High Ridge Flower Rescue Project

Because of Valentine's Day, the major shopping malls and restaurants in City A are very lively today, and there are many flower vendors selling bouquets temporarily on the road.

Almost all the roses they sell are twigs of roses, which can be sold in a package of red or pink transparent plastic film and tied with a ribbon.

Maybe because Xi Hua looked at the flower stand for a long time, Chongming asked, "Do you want it?"

Xi Hua was frightened and quickly waved his hands, "No! I don't want to!"

It's already weird for plot people to come out to eat with the boss, but if you buy flowers -- it's even weirder, okay?

Xi Hua sat in the car and moved his butt a little uneasy.

Lin Zhu sat in the front and drove, and he and Mr. Ming sat in the back.

The two were almost next to each other, and in the airtight environment of the carriage, the cedar-like woody scent on the other party kept getting into Xi Hua's nose.

Xi Hua felt a little hot on his body, and also a little hot on his face.

He felt that Mr. Ming's attitude towards him was really easy to make people think too much.

Especially on such a special day as today.

But Xi Hua was afraid that he was thinking too much. After all, this matter is ridiculous no matter how you look at it, and it is completely inconsistent with the tone of his life that has been extremely ordinary for more than 20 years.

The neon lights flickered outside the car windows, and huge billboards stood on the outside of the high-rise buildings, with various well-known trademarks and brands hanging on them.

All of these create a luxurious and intoxicating atmosphere in a bustling city.

Same as Mr. Ming.

Xi Hua always felt that he and them were characters in two worlds.

"What are you thinking about?"

Under the dim headlights, Mr. Ming's voice seemed to become ambiguous and deep.

Xi Hua only felt uncomfortable everywhere, so he replied dryly: "I was thinking, the weather forecast said that it might rain tomorrow."

Mr. Ming didn't answer any more.

It may be that there is really no answer to this.

Xi Hua turned his head, thinking that he didn't know when he would have this meal, the bus would definitely be gone by then, and he wondered if he would be able to catch the last subway.

He remembered that the company seemed to be reimbursed for taking taxis because of overtime?

But does this count as overtime?

Xi Hua felt that his head was a little messy.

Speaking of where to eat, Xi Hua chose it himself.

Because at that time, Mr. Ming asked him where he wanted to eat, Xi Hua's brains twitched at that time, and he remembered a private restaurant that was very popular on the Internet recently, so he said it.

It's just that when Mr. Ming asked him if it was good, Xi Hua didn't know.

After all, he has never eaten before, but he just heard that this restaurant is very expensive and difficult to get an appointment...

Soon they arrived at the place to eat, Lin Zhu didn't intend to stay and eat with them, and left after the two got off the car.

Being alone with Mr. Ming again, or somewhere other than the company, Xi Hua felt like his heart was about to jump out. He really didn't understand what Mr. Ming wanted to do when he died.

"Mr. Ming?"

The environment of the restaurant is very good, and each guest has a separate private room, which ensures absolute privacy.

When Xi Hua saw the door of the private room being pulled up by the waiter, he deeply doubted whether he had been kicked in the head by a donkey, so he chose this one.

At this time, Mr. Ming sat down in a relaxed and natural posture, and at the same time handed the menu on the table to Xi Hua, "Order whatever you want."

Xi Hua hurriedly declined politely: "Mr. Ming should order, I can do both."

Mr. Ming tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, seeming a little unhappy.

"You don't need to call me Mr. Ming from now on, just call me by my name."

Xi Hua looked at each other blankly.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and there was no spark, but there was a lot of embarrassment.

Mr. Ming may be aware of this problem, so he added: "My name is Chongming."

Xi Hua lowered his head silently, neither saying yes nor no.

No matter how absurd it was, Xi Hua had to admit this fact at this moment.

That is, Mr. Ming seems to have taken a fancy to himself.

At least 80.00% of the possibilities are interesting to yourself!

What Xi Hua is hesitating now is what to do next.

