The car stopped in front of a flower shop called "Hua Weimian", and the proprietress was as enthusiastic as an old bustard, and tried her best to recommend the Oiran in her shop, the Dutch Rose, which was flown in from Europe in the early morning, but it was fresh.

Bragging doesn't play drafts either...... Yu Weixiao really couldn't listen to it, so he asked her directly: "How many branches, can you tell me?" ”

"You can't give a lover a stick this Valentine's Day, right? This bunch, ninety-nine branches, I'll give you a half-fold, two thousand eight, the number is auspicious, do you say it's good? ”

"Two thousand eight! Why don't you grab it? "Yuwei is a little hot, are rich people burning money like this? Two thousand eight, a month's internship salary is not so much.

Although you don't have to spend your own money to buy flowers today, Yu Weixiao looked at the bunches of so-called "colored roses" dyed with pigments and was embarrassed to ask for this price, and couldn't help but feel cold for this black-hearted market.

So the indignant Yu Weixiao didn't care about Fu Ze pursing his lips and smiling lightly, and said to the proprietress: "Why don't you just get me ninety-nine white roses and I can buy paint for myself?" ”

"Hey! Why do you talk like that, little girl? The colorful roses we sell are all genuine, not painted with paint! So the proprietress was anxious.

Yu Weixiao didn't argue with her, only hummed her nose and reminded her: "Then you should hide the watercolor paint piled up in your corner, so as not to be seen and wronged you!" ”

The proprietress immediately looked bad: "My paint...... My paint is for colored paper. ”

"It's a shame that even the colored paper in your store is homemade."

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense, you little girl! It's a big deal that I'm not going to do your business anymore, so please! ”

So Fu Ze, who didn't say a word from beginning to end, was kicked out of the store by the proprietress under the influence of Yu Weixiao.

"Ke Ting named Caimei from this store, what do you say now?" Sitting in the car, Fu Ze squinted at her.

"Huh?" Yu Weixiao suddenly has a sense of foreboding.

Fu Ze stared at her for a long time with a calm face, and finally didn't hold back his laughter.

"Mr. Fu, what do you mean?" Yu Wei was in a hurry, was he angry or happy, or was he directly stupid by himself?

"Let's go." He turned the car around, and smiled at her indifferently, "Buy ninety-nine white roses and a box of pigments from another store, whether you can make a difference before tonight depends on your dyeing ability." ”

"This ...... Isn't that right? For the possibility that Fang Ting might be furious for the two thousand eight bets that she didn't have to spend herself, Yu Weixiao regretted her performance in the flower shop just now.

But Fu Zecai didn't care, he really bought ninety-nine white roses and a set of gouache painting materials, picked a quiet café and chose a quiet corner, signaling that Yu Weixiao could show his strengths.

"Mr. Fu, in fact, I'm not good at this ......" Yu Weixiao is about to cry, even if Hua Weimian refuses to sell colorful roses, it's a big deal to go to other stores, why embarrass yourself?

Fu Ze has already carefully adjusted the seven-color pigments for Yu Weixiao, and he is as serious as a kindergarten child, if he is in the edamame class, he will definitely be able to mix with the class leader.

"Alas......" drove the ducks to the shelves, and Yu Weixiao finally ran out of ruts, and began to dry hard.

But just before he started, he destroyed the three roses, Fu Ze said: "It doesn't matter, Keting is not good at math, and she doesn't care." ”

Yes, anyone who receives a bouquet of handmade colored roses will be excited, and who will count how many branches?

It was difficult, the seconds were like years, and it was finally colored, but the result was still impregnated with each other, making a mess, and destroying four flowers...... Yu Weixiao is about to give up.

"Mr. Fu, did you spare me?" Begging for mercy.

"I'll help you." Fu Ze was unmoved, but he personally assisted.

Yu Weixiao didn't expect that Mr. Fu would do this, such a meticulous work, he was a big man, and he did it well, zuihou, but Yu Weixiao was there to help him mix the paint and serve the roses, and he was dyed vigorously.

"If Miss Fang knew that this bouquet of colorful roses was painted by you one by one, she would definitely be moved." Yuwei novel.

"yes, a mess." Fu Ze suddenly took the pen and wiped it on Yu Weixiao's face, Yu Weixiao only felt a touch of coldness on his cheeks, no need to guess, there must be a pink mark.

"Mr. Fu!" Yu Weixiao got angry, took out a mirror and a tissue from his bag and prepared to wipe his face, but when the mirror opened, he found that there was not only this mark on his face, but also blue, purple, yellow, red, horizontal, vertical, long, and short...... It's like being scribbled, and it can indeed be called a "mess".

"When did you draw so many lines on my face?" Yu Weixiao got angry and asked angrily no longer.

"Hey, don't wronged people, you made your hands full of paint and rubbed them on your face."

"Really?"

"yes!"

Yu Weixiao looked at the big flower face in the mirror, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Fu Ze glared at her helplessly.

"I've always wanted to ask you something." Yu Weixiao suddenly regained his serious expression and changed the topic.

"You say." Fu Ze is dyeing a rose in zuihou.

"At the beginning, you did plan to let Xiaoyu take care of edamame, but Weishenme later rejected her? You don't know, she's been unhappy about it. ”

Fu Ze put down his pen, sighed lightly, and looked regretfully at the rose that had never been dyed to satisfaction: "I hope it doesn't mean that Edamame hopes, as long as Edamame doesn't like it, I will turn him away, after so many nannies, you are the only one he doesn't dislike so far." ”

"Xiaoyu takes care of the children more than me, is more careful than me and gentler than me, how can Edamame not like her?"

"You're going to ask Edamame." Fu Ze tied the bouquet well, "I should also go pick up Ke Ting, you remember to take edamame home in a while, take care of him, I may come back late tonight." ”

Yu Wei smiled and watched Fu Ze stand up: "Mr. Fu, don't worry, I'm ready for you not to return tonight." ”

Fu Ze looked back and patted her head: "What do you think?" I will definitely be back. ”

"Oh, do you want us to leave you a bite to eat?"

"Yes!" He glanced at her and walked away with the flowers.

Yu Wei covered her mouth and snickered, smiled and smiled, and was suddenly stunned: At that moment just now, how did she feel so much like a young woman who kept a house?

Oops, no, no! His lover is Director Duan, not Fu Ze with a drag oil bottle! What's more, the oil bottle is not easy to serve, and I have to go to the kindergarten to get it back in person after a while.