I stood there, not knowing what he meant, but looking at him suspiciously.

Lin Zhicheng's expression was still light, and he continued: "Help me write a love letter of about 10,000 words, you must be full of emotion and literary brilliance, and the recipient is Miss Yang Qiao." ”

After speaking, he handed over a card and said slowly: "After I finish writing it in the afternoon, go to Carrefour's Happy Bird Flower Store to report my name and pick up flowers, and send it to Miss Yang Qiao according to this address." ”

I took the address and looked at it, good guy, it turned out that Yang Qiao was the general manager of an investment company in Cai Wuwei.

Looking at the location, the company should be very bullish.

No wonder you don't want to drag it.

However, after complaining about this, my heart was covered with overwhelming sourness, and I was even a little angry.

What the hell is going on with you, Lin Zhicheng?

Didn't you pretend to be determined to reject Yang Qiao that day? You still want me to act with you, and you want to kiss me when I am caught off guard, are you a special person?

I held the card in my hand, for fear that he would see my sadness, I lowered my head and said: "Mr. Lin, I'm going to make a summary table later, you explained it on Monday, I've been resting for three days, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up." ”

Lin Zhicheng said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." ”

, he only said on Monday that he only needed a general assistant with zero mistakes, and now he said that he is not in a hurry.

He's not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry.

It's hard for me to write love letters to other women for the men I like.

Stubbornly, I said again: "Mr. Lin, I think it would be more sincere for you to write a love letter." What's more, I don't know what your situation is, I'm afraid that if I don't write well, I'll show my stuffing. ”

Lin Zhicheng squinted at me, adjusted the watch on his wrist, and said slowly: "You must print it out at three o'clock in the afternoon, you still have 5 hours." If you don't do it well, then remember to pack your things. ”

I understood this, and he meant that if I couldn't do it, I would have to get out.

I felt so aggrieved when I walked out with the card.

Open the computer's document,I made up and lyrical in a whimsical way.,Anyway, I used all the pretentious sentences that I could remember when I was in college.,But the more I wrote, the more sad I became.,The more I wrote, the more sad I became.,Finally, I went to Baidu to turn over some hypocritical words.,Copy and paste it and typeset it.,I printed it out.。

When I went out, the weather in early April, spring had already shown its signs, and the green forest on the side of the road had sprouted sharp and tender green shoots, but my mood was like being blown by the northwest wind, painful and chaotic.

Finally arrived at the flower shop, after reporting his name, only to know that he ordered a bouquet of 99 red roses for Yang Qiao, it is estimated that he is a distinguished guest, the staff in the store are enthusiastic and enthusiastic, but I am not in the mood to talk about the mountain, take it and hold it out.

I was thinking about walking to Xinzhou Village to take a ride to Caiwu, but the phone rang.

I picked it up, and before I could speak, Lin Zhicheng said that he was looking for me in a hurry, asked me to go back to the company first, and said that he would give me twenty minutes at most.

Holding this bouquet of heavy flowers, I hurried back, the weather was very cold but I ran sweaty, knocked on Lin Zhicheng's office door, he was fine, didn't even raise his head, stretched out his hand and said, "Show me the love letter." ”

I handed it over angrily.

He glanced at it a few times, then crumpled it up and threw it into the trash.

After doing all this, he slapped his palms on each other, raised his head to stare at me and asked, "Let you be full of emotions and literary brilliance, and you will write these disease-free moaning things and plan to send them over?" Or are you deliberately making trouble because you like me? ”

I opened my mouth, and finally I said, "No." I'm not a professional love letter, Mr. Lin, if you're not satisfied, you can write it yourself. ”

After saying that, I put the flowers directly on his table.

He glanced at the bouquet of flowers, and then said lightly: "Since you can't send it out, then give it to you, take it." ”

The thought that this was the flower he had ordered for someone else, and that he gave it to me because he couldn't give it away, felt like he had suddenly encountered a sandstorm.

I didn't do anything, I said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, but I don't need it." ”

Lin Zhicheng's face darkened suddenly, even if it was cold, it was still very good-looking, glared at me, he angrily grabbed the handful of flowers and threw them on the ground, and then glared at me as if I owed him millions and didn't pay it back: "Why are you such a woman who doesn't know how to do it!" ”

I opened my mouth and was about to speak, when the door creaked open.