Mu Huazheng asked with a smile while serving tea and pouring water: "Qingran, the handsome guy who came to deliver flowers yesterday is your boyfriend, it looks like a good match." ”

"No, you're thinking too much." Qingran smiled faintly, and after speaking, she lowered her head and worked.

Qingran felt that Mu Huazheng had always been listening to her recently, intentionally or unintentionally, and she didn't like this kind of shallow behavior, and she didn't want to share her privacy with others, she didn't want to be a monkey being watched in the zoo.

Lou Jingjing, who was eavesdropping with her ears stretched out next to her, quietly glanced at Mu Huazheng's face, and then laughed secretly.

Mu Huazheng made a fuss about himself, his expression changed slightly, looking at Yin Qingran's cold appearance, he thought disdainfully in his heart, what are you dragging, it's just a broken shoe that has climbed a high branch!

When the office area was quiet, a young man in overalls came to the Franco-German Portuguese Department with a beautiful bouquet of champagne roses, beckoning Yin Qingran to sign for flowers.

Qingran glanced over, the bouquet was not signed, and casually asked who sent it, but the young man couldn't tell clearly.

She guessed that it should be Yue Fan, probably to apologize for yesterday's recklessness.

So I quietly sent him a message [Thank you for the flowers, it's beautiful].

This bouquet of flowers is good, it just happens to be my aunt's favorite champagne rose, anyway, give it to her, that's hers, just borrow flowers to offer my aunt, and tomorrow I will hold the flowers to pick up my aunt and discharge from the hospital.

Completely ignore the various meanings of the eyes cast by her colleagues, she will be grateful if others treat her well, and if it is not good, she will ignore it directly.

Zhu Ting from the German group went to whisper to her cousin Jin Meng again, and then ran back to the French, German and Portuguese departments.

When he went to work again in the afternoon, Du Wenxu gave Yin Qingran a task about the French contract of the travel agency, and then prepared to take Jin Meng and Zhu Ting to meet Andre and others.

Since she didn't need to be sent abroad, Qingran simply took a day off and went to the hospital tomorrow to pick up her aunt.

Zhu Ting, who had been carefully dressed, walked in front of Qingran with a proud face, like a proud peacock.

Qingran completely ignored it and carefully translated the work at hand.

When I got home from work in the evening, I saw Yue Fan's reply message [The flowers were personally selected by me, you can like it, I am very happy [to offer flowers]. 】

Qingran felt that Yue Fan would probably be busy at this time, so she replied with a smiling picture and didn't bother him to be distracted.

Then he checked the courier message to Chen Xun, showing that the recipient had signed for it, and Qingran smiled with satisfaction.

The next day, after the morning rush hour, Qingran drove along the slightly secluded street and slowly drove towards the hospital.

Yin Qingran hugged champagne roses in her arms and came to the inpatient department with her grandmother, and Yin Fangfei, who had already packed up, was chatting with Dr. Zhao.

After recovering from the heavy injury, Yin Fangfei had recovered her white skin and beautiful state, said goodbye to a few little nurses, and went home happily.

Then there was a conversation and laughter to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients, and the three of them were all beauties with good temperament, and they attracted special attention wherever they went.

cooperated with a table of good dishes, each person held a glass of red wine in their hands, clinked glasses and drank lightly, and they all had different feelings in their hearts.

In the living room, the old song "Woman Flower" sounded - "...... The woman's flower swayed in the red dust, and the woman's flower swayed gently with the wind, hoping that there would be a pair of gentle hands that could soothe the loneliness in my heart......"

Qingran held her cheeks and said with a smile: "If women are like flowers, then we are the most fragrant, the most vibrant, and the most charming wildflowers." ”

After speaking, he cleared his throat and hummed sweetly: "Little wildflowers, little wildflowers, three flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, lalalala......"