didn't expect that after just a few polite words, this man would actually follow her back to the store.

But since a visitor is welcome, she poured him a glass of water and then returned to her work station to continue wrapping the bouquet that she had not yet finished.

By the way, the cup of scented tea that Zhao Wenyu just bought was the last cup of the day. Because it was sold out, he was only served a simple cup of warm water.

While Su Xiangran was tying the bouquet, she kept an eye on Zhao Wenyu's situation and discovered that he suddenly covered his nose.

She was shocked: Is it so crispy? I just choked on my food, and now I have a problem with my nose even though I haven't eaten anything yet? Is he really not here to scam me? He won't just collapse in his own store!

With a nervous mood, Su Xiangran handed Zhao Wenyu a tissue and asked softly again: "Sir, do you really not need me to take you to the hospital? You don't look well!"

Zhao Wenyu took the tissue, blocked his nose, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I just don't drink enough water, so I got a little irritated."

Su Xiangran nodded and accepted his explanation.

Zhao Wenyu: This lady boss is so gentle! She looks like a good woman.

Su Xiangran: There really is no such elite man! He looks sub-healthy.