Rebellious Consort: Profligate Elder Miss

Chapter 3 Love or Bread?

The most beautiful love in the world is the love between the two.

It is a pity that too many times, we do not have the mutual affection of our own, and we do not have the same heart to look forward to.

three days ago. Luo family.

The three members of the Luo family had a rare gathering for lunch. Looking at his handsome and excellent son, Luo Zhenhua was very satisfied: "Midnight, in a few days, it will be Rose's coming-of-age ceremony. Your Uncle Ji and Aunt Xie intend to make you Rose. Male companion at bar mitzvah."

"This~ Dad, this is inappropriate, I'm just a brother and sister to Qiangwei." Luo Ziye knew very well what it meant to be a male companion at the coming-of-age ceremony, and refused without thinking.

"Hmph, brother and sister love, marriage is not a simple love between men and women. You don't know what a good relationship with the Hua family means to the Luo family!"

Luo Zhenhua did not expect that his always obedient son would refuse, and Luo Ziye could not tolerate it. Lin Wanjing's background was ordinary, and it didn't help his career. Fortunately, she and Xie Yun's daughter Xie Lingyu were good sisters in school, which brought a little help to the Luo family. Especially the daughters of Hua Ji and Xie Lingyu fall in love with their sons. This is a great good thing. The competition in City A has been fierce these years, and a new round of mayor selection will soon be forthcoming. Support is especially important.

"Marriage without love will not be happy." Luo Ziye insisted on his point of view.

"Will a marriage with love be happy?" Luo Zhenhua glanced at Lin Wanjing, who was hesitant to speak, and meant something.

"Dad!" Looking at Lin Wanjing, who suddenly looked sad, Luo Ziye was dissatisfied. In recent years, Luo Zhenhua's official became bigger and bigger, and the relationship between him and Lin Wanjing became more and more estranged. Luo Ziye moved out early by himself. Stay, out of sight, out of mind.

"Ziye, Qiangwei has been abroad before, and there are not many friends of the right age in China. If you don't agree, where can you ask Qiangwei to find someone?" Lin Wanjing, who was on the side, saw that the relationship between father and son was getting more and more fierce, and she couldn't help but make adjustments. Seeing Luo Ziye's dark and relaxed tone, he continued, "And the male partner at the coming-of-age ceremony only hinted that he intends to marry, not to be engaged. Rose is still young, even if you really want to make an appointment, it will probably be two years later. Dad needs your help, why are you screwing up like this?"

"Okay, Mom, just tell Uncle Ji and Aunt Xie that I am willing to be the male companion at Rose's coming-of-age ceremony." Thinking that Lin Wanjing was right, Luo Ziye didn't insist.

"Then what should we give?" Originally, Lin Wanjing should have handled this kind of thing by herself, but when she met Hua Qiangwei, this wise hostess was in trouble.

Jewelry, flowers and roses are naturally not lacking, and it is really difficult to send them too simple and they may fall into place.

"Why don't you give your mother the roses that you have newly cultivated." Seeing that Lin Wanjing was worried about giving gifts, Luo Ziye suggested the new varieties of roses that had been sent from the French manor before.

"Very good, flowers match beautiful women, roses, roses, wonderful~"

The Luo family hit it off, and immediately decided to fly back the budding roses from France immediately as a birthday gift for the roses. The flowers match the beauty. Such superb flowers are perfect for the roses that are in their prime.

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On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, Luo Zhenhua and his wife hurried to the waterside house of Huajia first, and Luo Ziye personally went to pick up the bouquet for Hua Qiangwei.

Five o'clock, Flower Story.

The champagne roses that were airlifted from France finally arrived. I saw a blooming champagne-colored flower, trimmed one by one, and packed it into the shop’s custom-made long flower box, white silk backing paper, white big bow, elegant The champagne-colored flowers come to life immediately, and they look unexpectedly beautiful, and then spray a little Eau de Toilette, perfect!

What a strange guest! I have seen a lot of roses and lilies, and this is the first time I have seen someone customizing roses.

six o'clock

Luo Ziye appeared at the Flower Story store on time. Originally, Flower Story was delivered by a special person, but Luo Ziye refused to give the gift to Hua Qiangwei in person.

As for why he went around in a circle to pick up the bouquet in person, only he knew.

