Before he could even admire the man's appearance, he saw the other half of his face clearly.
Half of the silver mask with intricate patterns covered his left cheek, leaving only the area below his nose exposed. Under the mask, his eyes were cold, dark, mysterious, and gave people a sense of oppression.
Anji narrowed her eyes slightly, a look of inquiry flashed in her eyes.
The man curved his beautiful thin lips, took a step forward, stretched out a hand with clear veins towards him, and smiled slightly: "Xingtian, Mr. An, nice to meet you."
Anji stared at him for two seconds before holding his hand and said, "Mr. Xing, nice to meet you." [
After no longer going to the hospital to take care of Tang Yuchen, Anruo returned to her normal life and went to work on time every day.
As soon as she arrived at the studio that day, she received a bouquet of red roses, exactly eleven.
Wen Jing jokingly asked her who gave it to her.
There was no card in the flowers, and the person who delivered the flowers said that the customer didn't leave any information, so she really didn't know who sent it.
But she thought it should be sent by Mo Hua. Really, why should it be sent anonymously?
Maybe he was apologizing for what happened that day, but actually she wasn't even angry with him.
An Ruo found a vase and put the flowers in it. An Ruo didn't pay attention to it and devoted herself to her work.
When she came to work the next morning, she received eleven more roses, which made Wen Jing envious.
If An was not a wasteful person, and besides, these were flowers sent by Mo Hua, she naturally couldn't dispose of them casually, so she found another vase and put the flowers in them.
Now her office became more beautiful, and there were two bouquets of red roses.
When she was about to get off work in the afternoon, Mo Hua called and said he would pick her up later and they would go out to eat together. An Ruo agreed with a smile and decided to torture him.
She was the last one to leave the studio. When she came out, she saw Mo Hua's car parked in front, with others leaning on the car door and looking at her handsomely.
She stepped forward and asked with a smile: "How long have you been here?"
"We've just arrived, are you hungry?" He opened the car door for her and asked softly.
An Ruo sat in and shook her head slightly: "I'm not very hungry."
Mo Hua sat in, started the car and smiled at her: "I was a little busy the past two days and didn't have time to spend time with you. In order to make amends, I bought a gift for you. Do you like it?"
He put his hand into his suit pocket. An Ruo stared at him and narrowed her eyes and asked, "You just bought a gift?"
She was already sure that the flowers were sent by him.
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and suddenly said: "I almost forgot, there is this."[
He took out a bouquet of roses from behind and handed it to her, saying with a deep and charming smile: "What can I do without flowers?"
An Ruo held the flowers he gave her and counted them. There were eleven, so she subconsciously asked: "Why eleven?"
"Don't you know what eleven means? Eleven red roses mean that I am devoted to you." After the man finished speaking, he also took out the gift in his pocket.
"Come on, open it and take a look."
When he said, "It means that I am devoted to you," An Ruo was a little stunned. When she saw the jewelry box he gave her, she was so stunned that she lost her reaction.
When she accepted him, she had the idea of giving each other a chance. But she really didn't expect that Mo Hua would like her so much.
The more he likes her, the more afraid she is of not doing well and hurting him more deeply, and the less confident she is in this relationship.
