my lover is not human

"What kind of broken flowers are you selling!"

The incident happened suddenly and there was no time to avoid it. The boy was smashed right on the ground. The bouquet wrapped in paper slipped from his body and hit the ground and scattered. same.

"Selling rotten flowers to customers, is this the way your flower shop does business?"

The passers-by outside the store were in an uproar, Mu Yuan's eyes darkened, and he frowned unconsciously.

Ling Bo froze for a moment, squatted down and picked up a flower, looked at it, raised his head and said, "When did you buy the flower?"

Before anyone could answer, he suddenly said, "Oh, yesterday afternoon."

After staring at it for a while, I remembered the few bouquets of roses that were sold yesterday afternoon, and the name on the attached card was Yang Xing.

Ling Bo stood up slowly: "Then when did you find out that there is something wrong with the flowers?"

"last night."

Ling Bo smiled and said, "Then why didn't you come to the store last night?"

were you in the shop last night

Mu Yuan glanced at him strangely, thinking that the guests would directly ridicule him, but the man seemed to be stunned, and turned to say angrily: "It's up to me when I come, do you want to say that your flowers can only be kept fresh for one day?" night?"

"My flowers can't just stay fresh for one night."

"..."

Ling Bo's face suddenly sank: "The flowers in my shop are special. As long as you give them the right amount of water, it will definitely not be a problem to keep them fresh for half a month. You bought the flowers yesterday and found something wrong with them at night. It took only a few hours before and after, no matter how ordinary it is." The flower of the flower would not have decayed to such an extent in such a short time."

Yang Xing snorted coldly: "That's because the flowers you sold me were originally broken."

"If the stems are rotten to this extent, I don't think the flowers will be so fresh." Although the flowers on the ground are scattered, the petals are not withered at all.

There was a smile on his face again, his immature face was full of sincerity, but his words had an unquestionable attitude, his eyes were full of confidence, completely different from the stupid look before, his whole person seemed to become taller in an instant, giving people An invisible oppression.

Mu Yuan's brows twitched, and the spinning pen in his hand snapped at the sound. The change in this person reminded him of some bad memories, and his whole body ached.

Discussions and doubts sounded outside the store, and the customer's face was livid, and he reached out and grabbed the boy's collar: "You mean that I strangled the flower stem myself, and I have nothing to do?"

Guest, your saliva has sprayed on me.

As a clean little narcissus who only drinks floral dew and pure water every day, he is very dissatisfied with this.

Wiping his face suggestively, Ling Bo said, "That's what you said."

"..."

Before people got angry, he said again: "If you need, I can give you a bunch for free."

Of course this is not compensation.

It was already a step late when he realized that the person's face was even more ugly. He was pushed hard, and he subconsciously closed his eyes. What he bumped into was not a hard counter, and his shoulders were embraced. He turned around and said, "Thank you... hey, wait!"

Just as he took a step and was held back by someone, Mu Yuan frowned, Ling Bo blinked at him, ignored his questioning gaze, and blocked the person behind him without a trace.

With his height, he can only block his body.

Yang Xing didn't pay attention to their small movements, and after pushing them away, he sneered disdainfully: "Do you think I will cherish your bouquet of roses?"

"So why are you here?"

"False, I just think that there is no need for your store to open again."

For the general public?

Yes, that's a great reason.

Ling Bo watched as he took out a card and slapped it on the counter behind him.

"I bought all the flowers in your shop."

"..."

"..."

This upstart operates the same way.

Ling Bo turned his head to look at the card on the counter: "I don't have a credit card machine here." Maybe he should buy one.

Unexpectedly met with someone's contempt, Yang Xing clapped his hands, and several people walked out of the crowd.

"Smash me!"

It turned out that he came prepared, Ling Bo stared.

Everything is always easier to destroy than to fix. For a while, the sound of broken porcelain vases and pots in the flower shop was one after another. The splashed soil fell on the pure white floor, on the flower stand, and on the shoes of the theatergoers. The passers-by who came in backed out in fright, and some people took the opportunity to steal potted plants on the stone steps outside the store and escaped.

The two people in the store who should have been panicked, one stood at the counter indifferently, and the other followed behind the people who smashed flowers and held up a mobile phone video.

"This is a newly arrived rose with thorns!" Then the person who smashed the flowers was stabbed straight.

"..."

"The stars and daisies are full of stars, and there are golden lilies. All you smashed are flowers that can bring luck. You are finished, and you will be unlucky in this life." Then the man didn't dare to do it again.

"..."

"Hey, wait a minute, if the flowers are sold, the flower stand is not for sale. If you tear it up, I can sue you!" Then the person who lifted the flower stand smashed another pot of flowers.

Mu Yuan: "..."

With deep eyes following the footprints on the ground, Mu Yuan watched him chattering and jumping around behind the saboteurs, the excitement in the young man's eyes was hard to hide, and finally he pointed the camera at a certain "upstart".

Yang Xing sneered: "Are you going to call the police?"

