100 Feet(1)
A year later, the business of the oil mill is getting better and better, and many people come to the door to talk about cooperation, and some people want to buy the brand of their oil mill.
Zhong Nuanyang didn't agree, she has experienced a lot in the past year, learned a lot, and matured a lot.
The most important thing is that during this year, she did not miss any studies, and she also coordinated all aspects of the operation of the oil mill, including the financial management of her mother's side.
Su Feng's support and help are indispensable, and today is a holiday, Zhong Nuanyang decided to invite Su Feng to watch a movie as a reward for his hard work during this time.
In order to surprise him, Zhong Nuanyang booked movie tickets a day in advance, and also booked a restaurant to eat after watching the movie. When everything was arranged, when Zhong Nuanyang called Su Feng to come out, he said that he had something to do temporarily.
"What's the matter, isn't it a weekend?" Zhong Nuanyang was a little disappointed and flicked the mobile phone chain, there was no such link in the plan.
"Wang Lu, they have a performance today, the lead singer is sick, let me replace him temporarily, I just wanted to call you." Su Feng didn't hear the loss in Zhong Nuanyang's tone, and his tone was a little excited: "I'll pick you up in a while and take you to the show." ”
Since Su Feng's accident, he has not been involved in the affairs of the band, and Wang Lu and they had to find another lead singer.
In the past six months, Su Feng often went to watch them rehearse when he was free, and occasionally sang two songs with them, today is the first comeback, Zhong Nuanyang can hear his happiness, after all, forming a band is also one of his wishes.
"Really? That's great. Zhong Nuanyang was really happy for Su Feng, because she knew that the previous few times Wang Lu invited him back, he politely refused because he wanted to help himself.
"Did you just say there was any arrangement?" Su Feng then remembered what Zhong Nuanyang had just said, and asked with some curiosity.
"No, it's nothing, then tell me when you're ready, and I'll go and support you." Zhong Nuanyang walked to the commercial street while speaking, looked at the flower shop that was still open, and had an idea.
"Hello, what do you need?" The owner of the flower shop is still the tattooed uncle before, but this time he is wearing a thick turtleneck, and the long ponytail with only his personality is still showing his personality, and he feels that someone is coming in, and he continues to arrange the bouquet without raising his head.
This is the first time Zhong Nuanyang walked into this flower shop, and found that the place inside is not big, but the layout is very warm, and all kinds of sober flower fragrances come from the shop. With a dazzling array of bouquets of different colors and various shapes, Na Dahan has a soft light.
"Please help me match a bouquet of flowers," Zhong Nuanyang didn't know how to choose flowers for the boy, so he probably said his own requirements, and then handed it over to the shopkeeper to arrange it.
"It's rare for a girl to give flowers to a boy, and your boyfriend is very happy." The flower shop owner seemed to be looking at Zhong Nuanyang's face seriously for the first time, and said while smiling and choosing flowers.
Zhong Nuanyang was a little embarrassed: "I'm also quite happy." After saying that, he was embarrassed, and hurriedly said to him: "Boss, do you have a card or something?" ”
"At the counter, you choose." The boss held the ribbon wrapped in flowers in his mouth, smiled and nodded in the direction of the counter, and continued to be busy.
Zhong Nuanyang picked out a card by herself, biting her pen and thinking about how to phrase it, when she saw a bouquet of flowers that had been wrapped next to her, and the words on the card attracted her attention.