Forcibly seeing Tang Xiaosan's discomfort, she asked, "Who is the president of your family?" ”

Tang Xiaosan's eyes rolled, remembering what Xiao Han told him, don't tell Yan Chuyao his identity, just send the flowers.

The things that the president explained are bigger than the sky, and the things that the president doesn't let him say can't be said even if he is killed.

He spread his hands helplessly at Yan Chuyao, "This, I can't tell you, there is a postcard in this flower, you can see it yourself." If it's all right, I'll take my leave. ”

"Well, okay." Yan Chuyao felt that if he didn't leave, he might really vomit blood.

It's really Tang Xiaosan's painting style that is too difficult for her, a traditional girl, to accept.

Yan Chuyao watched Tang Xiaosan twist and squeeze out of the ward door, and when he saw the flowers in his arms, his face once again showed a suspicious look,

took out the postcard in the flower and looked at the words on it, Yan Chuyao was slightly stunned.

What day is it?

The signature of the postcard actually reads: The person you hate the most.

The person she hates the most?

Who is it?

She thinks she has a very annoying personality, and she never hates anyone, why is there someone she hates the most, and she knows that she hates him, and she shamelessly sends her flowers.

Yesterday, she scolded Xiao Han's three sentences, "I hate you." ”

The head is completely controlled by the lovelorn, and I don't remember it anymore.

She thought carefully about the person she hated, and it seemed that there really wasn't.

This world is simply too mysterious!

She felt so depressed, why did the person she once loved the most break up and send her flowers.

Even when they were good, because she felt that it was pointless and a waste of money to buy flowers, he never gave her flowers.

Therefore, the bouquet of lilies just now is not only the first time Cheng Shiyun sent her flowers, but also the last time he sent her flowers.

Thinking about it, Yan Chuyao sobbed again.

After all, flowers have always represented romantic love, and her romance comes after her love is over.

When together, there are no such things as romantic love.

Until you break up, isn't it cruel to taste waste when you fall out of love?

She flipped up the back of the postcard, and there was a string of phone numbers, but her eyes lit up and opened in an instant.

The phone number is, 18888888888.

It's such a domineering number, probably only this one in the country.

Supreme number.

Yan Chuyao pinched herself in disbelief, and felt the pain before she knew that she was not dreaming.

God, she secretly exclaimed, anyone who can use this number must be either rich or expensive.

And it's the kind of rich and expensive.

Two years ago, she heard that this supreme number was bought at a high price, and people who didn't want to buy it would be met by themselves.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of meeting a big star.

She was now 100% sure that the bouquet must have been sent by mistake.

No, she must return the flowers, maybe someone else is still waiting to receive them.

Although she knew, the person who delivered the flowers was certainly not simple.

But if it's not your own thing, you just can't ask for it.

She picked up her phone and quickly clicked the string of numbers, but the moment she clicked the dial button, her finger was lowered again.

The scene when Xiao Han was leaving yesterday appeared in her mind like lightning.

She finally remembered the three words she said "I hate you!" before he walked out of the hospital room, and she pointed at his back and gritted her teeth. ”

She finally remembered who this "person you hate the most" was.