"Stop pretending! Who else is there except you?" Han Ningmeng despised.
"I really don't have it. Why do I give you money so much? How can I get so much money?" Cheng Mingjun said sincerely.
After hearing Cheng Mingjun's words, Han Ningmeng felt that Cheng Mingjun didn't look like a lie, so she continued to ask with certainty: "Isn't it really what you gave me?"
"Yes, it's really not what I gave it to! It's not me!" Cheng Mingjun was helpless.
"Hey, who gave you flowers!" Cheng Mingjun suddenly said jealously as if he had suddenly realized his mind, with a sour smell.
"How could I know!" Han Ningmeng was curious and hung up the phone!
After thinking about it, who gave it to me?
Finally, Han Ningmeng didn’t care about it. Who gave it? Such beautiful flowers must be in a good mood when she saw them!
Han Ningmeng held a large bouquet of roses and smiled in a good mood!
At this time, Wu Mingming came over and looked at Han Ningmeng with some meaning and said, "Oh, I'm so happy! Did your boyfriend give this flower?"
Han Ningmeng was not a fool, not that she couldn't hear it, and she sneered: "Haha... I don't know who gave it to me, and I didn't write my name!"
"I'm so happy. I don't know who gave it to me. Being beautiful has such benefits. Why is there no unknown person who gives me flowers? It's good to have one!" Wu Mingming continued to say sarcastically.
"Then you have to ask those unknown people why they gave it to me, but not you!" Han Ningmeng left after he finished speaking, ignoring Wu Mingming.
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Next, the second day, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, every seven days, regardless of whether there is or not, a bunch of such sparkling roses will be delivered to Han Ningmeng every day!
Han Ningmeng was confused: Who gave it to me?
Han Ningmeng's bouquet of flowers every day was very popular in the school and instantly spread throughout the campus.
On the eighth day, Han Ningmeng was always staring at the door of the classroom. She wanted to know whether this mysterious flower sender would still give her flowers.
Sure enough, on the eighth day, the young man who gave the flowers stood in front of Han Ningmeng with a large bouquet of roses!
Han Ningmeng didn't need the young man to shout, and took the initiative to walk to the door: "Tell me, who gave it to me!"
Every day, Han Ningmeng would ask this young man what he said before signing for it.
As a result, the young man answered in the same tone, the same attitude, and the same tone: "I am just responsible for delivering flowers, I really don't know!"
"If you don't tell me, I won't sign for it. You can take this flower back!" Han Ningmeng said to the young man with a firm look on his face.
The young man looked embarrassed: "I really don't know, don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
"I should say this to you, telling you not to make things difficult for me! I believe you must know who gave this flower. If you don't tell me today, I will not accept it!" Han Ningmeng
Still answered unswervingly.
"But, I...I really don't know!" The young man frowned and looked embarrassed.
"I don't care... If you take the flower back, I believe that the person who sends the flower will leave the contact information! Otherwise, tomorrow, when he comes to buy flowers again, you will ask me who he is! Why not
I am willing to show up and keep sending flowers to me!" Han Ning dreamed and continued.