The roses in the office were piled up on a table, and the room was full of the smell of roses, and Jiang Qinglime was choked uncomfortably, "Bastard!" ”

"Vice President Jiang, your flowers."

Jiang Qingling didn't even look at it, and said coldly, "Deal with it." ”

Chen Lan looked at the words in her hand, hesitated for a while, and didn't know whether to say something or not.

Seeing Chen Lan standing by the door, Jiang Qingling asked, "What are you doing with the pestle, is there nothing to do?" ”

"Vice President Jiang, I think this bouquet of flowers is very special, much more interesting than the roses that make me want to cry. Of course, what interests me the most is the owner of this bouquet. ”

Jiang Qingling raised her eyes, looked at Chen Lan, and was stunned for a while, "Jian Chenchu is sick, give people lilies, and don't go to the hospital to see patients." Curse me? Dispose of it. ”

Chen Lan hugged the lily, paused, and then glanced outside the door, a little crying without tears.

Both sides are the Lord, is it easy to eat with a mouthful of food?

A bouquet of lilies was placed in front of her, directly on her computer keyboard, Jiang Qingling frowned, "Secretary Chen, you can't understand my words?" ”

"Don't like it?"

Jiang Qingling didn't even raise his head, "I don't like it." ”

"Other men's roses have collected the whole office, and I'm going to throw them away?"

The man's voice was low, his voice was mellow, there was a hint of displeasure in it, and the dark aura continued to linger.

Jiang Qinglime sat on the swivel chair and her body was crooked, her hand touched the glass next to her, she was about to fish, one hand reached over and held the glass in front of her.

Jiang Qinglime quickly got up, scooped up a bouquet of roses casually, handed it to the man, and blinked, "The roses, given to you, are very in line with your noble and elegant temperament." ”

Ning Xizhou looked at the rose in front of him, took it, and threw it on the ground, "It's really a vulgar taste." ”

Jiang Qinglime's gaze was crooked, and it landed on the lily on the table, you have an elegant taste!

"That is, how can this vulgar taste cater to my elegant taste, or do you have the vision to send lilies." She swept the roses on the table to the ground and trampled them a few times.

The fiery red rose petals became sparse at this moment, and Jiang Qingling smiled and picked up the lilies on the table, "You still have vision." ”

She hasn't forgotten what happened last night, the two had an unpleasant quarrel, and in the end it was herself who suffered, catering to him a little bit, and still living a good life.

Ning Xizhou watched her hold the lily, and her wrinkled eyebrows became tighter and tighter, "I really don't like it?" ”

"I like it." Jiang Lime hugged the flowers, looking like she couldn't put it down.

"I don't like to throw it away."

"Hey ......"

Before Jiang Qingling could react, the lily in his hand had been pulled out by Ning Xizhou and thrown on the ground, and the white lily petals were somewhat broken.

Jiang Qinglime looked at the pitiful lily on the ground and pursed her lips, "Do you like it?" Why don't I send it to you next time? ”

Ning Xizhou held her hand, "It's time to get off work." ”

"Well, it's off work...... Jiang Qingling looked at the time, "yes, it's off work." ”

She didn't break free of his hand, and her eyes widened suddenly, "You won't come here to catch the rape, will you?" You can rest assured, this kind of vulgar roses, the people who give them are also vulgar, they are not good things, or you are more reliable, pure and beautiful. ”

Ning Xizhou's furrowed eyebrows gradually flattened, the feeling of oppression on his body disappeared, and a smile rose on his lips.

Most of her words were flattering to him, but he endured it and finally didn't show his disgust for him.