God always wants to bend me

The old man finally discussed with the flower shop proprietress, and decided to follow the daily delivery plan he said before.

For this reason, he also left halfway to go to the printing shop, printed out all the words to be written on the small cards every day, and handed them to the flower shop proprietress.

Everything was ready, the old man paid the bill proudly, and left happily.

The flower delivery boy carefully held 11 red roses, and delivered flowers according to the address given by his wife.

It was exactly 11 o'clock when he arrived, and it was not time to get off work.

"Hi, I'm a flower delivery guy from Met Met Flower Shop, and I'm here to deliver this to your company's employees." The flower delivery guy smiled and waved the red rose in his arms to the security guy.

Brother Wei, the security guard, raised his eyebrows, glanced at the red rose and said, "Hey, there are still 11 red roses. It seems that the girl from our company is finally being chased by someone."

The flower-delivering boy chuckled, and was about to speak when Wei, the security guard, said again, "Okay, you go in, just ask whoever you want at the front desk."

"Okay, thank you." The flower delivery boy thanked you, and walked inside with the flowers in his arms. After walking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and asked the security guard, "Excuse me, what is your company?" Is there someone named Jiang Chen?"

"Yeah, yes, Jiang Chen, he...isn't right..." The security guard replied subconsciously, but he felt something was wrong halfway through the sentence, and asked after a pause, "Are you sending these roses to Jiang Chen? "

The flower delivery boy nodded honestly.

As soon as the security guard heard this, he rushed up a few steps and stopped the person, "No, you can't send these flowers!"

"..." The little brother who gave the flowers looked confused, and secretly guessed in his heart: Why didn't he let him deliver the flowers when he heard the name Jiang Chen? People have grudges? ! !

After the security guard stopped the people, he called their big boss Song Qizhao, "Hey, boss, here is a gift that needs your signature. It's 11 red roses."

The ambiguous relationship between Song Qizhao and Jiang Chen did not hide from the piercing eyes of Brother Security. Song Qizhao was his boss, so he naturally had to do things for the boss.

This rose can be given to anyone, but it cannot be given to Jiang Chen.

After hanging up the phone, the security guard said to the flower delivery boy, "You wait here first, our boss will be down in a while."

"Brother, is your boss Jiang Chen?" The little flower delivery brother looked at the big security guard and said, "Actually, there's no need to bother, I'll send it to him directly."

The security guard looked upright: "No, our boss does everything by himself, and doesn't like to trouble others."

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help complaining in my heart: You have to send it up, and our boss has to take it down and throw it away. What a trouble.

The flower delivery boy really wanted to say that this was his job, and there was no trouble at all, but he looked at the security guard's face and obediently kept his mouth shut.

When Song Qizhao left the company gate, he saw the security guard chatting with a man holding a rose in his arms.

Thinking of what the security guard said on the phone, Song Qizhao frowned slightly.

It was the security guard who saw Song Qizhao first, and immediately greeted him, "Boss."

"Hello, are you Jiang Chen? Please sign for this." The flower delivery boy looked at Song Qizhao and said.

Because Song Qizhao's face was a bit dark, and his whole body was full of aura, the flower delivery boy was also cautious when speaking.

As soon as Song Qizhao came, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to have changed.

Hearing Jiang Chen's name and looking down at the roses for a few more times, Song Qizhao's already bad face became even uglier.

He took out the pen expressionlessly, and wrote Jiang Chen's name with a brush.

After the flower delivery boy left, the security guard waited to see the beautiful scene of his big boss throwing flowers into the trash can, but he didn't see the flower throwing, but watched Song Qizhao walk away with a black face holding the roses.

So, seeing his big boss holding a bouquet of red roses, all the employees were excited.

One saw it and said it to two, and the other two said it to four, just like this, it was passed on from ten to ten, and in just a few 10 minutes, the whole company knew that their big boss ushered in the spring of life.

Song Qizhao held this bouquet of roses for Jiang Chen in his arms, and he could imagine how complicated his mood was. He actually thought about throwing it away, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't do it.

Returning to his office with the flowers in his arms, Song Qizhao couldn't hold back after accidentally seeing the words written on the card.

The only little Chenchen in my heart? !

A dung beetle who doesn't like dung balls but loves beautiful women? !

Song Qizhao took out the card and stuffed the flowers into the trash can in the corridor.

The matter about Song Qizhao receiving roses has always been a topic that the company employees like to talk about after dinner.

So when Jiang Chen wandered around the countryside with his grandfather for a whole day, and when he returned to turn on his phone at night, what he received were countless messages from Zhao Qi privately poking him.

Zhao Qi: Oranges, oranges!Something big is going on!

Zhao Qi: Cheng Zi, when you received the message, you "squeaked"!

Zhao Qi: Hey, Orange, why is your phone turned off!Can you make it or not? Our boss received a bouquet of red roses today!There are still 11 flowers! ! !

Zhao Qi: This was secretly filmed by a colleague who saw it, look and see! ! !

Zhao Qi: My orange, you see the message and contact me!

The three pictures in the message are all from Song Qizhao. Because they were taken secretly and a little far away, the pictures are not clear. What can be vaguely seen is the picture of Song Qizhao walking with flowers in his arms.

Jiang Chen's happy mood after playing for a whole day today became unhappy when he saw these news.

He made a call to Zhao Qi, and the two chatted for a while. Zhao Qi's words were full of guesses about who sent flowers to Song Qizhao.

The more Jiang Chen heard it, the more depressed he became. The next day, he stayed at home and didn't go out to play.

As a result, the next day, when he was lying on the bed with his mobile phone on, he received another message from Zhao Qi.

This message is similar to the ones sent yesterday, that is, Song Qizhao received flowers from the mysterious person again, yesterday there were 11 flowers, today there are 22 flowers.

Every day since then, Jiang Chen will receive news about Song Qizhao receiving flowers again today, the only difference is that the number of flowers changes every day.

No one could comprehend Jiang Chen's complicated mood.

And compared to Jiang Chen's complicated mood, Song Qizhao was the one who was most troubled. He had to help Jiang Chen collect a bouquet of flowers every day, but the more important thing was to read those goosebump-free words.

Be careful today, cutie tomorrow, and baby the day after tomorrow, it's really hard work for him.