Flower Story is the business of Luo Ziye's mother, Lin Wanjing. She mainly customizes and sells some high-end flower boxes and bouquets. The staff here are all familiar with this sunny, handsome and gentle young owner. The executive manager of Flower Story is surnamed Lin. Call her Sister Lin, she has been working in Flower Story for almost 7 years.

"Youran, how are you staying here?" As soon as he arrived at the store, Luo Ziye asked directly about Yang Youran's situation in the store.

Yang Youran is Luo Ziye's schoolgirl, from an ordinary family, and has been relying on work-study programs to subsidize some of her family.

Knowing that Yang Youran is Luo Ziye's classmate and someone Luo Ziye personally arranged to come in, Sister Lin replied, "That child Youran is very smart and sensible, can endure hardships very well, and learn things quickly. Everyone likes her very much."

Hearing Sister Lin's words, Luo Ziye felt very happy. Yang Youran is always so gentle and sensible, smart and hardworking, but she always has a little low self-esteem. It seems to be a frightened little white rabbit, full of fear towards this society. People can't help but want to help her and pity her.

Because it is a bouquet for her own use, in order not to be seen by other guests and cause unnecessary trouble, Luo Ziye's bouquet has been placed in the background, after a few words, Sister Lin motioned Luo Ziye to wait a moment: "Master, please wait a moment. , we're going to pick up your custom bouquet."

"No, just let Youran help me deliver it."

The boss's words were the imperial decree, and the front desk quickly dialed Yang Youran's inside line.

"Leisurely, the one who ordered the rose bouquet

When the guests arrive, bring flowers. "

After receiving an inside call from the front desk, Yang Youran wondered why she wanted to send it out, but it was work, so she put down the flower branch in her hand, tidied up her appearance, and went out with the flower in her arms.

"Senior, why are you here?"

"This is my flower."

This is a very beautiful rose. Although it is a rose flower, it is like a rose, with beautiful flowers. It was picked from the French manor early in the morning and shipped by air without stopping. Come here, the flowers are very well maintained, noble and dazzling, very beautiful.

"Your girlfriend must be very beautiful." This is Luo Ziye's private matter, Yang Youran shouldn't have asked, but she couldn't help it.

Noticing the loss in Yang Youran's tone, Luo Ziye's heart tightened, and words of comfort came out of his mouth involuntarily, "It's really beautiful, but it's my sister."

"Why don't you get off work early today, and I'll take you home." Looking at his watch, it was five past six, nearly two hours before the banquet. Seeing Yang Youran's happy smile, Luo Ziye couldn't help suggesting .

"Is this really good?" Yang Youran was very happy that Luo Ziye sent him home, but he was afraid that the environment in the south of the city would scare the pampered eldest young master.

"Sister Lin, what do you think?"

"Go, Lean, you work very hard, leave work early today." Luo Ziye is the master, and the master has spoken, so she needs to refuse? Sister Lin readily gave Yang Youran a holiday.

"Thank you, Sister Lin." Seeing that the ending has been decided, Yang Youran can't be bothered to say no. Anyway, Luo Ziye knows her situation, so it won't get any worse, right?

Yang Youran quickly changed her clothes and got into Luo Ziye's car.

The car drove from the downtown to the south of the city.

The further south you go, the fewer tall buildings on both sides of the road and the less greenery. According to Yang Youran's instructions, Luo Ziye drove around the two-lane line between the scattered houses in the south of the city.

South of the city. It was still the way Luo Ziye remembered. When Luo Ziye's father was a member of the Standing Committee of Listing, he once took him to the south of the city. More than ten years later, time never seemed to treat this soil preferentially. Both belong to City A, and there are many high-rise buildings in the east, and an inch of land is worth every inch of land. In the north, there is the North District, which has developed a little later but has a strong follow-up, and is full of colleges and universities. In the west, there is the West District, which is surrounded by hills and has a beautiful environment for leisure and enjoyment.

Across a wide green belt and the turbulent Xiaoqing River, looking at the city hall of City A, time seems to slow down here. It is embedded in this forgotten land in the south of the city. The crowded roads, the hawkers pushing tricycles, the aroma of the street food made by the hawkers, the bicycles and crowds passing by from time to time, this is the life in the south of the city. All kinds of states.