I don’t know how long it took, but the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
Fu Zijun came to his senses sadly and answered: "Hello."
"Third Young Master, it's me. Your new batch of flowers has arrived. It's not good to keep it for a long time. When are you free to come and pick it up?"
Fu Zijun's eyes were clear. He was the one who ordered the flowers to decorate the balcony of this small home. He stood up with a tall figure:
"I am going now."
After hanging up the phone, he gathered his emotions and drove out.
Unexpectedly, he met Qiao Sheng in the flower shop who had left very early.
She wears a high ponytail, is elegant and intellectual, and is choosing flowers in the store with her friends.
"Qiao Sheng?" Fu Zijun stepped forward and greeted him in surprise.
Qiao Sheng was looking intently at the beautifully opened cappuccino. Hearing this familiar voice, his nerves tightened. He subconsciously looked back and saw Fu Zijun's stalwart figure and handsome face.
She froze on the spot, and it took her two seconds to react: "Three, Third Young Master, are you here to buy flowers too?"
Fu Zijun hummed softly, and was about to ask her if she had chosen the right one, but the words hadn't come out yet...
Qiao Sheng was already holding his friend's hand and said hurriedly: "I've bought it. Now look, I'm going to buy something else."
After saying that, without waiting for his reaction, he took his friend and walked out.
Fu Zijun's eyes became profound again.
She obviously didn't buy anything...
"Third Young Master, you wouldn't have come here unless I were bringing flowers." At this time, a woman's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Fu Zijun came back to his senses and looked at the woman in front of him.
Her name is Jing He, she is the proprietress of this flower shop, and she is also his high school classmate.
Occasionally, she would ask him if she didn't understand something about growing flowers, and he would ask her to order the flowers he wanted. The relationship was quite familiar.
He said: "I have been very busy recently. You also know that Xixi's child has not been found yet, and there are various things going on at home."
Jing He understood that she was a 93 cp fan and wondered when they would be reunited as a family.
But...it's hard to bring up such a sad topic. She smiled slightly and pointed to the flowers beside her, "No, everything you want is here."
Fu Zijun looked at the beautifully blooming flowers and said, "The flowers are in good bloom. Please load the car for me."
"Well, okay." Jing He quickly wrapped it for him, got in the car, and then gave him an extra batch of seeds:
"This is the seed of this flower. I asked for a long time before someone gave it to me. If you know how to plant it, go back and see if you can cultivate it."
Fu Zijun took it: "Thank you."
"Why are you so polite to me?" Jing He smiled bitterly, and then couldn't help but ask:
"Third Young Master, you bought so many flowers, is this your girlfriend?"
Fu Zijun's eyes dimmed a bit and he shook his head.
Jing He's eyes suddenly brightened, he looked at him cautiously, and mustered up the courage to ask:
"Then...can I be your girlfriend?"
Fu Zijun looked at her and said, "Sorry, I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a wife."
"..."
Jing He was stunned for a moment, in disbelief.
It can be seen that Fu Zijun looked so serious, so he had to tell himself that he was serious and he was really married.
There was a hint of gloom and despair in his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was forced and stiff.
Does he know that she has been secretly in love with him? Waiting for the day when he is willing to end his single life?
night.
Fu Zijun is taking care of flowers and plants on the balcony
There was a sound of the doorknob turning outside. He looked up and saw Qiao Sheng walking in carrying something.
He was trying to get her to come over and see the flowers...
But she didn't seem to expect that he was at home, her eyes clearly averted, "You are there, I have some work to do today... I'll go upstairs to do some errands first."
Then he turned around and went upstairs.
Fu Zijun's eyes fell into darkness, looking at her back that had nowhere to escape, he raised his eyebrows and lifted his lips:
"stop."
The voice was solemn and solemn.
Qiao Sheng paused, his nerves tightened, and he turned to look at him: "Is...is something wrong?"
Fu Zijun stood up with a tall figure, walked up to her step by step, and forced her back against the wall: