Le Mingxiao is a typical night owl, or the kind that can't sleep at night and can't get up in the morning, so when he was woken up from his sleep by the phone the next morning in Guangzhou, he really wanted to cover himself in the pillow, so when he heard on the phone that Lu Miao limited him to five minutes and had to go downstairs, he just rolled back and forth on the big bed a few times, and decided to sleep on it for five minutes first.

Lu Miao is a staff member of the director team, mainly responsible for coordinating and arranging on-site lighting and sound and other things, to put it bluntly, it is a dozen, Xingsheng has been running with Tiannan and Haibei since the tour, and occasionally when there are not enough people, he has to act as an assistant to these little artists, and they are familiar with each other in a few days, and they are not a few years older than Le Mingxiao, and they can also play together when they are not working on weekdays. So Le Mingxiao had already figured out his temper, and rubbed on the bed for another ten minutes before he got up, wrapped a down jacket in his pajamas, and kicked and pulled the hotel's slippers and went downstairs.

Before he got out of the elevator, Le Mingxiao was frightened. I don't know what happened, but many people were queuing up in the lobby of the hotel, and a long queue was waiting all the way to the gate. Le Mingxiao took a cursory look and found that these people were all wearing work uniforms, and they were obviously not the same style, that is to say, they were obviously not from the same store, these people each held a large handful of red roses in their hands, and the rich aroma in the air made people want to sneeze.

Le Mingxiao rubbed his nose, followed the team all the way to the innermost, and found that Lu Miao was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall, there were already a lot of bouquets around him, whoever lined up in the queue would hand him a list, and then he would sign his name on it, Le Mingxiao was still a little confused, and asked, "Brother, what are you doing here, holding an autograph meeting?"

Lu Miao had just finished signing one, looked up and saw Le Mingxiao, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to change my career to planting flowers, and I'll use you as flower fertilizer for the first one!"

"Huh?"

"Ah what, don't help sign for it, wipe the you pull by yourself!"

"It's so vulgar early in the morning, be careful that I make a small report with Director Zhao."

Lu Miao was out of options, and said in a loud voice: "My little ancestor, hurry up and work......"

While being commanded by Lu Miao to work and listening to his complaints, Le Mingxiao finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter. It turned out that Lu Miao got up early in the morning and went downstairs to go to the restaurant for breakfast, but the little girl in charge of reception at the front desk of the hotel suddenly stopped him, saying that a flower shop sent flowers over, and the name was for Le Mingxiao. Lu Miao only thought it was sent by a fan, and he didn't think much about it and signed for it, but he just finished receiving the first one, and then came to the second one, and then there was a third and fourth one, and after a while, the entire hall was stuffed. Afraid of affecting the hotel's business, Lu Miao had no choice but to immediately inform Le Mingxiao to hurry downstairs, and at the same time instructed everyone to line up to come to him to sign for it.

The process is clear, but the source has not yet been figured out, Le Mingxiao looked at the pile of flowers, picked up a handful casually, flipped through it, and found a card from it. The card is small and delicate, printed with beautiful patterns, Le Mingxiao opened it and saw the words "mr.y" handwritten on it.

Male? Le Mingxiao frowned, and took out a card from each of the other bouquets, on which he saw the handwritten "mr.y" without exception, but the handwriting was obviously different, presumably written by the florist. Who gave these flowers, he has a lot of male fans, but which fan would have such a big deal? And if it's really a fan, will you sneak away and don't want to see him?

Le Mingxiao was puzzled, so he simply grabbed the staff of the flower shop closest to him and asked, "Does the person who ordered flowers in your store have any names?"

"I'm sorry, but the guest specifically told me not to reveal any information about him."

"Uh...... "Don't you want to be so mysterious?"

Just as Le Mingxiao was still trying to talk, the other friends also went downstairs one after another, and they all ran over to watch the play when they saw the scene here.

"Wow, that's a lot of flowers!" Li Xin widened his eyes, which always seemed to be unable to wake up, and curiously picked up a bouquet of flowers, "It's still Lele's favorite red rose, it's so fragrant." ”

"Le, these are all for you?" Jiang Yue loves gossip the most, so naturally he won't miss this excitement, "It's going to be such a big show to send a flower, your rich woman fan?" ”

"Who knows, my fans won't be so extravagant......"

The appearance of this group of people successfully attracted a group of fans and other guests who followed them to stay in the hotel, seeing that the scene was getting more and more lively, maybe even reporters were going to be recruited, or Qi Yao was calm, picked up the key points and asked Le Mingxiao a few words, and then decisively pulled other friends to work together.

Fortunately, there are many people and great strength, and with the help of the brothers, all the flowers were quickly accepted, and the sofa had already formed a small mountain.

"Lele, what are you going to do with these flowers and transport them all back to Beijing?" Bian Xiangdong asked.

"How is that possible! With so many flowers, it's not enough to get me on the freight. Isn't there Lu Miao here, just leave it to him. ”

Lu Miao, who was sorting out the documents, stopped when he heard this, "You kid don't want to be a shopkeeper, you ...... your own stall."

