"Which gentleman?"

However, before the little boy could answer, he smiled and ran away.

Su Qianci looked down at the calla lily in her hand, smiled slightly, and shouted: "Mr. Lu, stop playing, I know it's you!" ”

It's just that there were brisk footsteps in front of me soon, this time it was a girl, "Forget-me-not flower language is eternal love." ”

Su Qianci took it, and the girl quickly ran away, and after a while, another girl came running and handed her a purple tulip.

"Purple tulips are the endless love that Mr. has for you."

One walked, and someone came over again and handed her a beautiful fresh flower.

"The White Lotus represents Mr.'s sincerity and sincerity, the purest and whitest faith."

"The flower language of honeysuckle is, 'I will give you all the best of me'."

"The bellflower represents the most loyal and sincere love that Mr. has for you."

"Lavender represents gratitude and protection."

"99 lilies are willing to be with you for a long time and a hundred years."

……

This is the day when Su Qianci has heard the most flower language, and the more she receives their flowers, the more she feels empty.

Su Qianci looked at the large bouquet of various flowers in her hand, and her guilt for Lu Yihan deepened.

Today, she asked Lu Yihan to come out, because she wanted to tell him to regret it.

But......

Why did Lu Yihan do this?

What did she say next?

There were more and more onlookers around, and everyone thought that Su Qianci would be happy, but after seeing her expression clearly, they all looked at each other.

Someone picked up their phone and took a video, and suddenly, there were exclamations around.

I saw that on the opposite side of the place where Su Qianci was standing, a beautiful bicycle rode in.

The body of the bicycle is transparent, and one by one the riders carry a basket full of flaming red roses into the square.

Each basket was full, fresh and beautiful, and the faint aroma quickly wafted away.

The bicycle rider stopped beside Su Qianci, and one by one the bicycles quickly stopped around the edge of the square.

Five, ten, fifteen...... The number of riders' bicycles is constantly increasing, and baskets of flaming roses are carried to the very center of the main square.

Each one is bright red and fresh and vibrant.

There was an exclamation and shock all around:

"Awesome, Brother Ord, there are so many roses, it shouldn't be 9999, right?"

"You stupid, how can it be, there must be more than that! There are at least 999 flowers in each basket, damn, it's not over yet? How many are there? ”

"The snapshot video is on Weibo, it's too tyrant!"

……

Su Qianci looked at the riders who were constantly rushing in, and there were more and more of them.

Those full flower baskets were placed in the center of the square, and one by one the bicycles went out, and one after another the bicycles came in, and within a while, dozens of flower baskets had been placed.

Someone in the back was counting, shouting, "88, 89, 90...... 97、98、99、100！ ”

After losing the last number, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "It's finally over!" Oh my God, it's the first time I've seen so many flowers in my life! ”

"Qianqian." Lu Yihan's voice came from behind Su Qianci.

When Su Qianci heard this voice, her back stiffened.

looked at the large bouquet of flowers in his hand, and the sea of fire roses in front of him, his heart was more like being caught by a ghost, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)