Ling Bo shook his head: "No, I want to sue."

"Complain? Haha, who are you looking for? Are you looking for your mother?"

He seemed to have heard some joke, and what someone said was indeed like a joke.

Ling Bo smiled politely, and when he had laughed enough, he said leisurely, "You have the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus." In his shop, there are all kinds of flowers, except sweet-scented osmanthus.

Yang Xing's mocking expression froze: "So what?"

Save the video and put away the phone, Ling Bo said: "Although I don't know who sent you here, you can ask her where the flowers in my shop come from, and ask him to do the math for you. Shop, can you afford the money in your card?"

He laughed like a flower, Yang Xing felt flustered for no reason, the flowers in the shop were almost smashed, it was impossible to be soft, he hesitated for a while, he said a few harsh words, and left the flower shop.

"Walk slowly, come again next time!" Ling Bo waved his hand politely.

The passers-by who watched the theater had a uniform expression: I saw a ghost.

Watching people go away, and turning his head to meet other people's strange eyes, Ling Bo smiled and said: "Someone bought today's flowers, and all the potted plants outside are free, and those who need them can move them away."

"Really?"

"Of course, of course, move!"

Some people were skeptical, while others carried them away with their hands. The stone steps were quickly cleared. Ling Bo suddenly felt that someone had pulled the corner of his clothes, and looked down to see a doll that was only as tall as his thigh.

"Brother, I want the flowers inside, can I?"

A five or six-year-old girl, with big watery eyes, is extremely cute.

But are there still whole flowers in the store?

Ling Bo looked back and moved the store door aside: "Go in and find it yourself."

"Thank you, brother!" The voice was sweet and crisp, she ran into the shop on short legs, and Ling Bo also entered the shop, helping dig out a few whole bouquets of flowers from the sand, watching the girl holding a The big bouquet ran out of the store with a smile, and laughed too.

A voice suddenly appeared from behind: "What are you going to do with the rest?"

All that was left in the store were dirt and smashed flowers.

Ling Bo said, "Clean it up."

"You can?"

"Isn't there still you?"

Mu Yuan: "..."

Although he was not very willing, he took the tools and started cleaning, a bare flower stand.

"Where are the flowers?"

Ling Bo looked at the flower shop with a huge amount of work, "The flowers will be delivered tomorrow."

Mu Yuan asked casually, "Who will send it to you?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Ling Bo said, "My friend."

"..."

After scrutinizing him for a few times, Mu Yuan looked away lightly, and lowered his head to gather the soil into a pile. The person on the other side suddenly became silent, and he raised his head again. The person was moving a high stool to the store entrance. , holding a bag in his hand, it seems that he has never let go of it since entering the store.

Inexplicably, he stopped what he was doing, watched the man stumbling up the high stool, and after he staggered to a firm footing, he raised his hand to take down the very obtrusive wind chime that had been hanging at the door of the shop. Mu Yuan's eyes lighted up slightly, When he saw what he took out of the bag, his face sank again.

The same style, the same color, the same uncomfortable spirit stone, the same spirit bell.

Just thinking about doing something to prevent him from hanging things up, the boy's foot on the stool unconsciously moved a step to the side.

The height of Ling Bo's two hands was exchanged. Seeing that the new wind chime was about to be hung up, the soles of his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the left. He subconsciously exclaimed. He closed his eyes and was hugged full of.

"..."

With strong arms wrapped around his waist, his embrace was broad and warm, he tentatively opened his eyes, and blinked nimbly, Ling Bo turned his head, facing a face with delicate and ugly expression.

"Thank you...thank you...ah!" I was caught off guard and landed on my buttocks.

Mu Yuan put his hand behind his back and moved uncomfortably. The back of his hand that was brushed by the wind chime felt a burning pain, but fortunately no scar was left.

Before the boy on the ground could enjoy the sense of security of being protected, his butt blossomed. He sat sideways on the ground and howled, raising his head in dissatisfaction: "You are playing with me!"

Seeing him baring his teeth in pain, Mu Yuan suddenly felt a headache, and stretched out a hand, Ling Bo held it instantly, and got up with strength.

Rubbing his butt that was almost bruised, Ling Bo stuffed the disused wind chime into someone's hand.

Mu Yuan: "..."

The young man climbed onto the high stool again, hung up the new wind chime firmly, and then jumped down neatly. Seeing him staring at the wind chime in a daze, he smiled and said, "Does it look good? I'll give it to you!"

"..."

"Wait." Looking up at the newly hung wind chime, Ling Bo took off the tail feather under the old wind chime, and said again: "This tail feather is just this one, I can't give you this one."

Mu Yuan frowned: "You took the feather for this?"

Ling Bo blinked: "Otherwise what are you doing? Badminton?"

"..."

Covered in cobalt blue feathers, Ling Bo was stared at inexplicably. Ling Bo took off the wind chime that someone threw on his head, looked at it, and blinked blankly.

It looks great without the tail feathers!

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