105. Chapter 105 I would rather believe in ghosts than men [1]
Looking down at the basket of delicate champagne roses, Aze's eyes suddenly darkened.
It sank again and again, gradually becoming more solemn.
"No roses with stamens can appear in the Bo Mansion. Don't you know this rule?"
Sternly scolding, Aze reached out and pulled out a bronze envelope sandwiched among the roses, and then waved his hand: "Take the flowers out and throw them away!"
The little maid outside the door was so frightened by Aze that she couldn't help but shrink back.
She held the flower basket tightly with both hands and lowered her head, as if she had committed a huge crime and did not dare to take a breath.
It wasn't until the door closed that she reluctantly carried the fragrant flower basket in front of her and walked downstairs...
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upstairs.
"Miss, someone sent this to you."
Turning back, Aze solemnly handed over the bronze envelope that had been wiped many times in his hand: "I have already asked someone to take care of the flowers. As for the room, I will ask someone to come up and clean it again later. I will never let you
Exposed to just a tiny bit of pollen.”
"I can trust you to arrange things at home!"
Jinghan Bo took the letter opener from Fiona, opened the paint seal on the envelope, and pulled out a champagne-colored greeting card.
Open.
A line of handsome handwriting fell into my eyes——
"Falling in love with you is my greatest happiness in this life, missing you is my sweetest pain, being with you is my pride, without you I am like a ship that has lost its course."
This is……
"This is the flower language of champagne roses!"
As she said that, Fiona excitedly grabbed the paper card from Bo Jinghan's hand, turned it over and studied it several times, and frowned: "I thought it was one of your admirers who was going to propose to you! How come he didn't even mention it?
No signature yet?"
"boring!"
Bo Jinghan took the paper card back, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out.
He picked up the collection of promotional posters and flipped through them.
But Fiona didn't want to let go of such a rare opportunity to gossip, so she approached Bao Jinghan and whispered in her ear: "Hey, my dear, tell me, who do you think it is? The one who is so romantic, I guess it is Count Ivan.
!”
"That monster has not appeared in front of me for more than twenty-four hours. I am considering whether to call the police on his behalf."
Looking through the promotional photos in his hand, Bo Jinghan responded coldly.
Obviously, she didn't want to continue this topic.
Fiona on the side seemed to understand the hint in her words and closed her mouth wisely.
At this moment, the cell phone rang.
Bo Jinghan put down the album, looked up at his phone, and answered the call directly.
On the other end of the phone, a very loud voice came out: "Hi, dear beauty Cynthia! I am Lin Xing, we just met yesterday."
"Lin Xing?"
Bo Jinghan's voice was slightly surprised. Apparently he didn't expect that he had her private phone number and was calling at this time!
"Haha, it seems that Miss Cynthia still remembers me."
"Of course. Is something wrong?"
Too lazy to chat with him, Jinghan Bo went straight to the point.
Lin Xing on the other end of the phone raised his heroic eyebrows and smiled very subtly where the other party couldn't see him.
"Yes, it is still very important! So, no matter what you are doing now, please put down what you are doing, be extremely serious and focused, and listen to me!"
Hearing the sound, Bo Jinghan's hand turning the page paused slightly.
Then, Lin Xing's charming voice came from the receiver again: "Did you receive the champagne rose? That's me..."
