"Mr. Yan, there is a ...... this afternoon" Wen Chuanji was coldly interrupted by Mr. Yan before he finished speaking.

"Push it off."

touched the sweat on his face and said, "Okay, Mr. Yan." ”

It's been a morning, and when I came to Mingyi from the banquet, I was constantly origami, and my fingertips were flexible and fast.

All of them were flowers, and all kinds of paper and various flower quilts were evenly separated and spread out in every corner of the desk.

The cut strips of paper are neatly gathered in small trays on the table.

Wen Chuanji roughly looked at several kinds, including peach blossoms, bellflowers, roses, and many others, and even a bunch of hydrangeas.

I can't imagine how these were folded out of Mr. Yan's hands.

But the good-looking girl gradually appeared in front of him, the cute girl who didn't want to be smart, and he always knew a little bit in his heart.

Is the banquet always clever enough to please the girls?

The dog-legged one came out again: "Mr. Yan, how much do you want to fold?" ”

Yan Lin glanced at him and said nothing.

"Why don't I also help the banquet with a discount?"

"No, you don't." refused without emotion, and Wen Chuanji didn't know whether he was happy or angry, so he had to walk out of the president's office in a gloomy manner.

Judging by the number of those flowers and the speed of his hands, Mr. Yan may have folded for a long time before going to work.

Finally, when it was time to get off work, Wen Chuanji helped Yan Lin hold a lot of flowers that were tied into a bunch or a single one.

Yan Lin himself also hugged a lot.

Place all kinds of flowers in the back seat of the car, and drive back to Mingche Hall after the feast.

……

Mu Zhiqing left the courtyard today to eat at the neighbor's house under the watchful eyes of Li Xi and Jiang Jinmo.

There was always a strange feeling in my heart, and I always felt that under such a gaze, she and Mr. Yan were eating, more like, like, stealing. 情(( ̄へ ̄井)

Mu Zhiqing has a big heart, and Mr. Liyan's "big fire" yesterday has long been forgotten.

Out of the yard, I still obediently went to the house of the banquet.

The door opened automatically, and she froze.

Mr. Yan's front yard is a pillar stone in the water, and today's pillar stone is no different from the past, but except for the one in the middle where she is closest to the main house, each of the remaining pillar stones is placed on a paper stack of pink peach blossoms, and the pink on the flower is so detailed that you can feel the gradient on its petals.

Mu Zhiqing picked up the peach blossom on the surface of a pillar stone at his feet and placed it in the palm of his hand.

It's beautiful. Very attentive.

She began to wonder what Mr. Yan was going to do with this.

Walking slowly into the corridor of the main house, there was still a bunch of bellflowers lying on the wooden floor at each step.

"Mr. Yan?"

"Mr. Yan, are you there?"

The feast was about to dice the carrots when he heard an inquiry.

Wiped his hands dry and planned to go out to pick her up.

When Xiao Tuanzi saw him, his eyes lit up, and he was curious and amazed: "Mr. Yan, did you make those flowers outside?" It's so beautiful. What are you for? ”

I didn't know what to say for a while, but the little girl looked fine, without any wilting appearance of yesterday.

Mr. Yan walked very close to her and looked down at her: "It's for you to apologize." ”

"Huh? Apologize? I? ”

"Well, yesterday."

"Yesterday, but Mr. Yan, I wasn't very angry, I just played a little temper."

The little group in front of him was a little panicked, and hurriedly pulled the corner of Yan Lin's clothes, for fear that he would misunderstand.

Xiao Tuanzi thought to himself, Mr. Yan must have taken it seriously about yesterday's incident, he folded so much paper to make amends?