"Oh, brother, you can help me again," Le Mingxiao quickly intercepted Lu Miao's words, "It doesn't matter if you throw it away, or if you sell it, in short, brother, you can deal with it, it's decided." ”

“……”

"Lele, isn't that right?" Bian Xiangdong said, "After all, it's a piece of people's hearts." ”

"What's wrong, that person doesn't even dare to show his face, what else does he mean? Since he is so insincere, I naturally don't have to talk to him about morality. Walk, go, eat, starve. ”

"Lele, you haven't washed your face."

"Is it important to face or to eat, Bian Xiangdong?"

“……”

"Face is important, but eating is even more important." Li Xin interjected on the side

"Right! Or does Brother Xin understand me, where does I get the strength to wash my face if I don't eat enough, right? ”

"Hey, it's a must."

“……”

For Le Mingxiao, there are only three important points in life, eating, sleeping, music and music-related things, as for these three points, he has always done what he wants, and he has to get by, so the rose incident in Guangzhou only made him a little entangled, and he forgot about it as he slept on the plane. The life of an artist is busy and fulfilling, although Le Mingxiao's itinerary is not as full as some famous brothers and sisters who arrange it every day, but in order to continuously improve his cultivation in music, he has found more than one teacher in Beijing, some teach vocal music, some teach keyboard, and teach other musical instruments, in short, as long as he doesn't work, he spends most of his time studying, so he really doesn't have the leisure to think about some irrelevant things, of course, this doesn't mean that irrelevant things won't go to him.

On Friday afternoon, it was past 5 o'clock when he got out of the drum teacher, and he had to take the subway for an hour and then take the bus to get to the house where he and Bian Xiangdong lived. When he came out of the subway station, it was already dark, Le Mingxiao looked at the time, and decided to go to the nearby vegetable market to buy some food and then go home, he called Bian Xiangdong, and was about to cross to the other side of the road when suddenly a silver-gray Porsche stopped in front of him.

Le Mingxiao's gaze stayed on the beautiful body for a few seconds, and he was about to go around and walk from the other side, when suddenly the window of the car close to him rolled down, and Yan Duo in a suit and leather shoes was sitting in the driver's seat. Le Mingxiao was stunned, and then politely called "Mr. Yan".

"Get in the car."

Although he didn't understand why he met the boss here, let alone why the boss wanted him to get into the car, but the boss's request he still didn't have the courage to refuse directly, Le Mingxiao turned to the other side of the car, opened the door, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Taking advantage of Le Mingxiao's time to fasten his seat belt, Yan Duo looked at him a few times from the side. Le Mingxiao wore a light gray hooded windbreaker today, a handmade scarf of the same color around his neck, and a mask on his face, and the whole person was wrapped like a zongzi. Yan Duo quipped: "Cover it so tightly, afraid that fans will recognize it?"

"Huh?" Le Mingxiao turned his head, looked at Yan Duo's gaze, and explained seriously after a moment, "No, it's just that the weather in Beijing is too dry, so you have to protect your throat." The boy silently took off his mask and put it in the pocket of his windbreaker, looking at his eyes from such a close distance, it was even clearer and brighter, which was really pleasant in such a hazy winter day.

Yan Duo smiled and started the car. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Le Mingxiao was sitting quietly on the back of the chair, with his hands on his lap in a regular manner, it could be seen that he was very nervous, and Yan Duo couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Did you like the flower last time?"

"......" Le Mingxiao was stunned at first, and when he understood the meaning of Yan Duo's words, he immediately turned his head to look at him, his eyes wide open, "Mr. Yan, you, you are that, that mr.y!" ”

This kind of reaction was obviously expected by Yan Duo, and obviously he was very satisfied with Le Mingxiao's reaction, "The red rose is very flattering to you, do you like it?" ”

"......" How does this answer him? According to Lu Miao, he took the flowers away from a friend in Guangzhou, and the friend dried all the flowers into sachets, and hung them on the Internet with the signed photos of their star singers, and it was said that they were sold at a good price. If the boss knew this, would he be annoyed and thrown him out of the car? Wait, the point is wrong! Shouldn't he be more concerned about why the boss sent him flowers? That's a red rose! Lu Miao later told him that there were a total of 101 shops that sent flowers at that time, and each store had 99 flowers. What is the meaning of 9999 red roses, what else is he called...... Boss prank? Boss, how idle are you?

"What, don't like it?"

"No, no."

"Is that like?"

"......" This is to take him into the ditch, what else can I say, Le Mingxiao had to say vaguely, "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for letting you break the bank." ”

“……”

Yan Duo concentrated on driving, and the two of them resumed silence again, Le Mingxiao was still sitting quietly, his head slightly lowered, as if he was in deep thought, this appearance really couldn't be more well-behaved. I have seen Le Mingxiao three times so far, and each time he gives people a different feeling, clean and pure when he first met, bold and enthusiastic on the stage during the Guangzhou tour, and this time he is more like a young high school student, Yan Duo really wants to ask if the two in front of him are really not your triplet brothers? Of course, in the days that followed, after personally experiencing Le Mingxiao's various unpredictable painting styles, Yan Duo felt that he was really a bit stupid to ask this question.