Zheng Yuan did not take it, and looked wary, "Huh? Who gave it to me?"
How could someone give her flowers if she was so good? She didn’t know anyone else.
The girl shook her head slightly, "The other party didn't leave a message, and we don't know."
Zheng Yuan signed and took the flowers, pondered for a while, found a vase, put it in a vase, and placed it in the small lounge outside.
In the following days, the flower sender reported every day that pink roses, purple tulips, camellias, pansies, lilacs, phalaenopsis... the lounge became a sea of flowers, colorful and beautiful.
Zheng Yuan stood in the small lounge, her mood slightly lifted, her eyebrows arched.
Ouyang Yun wanted to talk to her about something. After listening to his son's words, he went directly to the lounge and was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
"You are so leisurely and elegant. Since you bought so many flowers, why do you put them here?"
There is also a bed in the ward, which is perfect for accompanying the bed. Zheng Yuan has been sleeping on that bed, and this lounge is mostly used by nursing staff.
Ouyang Yun occasionally stayed here, sleeping on the sofa in the small living room and rarely entering the lounge.
Seeing the grand occasion in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head. Women, do all women like flowers?
He suddenly remembered that since they got married, he seemed to have never sent her flowers once.
But she doesn't seem to be the woman who gave me flowers, which is a bit strange.
A trace of astonishment appeared on Zheng Yuan's face, "Isn't it from you?"
"How could it be me..." Ouyang Yun was a little embarrassed. In the past, a secretary helped him arrange these things. As long as he gave an order, the secretary would naturally handle it.
But for some reason, he didn't want his secretary to interfere in the affairs between him and Zheng Yuan.
"I'm busy lately. If you like it, I'll send it to you every day."
Zheng Yuan frowned strangely, "No need, I didn't buy this either."
Ouyang Yun was stunned for a moment, "What? Someone else gave it to me? Who is it?"
"No signature." Although Zheng Yuan said this, a name came to mind.
The phone rang, Zheng Yuan picked it up casually, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang, "Do you like those flowers?"
Zheng Yuan's thoughts were still immersed in the mysterious flower sender, "Who are you?"
"You really can't recognize my voice?" The tone was very familiar, as if it was someone close to me.
Zheng Yuan's heart skipped a beat, "Is it you? Chi Mo, what do you want to do?"
It turned out that the flowers were sent by him. Suddenly, she felt that these flowers were ugly. Why did they become ugly?
Chi Mo's gentle voice was full of nostalgia, "I remember that you used to like flowers the most. No matter what kind of flowers they were, you liked them. Every time I gave you flowers, you would be happy for a long time..."
Zheng Yuan was so disgusted that she kept mentioning it. What was the point? Do you still expect her to miss her old relationship?
It comes as soon as you call it, and it goes away as soon as you wave it. Is she that mean?
Ouyang Yun grabbed her phone and listened to the voice on the phone, his face turned cold, "My wife likes red roses the most, why don't you give her that rose garden."
Chi Mo took a breath of air-conditioning. Despite all the calculations, she never expected that Ouyang Yun would be by her side and not going to work at this time?
"you……"
Ouyang Yun smiled lightly and said, "Don't be so stingy. It's just a rose garden. Are you reluctant to part with it?"
No matter how scheming Chi Mo was, he was suddenly caught. He was so surprised that he couldn't even speak smoothly, "No, I..."
Ouyang Yun was waiting for this sentence, "That's okay, I will send someone to pick it up tomorrow."
After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively and smiled sinisterly.