The real big guys are those with connections in the eyes of the system!

"The flowers have arrived, please sign for them."

"Okay." The receptionist stood up and smiled knowingly when she saw the bright roses. "It looks like it's for our CEO Su again."

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, it was Mr. Shen who ordered the flowers."

After the front desk clerk signed for the flowers, they sent them to Yiqing's office.

Colleagues on the road were already used to this scene.

"It's the flowers sent by Mr. Shen again!"

A new employee who just joined the company was confused and asked, "Who?"

"He is a suitor of our President Su. He sends flowers to our President Su every Monday, saying that he hopes our President Su can start every week in a good mood."

The newlyweds were surprised and envious, "Sending flowers every week? That's too romantic."

"It's more than romantic. In my opinion, it's very generous! If you send it every week, it will be a considerable expense over time. If I were given this money, I would laugh in my dreams... Well, of course, for rich people, this amount of money is nothing."

"From what you said, these flowers should have been sent a long time ago. How long has it been?"

"Hehe, actually I can't remember exactly how long it was, but it must have been seven or eight years."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone corrected him: "It's more than that. If I remember correctly, this year should be the tenth year!"

"Wow, ten years! Mr. Shen is really loyal!"

"Who says it's not true?" Someone sighed softly, "What a pity..."

As the receptionist walked further and further away, the noise of the discussion became quieter and quieter, and the rest of the voices could no longer be heard clearly.

But even so, she could guess the meaning of that sentence.

It's nothing more than a lament that the two people were not in love with each other, and Mr. Shen was ultimately infatuated and fell in love with someone who didn't love him.

Before I knew it, I had reached the office door.

The receptionist collected her thoughts and raised her hand to knock on the door.

Then, a clear yet majestic female voice came from inside, "Come in."

The door is opened.

The early morning sunlight leaped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, broke into the room, and scattered all over the floor.

Not far away, a woman in a white shirt was sitting in front of a computer, working with a straight posture and a serious expression.

Although the morning light did not fall on her, she seemed to have light on her, making people unable to look away once they saw her.

The white fingertips were beating rapidly, and every rise and fall was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Her serious working attitude made the people who came in subconsciously slow down their breathing, for fear of disturbing her.

But the quieter the environment, the easier it is to hear noise.

——Just like the wrapping paper of the bouquet in your arms gently brushes against your clothes as you walk.

Even though the front desk has tried to be careful, it is still unavoidable.

The hand on the keyboard suddenly stopped, Yiqing gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, then raised her eyes, and her gaze casually swept over the person who had just come in, and finally fell on the bouquet of beautiful roses.

Perhaps even Yiqing herself did not notice that her originally casual and unfocused eyes suddenly became different at that moment.

It seemed as if the light outside the window suddenly ran into her eyes, and even the corners of her lips couldn't help but pull up slightly.

Not obvious.

But if you are careful enough, you can find it.

There happened to be a girl at the front desk who paid attention to details. She saw this scene and suddenly remembered the discussion that others had had earlier.

She had always thought the same as them, thinking that Mr. Shen's persistence was just meaningless unrequited love, but at this moment another idea suddenly popped up in her mind.

——Is it true that Mr. Shen is just having a one-sided love for Mr. Su?

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the vase on the table that contained last week's flowers.

If it was just unrequited love, then why did President Su accept flowers from so many people but only put the flowers sent by President Shen?

She remembered that before President Shen sent flowers, there was no such vase in President Su's office...

The flowers in her arms were taken away, and the receptionist's thoughts were immediately interrupted.

She thought of Yiqing's personality and didn't dare to delve into her boss's thoughts. She immediately retracted her gaze and became more respectful.

"Today's flowers were still sent by Mr. Shen." Even though she knew that Yiqing knew the source of the flowers, as a worker, the receptionist still took the initiative to say this.

"Ah."

The flower delivery mission had been completed, and the receptionist thought that there was nothing else for her to do, so she tentatively asked, "Boss Su, if there is nothing else, I will go back first?"

"Well, you go back first."

The office door was closed and the room returned to silence.

The slender and beautiful fingers then picked up the small card hidden in the bouquet.

As always, there is a very short sentence on it: [I hope you can have a good mood this week, and I hope everything goes well for you. ]

He never mentioned that he liked her, nor did he keep the word confession on his lips all day long.

But roses and concerns are all his love.

This is his little idea.

But he showed it openly.

This made Yiqing couldn't help but sigh that he really grasped the balance very well - this way of pursuing her just happened not to make her feel disgusted.

"If I didn't belong here, perhaps having a lover like this would be a very good experience." Yiqing took out last week's bouquet of flowers from the vase, changed the water, and put today's roses in it.

Obviously, Shen Xiuhe's ten years of persistence had proved to Yiqing that her heart was not as rock-hard as she thought.

At first, the slight affection that was not noticed finally came to light after the deep lover's persistence for ten years.

The seeds of love break through the soil and grow freely.

It was unexpected and hard to control oneself.

Although this feeling is strange, it makes people feel happy and joyful.

Even Yiqing, who always claimed to be sober, wanted to indulge in it at one point, abandon all worries, follow her instinct to accept this feeling of love, and then be with him.

Can--

How can I be completely free of worries?

She doesn't belong here!

Reason pulled her back to the waking world.

She knew very well that her "little bit of liking" was not enough to "love" him, and it was not too late to withdraw.

She still has a long journey ahead of her, and she shouldn't be tied down here.

Yiqing clenched her slender fingers tightly, stared at the rose for a long time, and then closed her eyes tightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the shallow curve at the corners of his lips had disappeared, and the reluctance in his eyes was also hidden, leaving only a cold and clear look.

[Are you leaving?] The system Jiujiu, which had been silent for a long time, sensed her intention to leave and couldn't help but mutter, [I really don't know what you are thinking. It took you so long to complete the mission, but you are only planning to leave now. I don't know what's so good about staying in this broken world...]

As it spoke, it also made a yawning sound.

The host has experienced a world similar to this many times with his ex, ex-ex, ex-ex... He has been through it too much and is tired of it.

MD, it's all the fault of this damn person with connections. He took advantage of his power to bully the president and made it return to the grassroots level just based on his personal preferences. It really pissed off the president!

Yiqing ignored System Jiujiu's complaints and thought for a while. Between "leaving directly" and "saying a final goodbye", he chose the latter.

She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Shen Xiuhe.

[The flowers are beautiful, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? ]

The reply was undoubtedly immediate: [Of course, it’s my pleasure. ]