He happily ate this mouthful of soft food, and then relying on Mr. Ming to break away from the ranks of social animals and go to eat and drink for free, ah no!The pinnacle of life!

Still resolutely refuse, and never bow down for five buckets of rice.

Xi Hua's heart is shaking very much now.

In fact, speaking from conscience, Mr. Ming wants money and money, looks good, and has a good personality. He is really a rare and perfect partner in all aspects.

But the problem is, it's too perfect, and Xi Hua feels that she doesn't deserve it.

However, Mr. Ming should be new to him for a while, and he might lose interest anytime soon.

When Xi Hua thought of this, she felt a little lost in her heart.

A table of delicious dishes, Xi Hua was not in the mood to savor the dishes because he had things in his heart, and eating was more like dealing with an errand.

"I'll take you somewhere after eating."

Mr. Ming said so.

Xi Hua originally thought that it would be over after the meal, but he didn't expect that there would be arrangements after the meal.

But he didn't dare to refuse, so he reluctantly accepted it with a smile, and he had already sighed in his heart.

Lin Zhu went back, so this time it was Mr. Ming who drove the car himself.

To be honest, Xi Hua felt a little trepidation sitting on the sidelines.

After all, it is estimated that few people have enjoyed the treatment of Mr. Ming as a driver.

Just looking at the surrounding road conditions, Xi Hua became more and more confused. Isn't this the way to their company?

Mr. Ming will not drag him back to the company to work overtime, right?This is too scary!

"Mr. Ming, we are..."

Before Xi Hua finished speaking, he obviously felt that the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

Looking at Mr. Ming with a calm face beside him, Xi Hua thought of something instantly, and quickly made amends in a low voice: "Chongming."

His complexion calmed down, and the air pressure returned to normal.

Xi Hua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Chongming said: "It's not going to the company."

He paused for a moment, as if hesitating between keeping the mystery and telling Xi Hua, and finally said: "I'll give you a gift."

Xi Hua's first reaction was, it's over, it seems that Mr. Ming has really taken a fancy to him.

The second reaction is, what kind of gift does it have to go around in such a big circle, can't it be enough to just give it?

Until half an hour later, when Chongming led him to stand on the [-]-square-meter flat floor, holding the key and saying the gift.

Xi Hua was stunned for more than ten seconds before finally realizing what the other party meant.

Who the hell gives gifts on Valentine's Day to the house!

The villain in Xi Hua's heart roared silently, and finally understood why the other party took him back for a special trip.

Because there is really no way to take the house and send it directly...

But it also proves once again how capricious the world of the rich can be.

After experiencing the shock of the house, Xi Hua's heart became strangely calmer, and he said to Chongming, "I'm sorry, I may not be able to accept this gift, it's too expensive."

Although this house is his dream house from inside to outside, there is no such thing as a free lunch or a free pie.

So Xi Hua said that he couldn't accept it very proudly.

It's like rejecting a dime a catty of Chinese cabbage on the street.

It's just that Mr. Ming doesn't seem to understand why Xi Hua refused. After all, according to the information he has collected recently, what Xi Hua has always wanted most is to buy a house that can reach the company in 10 minutes.

The set I gave now can be said to perfectly meet Xi Hua's requirements.

But Xi Hua refused.

Chongming didn't think a house was worth anything, so he asked again: "Why?"

It's just that Xi Hua still gave the same answer.

Xi Hua felt that even if he wanted to develop some other relationship with Mr. Ming, he absolutely couldn't start it in this way.

It's so weird.

But Xi Hua was still a little afraid that Mr. Ming would be angry, after all, the other party didn't seem to think that he might refuse...

Just when Xi Hua was a little nervous, he saw that Mr. Ming seemed to have a sudden connection with something, and there was a little smile on his face, and he asked, "Do you not want to live alone?"

Xi Hua really couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought this time, so he could only look at Chongming suspiciously.

However, Chongming continued to smile and said: "I was afraid that I was too anxious, but if you want, we can go home together later..."

Xi Hua: "...?"