God always wants to bend me

The fact that Song Qizhao was sent flowers by other women has always made Jiang Chen feel a little uncomfortable.

He hasn't given it to a man himself, so how can others give it to him?

He should be the one to send flowers!

Jiang Chen has been thinking about this in his heart, so he pays more attention to sensitive places like flower shops.

Seeing the car stop for a while, Jiang Chen turned around and looked at Song Qizhao, and said seriously: "I want to send you flowers."

Song Qizhao: ...

Song Qizhao could think of the reason for what Jiang Chen said.

Although there was a small ripple in his heart because of these words, but...

Song Qizhao didn't speak, Jiang Chen said again: "You are mine, so I just want to send you flowers."

Boss Song felt warm in his heart, seeing Jiang Chen speak softly, he responded, "En."

Song Qizhao found a parking space and parked the car, and the two got out of the car and walked to the flower shop.

The scale of the flower shop is not very big, but the advantage is that there are many kinds of flowers and the arrangement is very beautiful. The two went in and looked at it for 2 minutes before the proprietress came out from the inner room.

"Hello, do you two want to buy flowers?" The lady boss asked the two who were looking at the flowers seriously with a smile on her face.

Because of their positions, she only saw the backs of the two of them. One was tall and the other was slender. From all aspects of clothing and temperament, they were both the type of focus in the crowd.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Chen turned around first, and the proprietress was unsurprisingly surprised, and then Song Qizhao turned around again, and the proprietress was once again handsome.

One has a sunny, handsome face and delicate face, so good-looking that girls are jealous when they see it, the other looks so cool even though his face is cold and expressionless.

Just the type she likes!

The proprietress looked at Song Qizhao and couldn't take her eyes back, Jiang Chen looked at the proprietress with a smile and said, "Hello, I want to buy a bouquet of flowers."

The proprietress withdrew her eyes on Song Qizhao in embarrassment, and asked Jiang Chen, "Excuse me, what kind of flowers do you want to buy? Did you choose one? If you didn't choose one, who did you give it to?"

Jiang Chen inadvertently glanced at the fiery red rose next to him, pointed to Song Qizhao and said, "For him, you can see what kind of flower is suitable."

It turned out to be a gift for a friend, the proprietress thought to herself.

There are very few male friends who send flowers. The proprietress looked at the bouquet, pointed to a bunch of flowers not far away and said, "That's it, Fulang, it's very suitable for you."

Song Qizhao looked at the flower and raised his eyebrows, Jiang Chen frowned uncomfortably.

The proprietress noticed Jiang Chen's expression, and asked doubtfully, "Mister, don't you like this kind of flower?"

"No, it's just..." Jiang Chen looked and looked at the bouquet complicatedly, he hesitated to speak and asked the proprietress, "Then... are those chrysanthemums?"

"Yes, Fulang is a perennial herbaceous plant of the Compositae family. It is also called gerbera and sunflower." The proprietress smiled and explained the flower carefully. He thought Jiang Chen didn't understand the meaning of this flower, and then said: "It's quite appropriate to give this kind of flower to your male friends. This kind of flower symbolizes mutual respect and love, perseverance, and fearlessness between friends."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, he looked at Hua and didn't know what he was thinking.

It was Song Qizhao who first opened his mouth and said to Jiang Chen: "Okay, just this kind of flower, I really like it."

He obviously looked cold to outsiders, but when he was talking to Jiang Chen, his tone unexpectedly made people feel a little pampered?

The proprietress felt that there was something wrong with Song Qizhao and Jiang Chen's way of getting along, but she couldn't see what was wrong for a while.

I just feel that these two seem to be a bit too close compared to ordinary male friends.

She thought: Probably because the relationship is too strong?

"I don't like this kind of flower very much." Jiang Chen pouted and said to Song Qizhao.

Song Qizhao looked at Jiang Chen and said only one sentence: "Chrysanthemum is good, I like it, especially the one you gave."

Jiang Chen: ...

The two came and went, each said a sentence, and each answered, which made the proprietress a little confused.

And she didn't understand why the sunny, handsome and delicate boy suddenly blushed while talking.

Although one said he liked Fulang and the other said he didn't like Fulang, the right to buy flowers was obviously in the hands of the one who said he didn't like Fulang, that is, Jiang Chen.

The proprietress asked again patiently: "Sir, if you don't like Fulang, do you already have flowers in your fancy?"

Jiang Chen paused, then pointed to the bouquet he wanted not far away: "I like that."

The proprietress followed his gaze and looked at a field of fiery red roses.

She was stunned, and explained: "Sir, this is for a loved one, you can't give it indiscriminately."

Jiang Chen coughed twice, his eyes flickered twice, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, I know, that's why I want to give him these flowers."

His voice was really too low, and he probably couldn't hear it from a little further away, but the proprietress stood very close to him in order to explain to Jiang Chen, so she didn't say a single word. They all heard the words in their ears.

She looked at Jiang Chen and then Song Qizhao, looked at Song Qizhao and then looked at Jiang Chen, and finally just sighed slightly.

Sure enough, all the better men are going to stir things up? ! !

No wonder she felt that there was something wrong with the way these two got along, but she didn't think much about it at first, who knew that they were actually a real couple.

The proprietress was still regretful, and then her expression returned to normal, she looked at Jiang Chen and asked, "Excuse me, how many flowers do you want, and I'll pack them for you."

"99." Jiang Chen opened his mouth without thinking.

The proprietress was abused and at the same time she had to pack it for others. Just when she was about to act, Jiang Chen said again: "Why don't you come to 9 flowers first."

From 99 to nine suddenly, the proprietress thinks the difference is a bit big.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to confirm again, Jiang Chen said again: "Today we will start with 9 flowers, tomorrow will be 19 flowers, the day after tomorrow will be 29 flowers, and the day after tomorrow... until 99 flowers."

The proprietress was instantly stunned when she heard this. She had only seen this way of sending flowers two days ago. The old man sent flowers to his grandson-in-law in place of his grandson. The same is true, one number a day. Although the number of flowers between the two is different, the way is true. The are exactly the same.

Just two days ago, the old man came to pay the remaining debt, saying that his granddaughter-in-law had been abducted.

Is it popular to send flowers in succession nowadays?

It's easy to show affection and abuse dogs in a fancy way!

The proprietress took five red roses and was trimming and bandaging them. Song Qizhao and Jiang Chen sat on the sofa beside them and waited.

"Sister Xia, the flowers from Yulong Bay have arrived, wait a minute..." The flower delivery boy had just delivered a bouquet of flowers and was about to report to the proprietress when he saw Song Qizhao sitting on the sofa.

For a customer whom he has delivered for several days, the flower delivery boy is very familiar with it.

Song Qizhao also saw the flower-delivering brother walking in, and he secretly said "no", but Boss Song had no time to stop the little brother's pace.

He watched the big smiling face of the flower delivery brother, and asked him: "Mr. Jiang Chen, are you here to buy flowers?"