It's the man who was flamboyant in her hospital room yesterday, cheeky and didn't leave, and desperately teased her.

It's him, he's still a big president.

Yan Chuyao was a little dizzy, she had just been dumped by the department director, and in a blink of an eye, the president sent her to the door.

Is this pie in the sky, or is she out of shit luck?

Yan Chuyao smiled bitterly.

Does she have to thank the dogs?

The head is still confused, but she has never been a person who wants to climb high branches and intends to be rich.

When she met Cheng Shijun, he was just a poor student.

He was able to complete his studies with great help from her.

She hates Xiao Han, and she won't change because he's a big president.

Therefore, the fate of the second bouquet of flowers, like the first bouquet, was also thrown to the ground by her.

If you play a scoundrel in front of her, you should be thrown away and thrown hard by her.

As for the postcard with the Supreme number written on it, it was also thrown on the floor, and in the end, it will be thrown into the trash along with those flowers.

Yan Chuyao was lying on the hospital bed angrily, her mind was chaotic, why did she encounter so many unexpected things in just three or four days?

She thought about it, this year is not her natal year, and so many strange things have happened.

Just as she was thinking, there was another knock on the door of the ward.

When she heard a knock at the door, she instinctively thought that she might have come to bring her flowers again.

It's annoying to her!

Will it be different from ordinary girls, she actually hates people giving her flowers.

Although, even she doesn't believe that her heterosexual relationship will be so good, and she doesn't believe that she will have any peach blossom luck, but because there are too many strange things happening in the past few days, she does not rule out that there will be more strange things happening.

Tuk-tuk.

There was a few knocks on the door, thinking it was a flower delivery, so she didn't answer.

Without her permission, there were several more knocks on the door.

Yan Chuyao was a little impatient, frowned, and said to the door: "If it's a flower delivery, you don't have to come in, Miss Ben is not rare." ”

Zhao Wenwu, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes outside the door and held flowers in his hand, was surprised when he heard this, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

His heart began to drum violently, and his face was gloomy and dripping.

To his surprise, how could Yan Chuyao know that he was going to send flowers to her today.

However, to his disappointment, she actually said that it was not rare for him to send flowers, which was not an indirect rejection of him.

Zhao Wenwu's heart was pulling out the cold at the moment, his fists were clenched, and he wanted to knock himself out with a fist, so as not to bear the pain of heartache.

He has been preparing for so long, for her, he has always liked to dress casually, so he specially picked out a suit he hated the most, and made a hairstyle that he didn't like very much, just to dress himself up formally, so that she could see her sincerity and intentions.

However, before he confessed to her, why was he rejected first?

Could it be that I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out, and I didn't check the good days?

He should find an auspicious day to confess to her and propose to her.

Because he really can't wait, he doesn't want her to be sad and in a bad mood all the time from being troubled by the loss of love.

He wanted to make her happy, he wanted her to know that even if she couldn't have children in the future, there were still people in this world who loved her very much.