The gift from the foot-picking man was delivered that night.
Yan Xixi went to the gym for a spin, but didn't want to do any exercise, so she ran a few laps on the treadmill. When she came back, she found a bouquet of extremely fresh lilies on the table with a card written on it:
Madam, get well soon.
She laughed, did this guy really bring gifts?
She didn't take it seriously. She didn't expect that the next morning, when she came back from eating in the restaurant, there was a basket of cleanly washed seasonal fruits on the table, placed on a white crystal plate, which was particularly exquisite and attractive. Next to it,
It’s still a card: the freshest organic loquats and cherries picked from the base this morning.
It is Yan Xixi’s favorite fruit.
She was overjoyed. She had just eaten a lot of sliced bacon and grilled elbows in the morning, and she was so tired. Well, she just had fruit for the remaining two meals today, which was healthy and delicious.
Then there were chocolates, plush dolls, beef jerky and all kinds of other things that girls like. The most amazing thing was that a box of science fiction novels was also given.
Yan Xixi was overjoyed, she knew me so well.
There was also his greetings every morning and evening, which never stopped - the big man who picked his feet no longer disappeared, and suddenly became surprisingly patient - Yan Xixi gradually felt a strange sense of familiarity and intimacy: This person is just like him
Like one of my own family members.
As for the gifts, they never stop.
So much so that when Yan Xixi wakes up every day, she is full of anticipation and guesses what new gift she will receive today - the big man who picks his feet seems to have become Santa Claus, riding a reindeer, generously and enthusiastically giving out the gifts that others need most.
I slept too much during the day and couldn't sleep at night.
At twelve o'clock, send a message to the big guy who picks his feet.
No return.
Sent again, no reply.
She got mad and called his cell phone number, hanging up every time it rang. After harassing him several times, she felt bored and threw the phone aside in frustration.
Wang Donglin came out of the bathroom and burst into laughter when he saw several missed calls.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
She cheered and picked up her phone: "I'm so bored, can you chat with me?"
"Look, women can't be idle. When they are idle, they cause trouble."
"Let me take some time off. Can't I just take it off for a month?"
"Miss, I suggest you really go on a trip."
"Where should we go?"
"Go to Europe and see a lot of things."
Europe!
It's really heart-pounding.
"But, I'm scared."
"Why are you afraid?"
"I have never been abroad. I am a country bumpkin. I am afraid of getting lost alone."
Wang Donglin almost laughed out loud.
This coward.
"Find someone to go with you."
She muttered: "No one is with me. My friends have to look after the store, and I don't have any other family members."
He sighed.
Otherwise, why would I need to chat with her in the middle of the night? Poor.
"How about I go with you?"
"Do you have the time?"
"Well, there is always time to squeeze in. However, Miss, if you let me accompany you, you will have to pay me a high escort fee. My fees are not cheap."
"That's all, talking about money hurts feelings."
"Besides, talking about relationships only hurts money."
Yan Xixi ignored him again.
The next morning, the waiter brought the boss some paper bags.
Yan took a closer look and saw that it was full of clothes: skirts, pants, pajamas... everything.
