Three more days later, Gu Xiaoai was sitting at her small desk typing up a manuscript. She hadn't even finished typing half a line when she heard an excited female voice, "Okay, Xiaoai, why have you been out of town for so long?"
Are you lucky?!"
"What?"
Gu Xiaoai looked up from the computer in astonishment. Her friend and magazine receptionist Zhu Zhiyi ran up to her in ten-centimeter high-heeled leather shoes, staring at her mysteriously with a lightly made-up face, "
Xiao Ai! Which rich man did you hook up with?!"
"What are you talking about?" Gu Xiaoai looked confused.
Zhu Zhiyi held up a large bouquet of pink roses from behind like magic, "The flower shop just sent it! Is Li on the card a surname or a given name? Hurry up and tell the truth!"
Li...
Gu Xiaoai's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stood up and took the rose. The rich fragrance hit her nostrils, and there were only a few words on the pink card: You are mine. Li.
Li Juefeng, this childish man!
Why did he send the flowers to the magazine? If her uncle asked, how would she explain it?
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
…
Female colleagues screamed at high decibels one after another.
Gu Xiaoai rubbed her sore ears, frowned and looked at the door. She was dumbfounded when she saw a man in a flower shop uniform carrying bunches of pink roses towards her.
After a while, the small magazine was flooded with roses.
"Wow! The vulgar scenes in idol dramas are being staged! How much does this cost!" Zhu Zhiyi stood in front of her desk and exclaimed. The face of a mature woman with heavy makeup was covered with pink fantasy bubbles. "How much does this cost?
How much does it cost..."
…
Gu Xiaoai was speechless.
"There are 999 flowers in each bunch, 99 bunches in total. Miss Gu, please sign for it." The flower shop staff took out the signature slip and gave it to her.
"I'm sorry, I refuse to sign for it." Gu Xiaoai stuffed the bouquet of roses in her hand back, "Please take all these roses back."
What exactly does Li Juefeng want to do?
"Miss...we have all collected the money..."
"I don't care, move away!" Gu Xiaoai pointed to the door with a cold face.
She didn't want to waste her time explaining to her uncle who the person named Li was...
"Xiao Ai, are you stupid? You're going to make a lot of money by reselling so many roses!" Zhu Zhiyi stopped her excitedly, grabbed a brush and signed, "I signed it for her, you go, go, go."
Three more days later, Gu Xiaoai was sitting at her small desk typing up a manuscript. She hadn't even finished typing half a line when she heard an excited female voice, "Okay, Xiaoai, why have you been out of town for so long?"
Are you lucky?!"
"What?"
Gu Xiaoai looked up from the computer in astonishment. Her friend and magazine receptionist Zhu Zhiyi ran up to her in ten-centimeter high-heeled leather shoes, staring at her mysteriously with a lightly made-up face, "
Xiao Ai! Which rich man did you hook up with?!"
"What are you talking about?" Gu Xiaoai looked confused.
Zhu Zhiyi held up a large bouquet of pink roses from behind like magic, "The flower shop just sent it! Is Li on the card a surname or a given name? Hurry up and tell the truth!"
Li...
Gu Xiaoai's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stood up and took the rose. The rich fragrance hit her nostrils, and there were only a few words on the pink card: You are mine. Li.
Li Juefeng is such a childish man!
Why did he send the flowers to the magazine? If her uncle asked, how would she explain it?
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
…
Female colleagues screamed at high decibels one after another.
Gu Xiaoai rubbed her sore ears, frowned and looked at the door. She was dumbfounded when she saw a man in a flower shop uniform carrying bunches of pink roses towards her.
After a while, the small magazine was flooded with roses.
"Wow! The vulgar scenes in idol dramas are being staged! How much does this cost!" Zhu Zhiyi stood in front of her desk and exclaimed. The face of a mature woman with heavy makeup was covered with pink fantasy bubbles. "How much does this cost?
How much does it cost..."
…
Gu Xiaoai was speechless.
"There are 999 flowers in each bunch, 99 bunches in total. Miss Gu, please sign for it." The flower shop staff took out the signature slip and gave it to her.
"I'm sorry, I refuse to sign for it." Gu Xiaoai stuffed the bouquet of roses in her hand back, "Please take all these roses back."
What exactly does Li Juefeng want to do?
"Miss...we have all collected the money..."
"I don't care, move away!" Gu Xiaoai pointed to the door with a cold face.
She didn't want to waste her time explaining to her uncle who the person named Li was...
"Xiao Ai, are you stupid? You're going to make a lot of money by reselling so many roses!" Zhu Zhiyi stopped her excitedly, grabbed a brush and signed, "I signed it for her, you go, go, go."