Leng Haochen didn't let her go, and after kissing her for a long time, he let go of her contentedly, and then looked at him with some grievances: "The bouquet of flowers that I threw away ......"

Song Xingchen immediately withdrew from Leng Haochen's embrace: "Forget it, forget it, throw it away." ”

"That's not going to work, that's what you're going to give me." The arms were empty, and Leng Haochen felt a little lost in his heart.

Song Xingchen said angrily: "You threw it yourself, who is to blame?" ”

"I mean, you send it again." Leng Haochen was not weak at all.

"Huh?" Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment, but after reacting, he decisively refused: "No." ”

"Why?"

"There's no why."

When the two were arguing whether to send flowers, Leng Yi'an protested dissatisfiedly.

"Mom and Dad, are you making out? Isn't it time for us to go back? Leng Yi'an pulled away the fat finger covering his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was about to fly into the sky: "It's so embarrassing." ”

I almost forgot!

Leng Yi'an was still watching silently.

Song Xingchen's face was so red that he was about to drip blood, glared at Leng Haochen, lowered his head and was annoyed: "It's all your fault, it's not serious at all." ”

She should have pushed Leng Haochen away a little firmly.

Leng Haochen stood up lightly, glanced at his son, and asked without a weak heart: "Have you eaten enough?" ”

"Dad, do you mean rice, or dog food?" Leng Yi'an used the Internet vocabulary very smartly: "If it's dog food, I'll eat it." ”

Song Xingchen: "......"

In the future, you still have to control the frequency of the little one's Internet access.

"When you're full, go home." She was afraid that Leng Haochen would make any more outrageous moves, so she hurriedly packed up and got up.

As a result, as soon as she stood up, her hand was held by Leng Haochen and she pulled him out.

Leng Haochen took Song Xingchen's hand and said to Leng Yi'an: "Keep up." ”

"Dad who crossed the river and demolished the bridge." Leng Yi'an flattened his mouth, followed in unison, and ran over to hold Song Xingchen's other hand.

As soon as he got in the car, Song Xingchen suddenly remembered something, and asked with burning eyes: "How do you know that Han Yuxuan sent me flowers?" ”

It's impossible for Xiao Ke to tell him this kind of thing, that is, he knew it from other sources, could it be Su Qiaoqiao?

Leng Haochen quietly avoided the core topic: "Someone wants me to know, and the news will be sent to the door without going out." ”

Song Xingchen automatically understood that this was Su Qiaoqiao's secret, and said angrily: "She really found someone to stare at me, and she did this kind of indiscriminate thing to sow discord." ”

The point is, Leng Haochen still believes it!

Although the key may still lie in the kiss scene......

Thinking of this, Song Xingchen was embarrassed to ask, she said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "In the future, you should stay away from Su Qiaoqiao, be careful that next time her asthma attacks again, then rely on you." ”

Leng Haochen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he quickly returned to normal: "Well, listen to you." ”

The day after the two reconciled, Song Xingchen refused Leng Haochen's request to send her to the crew.

Even if she has explained the relationship between her and Han Yuxuan to Leng Haochen, it is inevitable that she will need to interact with Han Yuxuan in the crew, in order to avoid more trouble, let Leng Haochen see less if he can see it.

What's more, she has more important things to do today......

"You really don't need me to send it?" Leng Haochen looked dissatisfied.

Song Xingchen had nowhere to open his mouth if he wanted to coax: "Leng Shaogui is busy, and there are patients to take care of, so we won't be in trouble." ”

After speaking, she turned around and got into the car directly, and saw that Leng Haochen was still standing in place with a cold face, and suddenly ......

She opened the door again, ran over in three or two steps, grabbed his shoulders and stood on tiptoe, and whispered a warning in his ear: "People who shouldn't be watching, don't look around, the hospital is not a good place, and it will be too bad to go." ”

Leng Haochen's face turned clear in a second, and he pulled her to kiss her firmly: "Okay." ”

"My lipstick has been spent by you......" Song Xingchen glanced at him with disgust, then got into the car and said to the driver: "Drive." ”

The driver smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am." ”

As soon as Song Xingchen arrived at the crew, a staff member ran over: "Sister Xingchen, someone sent you something and asked you to sign for it." ”

Song Xingchen looked puzzled, who was idle in the morning and had nothing to do to send her things?

She asked strangely, "What did you give?" ”

"I said I would let you see it for yourself and sign for it."

"That's ......" Song Xingchen frowned: "Then take me over to have a look." ”

What is it that is so mysterious?

Whose prank could it be?

Or maybe it's black powder, what terrible and disgusting thing is sent?

Song Xingchen subconsciously erected his guard, but when he arrived at the door of the crew, a heart made of roses of various colors was impressively presented in front of him, the number of flowers and the size and shape of the flowers were spectacular enough, and the fragrance of flowers was overflowing.

The onlookers gathered together to whisper.

"Someone sent flowers to Song Xingchen again, this time it's more luxurious than the last time, I don't know how many times more luxurious, Chiguoguo's confession is strange."

"Who sent it this time?"

"I don't know, the little brother who sent the flowers didn't say, I must wait for Song Xingchen to come."

"Such a high-profile, how will it end if Mr. Leng knows?"

"What if it was sent by Mr. Leng?"

"No, a cold person like Mr. Leng wouldn't confess in such a way, right? Besides, they are not at all a relationship that can be confessed. ”

Song Xingchen helplessly supported her forehead, she approached the rose, Leng Haochen's handsome and peerless cheeks shook in her mind, and her heart was sweet.

When the flower delivery brother saw her, he greeted her warmly with another bouquet of red roses that were particularly red and blooming very warmly, held them in both hands and handed her a golden postcard and a receipt.

"Miss Song, 520, 1314 and 99 flowers of three sizes have all been delivered, please sign for it, please sign here."

Song Xingchen glanced down at the two cards.

The font on the postcard is still gilded: "I want to kiss you every time I see you".

A conspicuous word "cold" on the sender on the receipt made Song Xingchen understand everything instantly.

Leng Haochen is really still thinking about that bouquet of roses!

Thinking of this, Song Xingchen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his heart was instantly swept by sweetness, and he couldn't wait to go back to half an hour ago, take the initiative a little more, and kiss him more.

When she came back to her senses, she felt that this idea was really dangerous.

Song Xingchen hurriedly hugged the flowers, signed the name, and politely said to the flower delivery brother: "Thank you."

"Wow, what a blessing." The staff kept cheering: "Is it a fan, or a suitor, Sister Xingchen?" ”

"Neither." Song Xingchen chuckled in a low voice.

Turning his head and starting to worry about what to do with the flowers all over the ground, he still called Xiao Ke after thinking about it for a long time.