Chapter Forty-Nine: Flowers Roll
There are many kinds of romance, but such a kind of romance that kills must not be the style that Yang Qingtong likes.
When she scolded Sasha one by one so that she really felt that her head was a little big, she finally fell asleep on the bed because she couldn't help it. Only Yang Qingtong on the other side of the phone is still repeatedly arguing that she will never go on a blind date, because she is not a pig's head.
Well, the pigs are all asleep, wash and sleep yourself! But when she looked at her phone, it showed that it was already two o'clock in the morning. Hey, I've got to sleep in tomorrow.
In fact, no amount of excuse is just an excuse. When Mother Yang came over to call her the next morning. Sasha was naturally used by Yang Qingtong as an excuse for this important moment.
"It's all Sasha who talked to me so late last night, I'll sleep a little longer!"
Listening to her daughter's excuse for lying in bed every time, Yang's mother has long been accustomed to it. Today is a little different, though, and she must be called up, because there is a guest.
This guest is not here to buy something, but to deliver something, so under the strong offensive of Yang's mother, Yang Qingtong is very reluctant.
"Mom, who is here? Didn't know it was the weekend? ”
"People said that they came here on weekends, for fear of disturbing your weekday work."
Who is it? So "empathetic"? Don't you know that weekends are my personal private time? Yang Qingtong struggled to put on his clothes and came to the front hall in a daze.
"Hello Mayor Yang!" A humble voice greeted.
"You are? Billowing? Yang Qingtong almost exclaimed, because this guy was very clean and tidy today, and he was like two people that day, of course, there was no change in volume.
Especially in front of this round belly, holding the boss's bouquet of flowers, if it weren't for his large size, he really wouldn't be able to tell who was standing behind him from this bouquet.
"Yang Qingtong, this is a gift from me." With that, he walked over and handed the flower to her.
"This ...... What is the meaning? Yang Qingtong hadn't received flowers for a long time, especially the bright red roses in front of her, which made her a little overwhelmed.
"Daughter, hurry up and get the flowers, and then let the family sit down." Yang's mother saw the two people stalemate there, and hurriedly came out to ease an embarrassing situation.
Yang Qingtong smiled slightly, and did not refuse. Yang's mother collected the flowers for her.
", are you here today for something? Why did you send me roses? ”
"This is the moon season, not the rose." "These two flowers are inherently similar, and under my cultivation, the red moon season can easily be mistaken for a rose in front of unfamiliar people." And this is a new variety that I have cultivated over the years. ”
"Oh, I see, you came here today to ask me to help you solve the problem of selling flowers?"
"Yes, didn't you say last time that you were going to come to my flower cellar to have a look, I waited for you on the left and you didn't come, and you didn't come on the right, which made me anxious. So, I didn't wait any longer, and came straight to you. "Roll and tell the truth simply.
Yang Qingtong secretly sighed that his little life was so bitter, and he didn't let people sleep lazy on the big weekend. It seems that the happiness of the whole town still depends on itself!
There was no other nonsense, Yang Qingtong washed his face, ate some cake casually and paddled his stomach, and then followed him to his flower cellar.