After coming out of the observatory, He Xiyan followed Ye Hao to the most famous hotel in Munich. The hotel is designed in the style of a European castle and is full of gold elements and a variety of antique vases and frescoes.

Ye Hao's assistant booked three exquisite suites in the hotel in advance, and the hotel has a senior presidential suite, but he couldn't book it, because an important international conference was held in the city today, and the presidential suites in the hotel were booked.

He Xiyan came to the fifth floor of the hotel, and the beautiful waitress took her to a room on the far left, a very beautiful and spacious room, much like a very chic apartment suite, pure European style, pure white furniture, light blue Damascus wallpaper, delicate crystal lamps, beige floor, and various potted plants as decoration.

He Xiyan is not picky about what room to live in, but she is a little puzzled because there are two beds in the room.

After a while, Ye Hao came up, he came out of the elevator, holding a large bouquet of lilies in his hand, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed everywhere he passed.

Dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, and a delicate bow tie on his chest, he seemed to be dressed up on purpose, looking handsome and handsome, with the calmness of a mature man between his eyebrows.

He Xiyan watched him walk towards her, she blinked, and swallowed the words again.

Of course, she knew that the flower was for herself. In fact, he doesn't need to be like this, she is no longer young, she is not a little girl, flowers and gifts will not make her heart beat faster, let alone have any excitement.

Ye Hao handed the flowers to He Xiyan.

"Yours, Yan Yan." He said with a smile.

He Xiyan bit her thin lip and stared at the large bouquet of flowers. The flowers are very beautiful, white lilies, pure white and flawless, like crystal flowers. The flower buds are golden yellow, like a beautiful citrine sandwiched between white marble.

He Xiyan remembered that he had given himself many bouquets of flowers before, but they were all roses, red roses, blue roses, and pink roses, and this was the first time he had given a lily.

"What, don't you like it?" Ye Hao saw that she didn't accept the flowers he sent, his smile froze on his face, and his face was slightly red under the light, as if he was also nervous.

Because he knew that if she was willing to accept the flowers he sent, it meant that she should accept herself, and if she didn't......

He Xiyan took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and then suddenly looked at Ye Hao, looking at his deep amber eyes.

She thought for a moment, nodded suddenly, and said with a smile: "Yes, I am past the age where I like people to send flowers." ”

Ye Hao paused, his face darkened, and he looked at He Xiyan with some incomprehension.

Didn't she like him to give her flowers before, and when they were together, he gave her a lot of bouquets.

"Then what do you like, I'll buy it." He bought whatever she wanted, no matter how expensive it was.

He Xiyan blinked a pair of clear eyes, and suddenly reached out to take the bouquet of flowers in Ye Hao's hand and put it on the coffee table on the side.

Turning around, she looked at him and smiled, and said in a joking tone, "Why don't you send something real." ”

Ye Hao was confused. What does it mean to be real.

"What do you want? House? Car? The real things that Ye Hao could search for in his mind were these. But when he said this, he found that she was shaking her head.