After receiving the news, Lian Xinying's emotions were almost out of control.

Who will give her red roses on Valentine's Day? Except for the one she loves the most!

After saying goodbye to Yan's father in a hurry, Lian Xinying hurried home with the child.

Along the way, Lian Xinying cried and laughed, so scared that Xiao Chengqi didn't dare to exhale, and in the end, he cried directly with Lian Xinying.

He didn't know what was wrong with his mother, so he asked his mother, but her mother didn't speak.

I feel like my mom looks so scary.

Xiao Cheng has never seen his mother like this.

It wasn't until the car stopped at the door that Lian Xinying realized that he had lost his temper.

wiped his son's tears again and again: "Fool, why are you crying during the holiday today?" ”

Xiao Cheng's heart was messy: "Mom, you cried first!" ”

"Oh...... Mom is happy! Are you happy? Lian Xinying wiped the tears from his face with one hand, didn't care about his son, and trotted to the house first.

The housekeeper held the rose and waited for her to return.

"It's this bouquet of flowers. I just counted fifty boredly. "Housekeeper, it's boring.

Fifty flowers...... What is the meaning?

I can't even care about how many roses I want to send.

Because she was very sure in her heart that this rose must have been sent by Yan Ye!

Who else but him will send her roses?

Lian Xinying emotionally took the rose and began to rummage inside.

"I just looked and there was no greeting card or anything like that." The housekeeper also thought it was sent by Yan Ye, so after receiving the roses, he first looked for a greeting card inside.

The housekeeper's words were like a basin of cold water, which made Lian Xinying a little disappointed.

However, Lian Xinying still believes that the flowers were sent by Yan Ye.

"No one else will send me flowers but him." Today is Valentine's Day, and her lover is only Yan Ye.

And Yan Ye's lover is only her.

"I'm thinking...... Was it sent by someone who had a crush on Yan Shao? The butler made a bold guess.

Lian Xinying pursed her lips, and her excited expression dimmed.

Without a signature, she couldn't guess who had sent the flower.

"Yan Ye has always been ruthless to women outside......" Lian Xinying muttered, and a possibility suddenly came to mind in his mind.

She took her phone out of her bag and dialed it out.

On the other side of the phone, a voice soon came: "Yingying, Happy Valentine's Day." It was Ji Fan's voice.

"Happy Holidays to you too. I would like to ask you a question......"

Before Lian Xinying's question was asked, Ji Fan answered: "I know that Yan Ye hasn't come back yet, so I sent you a bouquet of flowers." Let you know that at least I'm still thinking of you. ”

Lian Xinying's emotions are complicated.

There is gratitude, there is disappointment.

After thanking him, he hung up the phone.

The rose has been held in Xiao Cheng's arms as a toy.

Lian Xinying sat on the sofa, his eyes closed, his expression looked calm, but in the calm, there was a coldness of disappointment.

Lunch, she was not in the mood at all.

My head hurts and I don't know what's going on.

Maybe I was too excited just now and thought there was news of Yan Ye, but it turned out to be different. In this short period of time, she used most of her body's energy.

Yan Ye is a dose of poison.

Falling in love with him, she worries about her stomach, and she suffers from gains and losses.

I went upstairs and lay down on the bed, and the pain was relieved a little.

About half an hour later, Xiao Cheng finished lunch and came upstairs.

A crisp voice sounded beside the bed: "Mom, there's another bouquet of tweed!" ”

(Po Sing Shek Academy)