Thinking like this, his mood actually improved infinitely.
It was already 24 hours after Sijin returned to her studio on the 90th floor.
She hummed an unknown tune, opened the door happily, opened her notebook immediately, logged into Taobao, purchased a pair of night vision goggles, and successfully paid.
She herrily got into the bathroom and took a comfortable flower petal bath.
The cell phone ringtone rang at this moment.
Sijin stretched out her arms, slowly picked up the cute mobile phone next to the bathtub, and lazily connected it: "Hello?"
"Miss Sijin, hoohoo, thank God." Ye Xiaoqiu's somewhat resurrected voice came from the other end of the phone. He was nervous and then furious: "You stinky woman, where did you go yesterday? I called
I couldn't get through to you on the phone for a whole day. I thought you were buried alive. Then I thought, it's impossible. A magnitude 4 earthquake would at most destroy some flowers and plants. How could you, a big living person, be gone after just two shakes?
Probably buried alive."
Ye Xiaoqiu talked a lot on the phone, but Sijin didn't listen at all.
Because at this moment, she suddenly thought of her petal lotus orchid, and immediately got out of the bathtub with a whoosh, and ran to the bright bedroom with her wet feet.
"ah--"
Then there was a scream.
The petal lotus orchid she loved, the potted plant, fell gorgeously to the ground, and the carefully cultivated greenhouse flower was dying there, and its miserable state of dying struggle could still be vaguely seen.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with Sijin?" On the other end of the phone, Ye Xiaoqiu, who had no idea what was happening, felt his heart tightening, thinking that something had happened to her.
Sijin squatted down and picked up the dying orchid. As if heartbroken, she held the phone and choked: "Oh, Ye Qianqian, my orchid was shocked to death by the earthquake. My heart is so cold."
It’s so cold, what should I do?”
This is the first gift Yan Zhen gave her this year.
She was so ruined by the earthquake, wuwu, she wanted to cry, she was so sad, her little heart was bleeding!
"Sijin, you are crazy. If a pot of flowers dies, it will die. What the hell are you calling? If you buy another pot of flowers after they are dead, you will die." Ye Xiaoqiu cursed into the phone.
Sijin was still in her petty bourgeois sorrow, muttering to herself: "You can buy it if you say you want. It's very expensive and hard to buy, okay? I guess this plant is worth at least several million."
She is an expert, not a layman like Ye Xiaoqiu.
"Xiami? How many millions? Just that pot of orchids? Ahhhh!!! Sijin, you prodigal son, it doesn't matter if you die, you raised such valuable orchids to death, ahhhh, don't talk to me,
I want the heart disease bird, my orchid, my millions, I--"
"It's my orchid, okay, not yours." Sijin's mood improved instantly when she heard that Ye Xiaoqiu was even more exaggerated than herself.
"Are we good sisters? Good sisters don't distinguish between each other's things. Then are your orchids my orchids, ah ah ah, my orchids, my millions -"
Card rub——
Sijin hung up the phone decisively, her ears instantly clear.
Then she continued to squat down and mourn for three seconds of silence for the orchid. She stood up and ran back to the bathroom to continue taking a leisurely bath. Suddenly, her mind suddenly flashed, and she slapped the water surface fiercely, having an idea in her mind.