Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

"Excuse me, is this Miss Zhang Mo'er? These are the flowers Mr. Shen sent you."

"Mr. Shen, Shen Rongche?"

The flower delivery boy nodded.

Zhang Mo'er was a little surprised, why did Shen Rongche send her flowers in such a good manner?
The little guy rubbed Zhang Mo'er's arm, "Mo'er, your flower."

Only then did Zhang Mo'er come to her senses, and took the flowers over.

"Thank you, brother."

The little guy said with an ambiguous expression, "Uncle Shen is so romantic!"

Zhang Mo'er was a little embarrassed, especially in front of a child.

"Okay, don't make fun of me, kids, they know everything."

Qian Zifeng happened to meet the little brother who delivered flowers, and wondered why he went to Zhang's old house.

Who are the flowers for, Zhang Mo'er?
That's right, apart from Zhang Mo'er, there is only Aunt Tian in the old house.

Naturally, this flower will not be given to Aunt Tian.

"Hey, what are you doing, stop me and what should I do?"

The little brother is a little impatient, he is still busy placing an order.

"Are the flowers you sent just now for Zhang Mo'er?"

"Sorry, we can't just talk about the client's affairs."

Qian Zifeng took out a banknote directly, "It's for you, tell me who gave it to you."

The little brother hesitated for a moment and took the banknote.

"It's a man named Shen Rongche, can I go?"

When Qian Zifeng heard Shen Rongche's name, he clenched his fists, it was Shen Rongche again!
Seeing that Qian Zifeng ignored him, the younger brother left by himself.

"Very good, Shen Rongche, do you think I can't do such a trick?"

In the afternoon, Shen Rongche came to Zhang's old house as scheduled.

Zhang Beicheng still didn't look good.

Shen Rongche didn't care, he still greeted Zhang Beicheng politely and brought a gift to Zhang Beicheng.

"Mr. Zhang, this is my wish."

Shen Rongche brought a Jade Bodhisattva to Zhang Beicheng. Zhang Beicheng started with jade and had a natural love for jade.

When he saw the almost perfect Jade Bodhisattva in Shen Rongche's hand, his eyes lit up.

However, the old man who wanted to save face immediately turned his head, and then sneaked a few reluctant glances.

Naturally, Shen Rongche had noticed the old man's eyes long ago, he hooked his lips, it seemed that he was right about the old man's preferences.

I only heard the old man muttering, "Hmph, I won't be bribed!"

Zhang Mo'er laughed, "Grandpa, accept it if you like it, Ah Che, he and I are not outsiders."

Zhang Beicheng curled his lips, turned his face away, and refused to look at the Jade Bodhisattva again.

He was afraid that if he couldn't bear it, he would take the Jade Bodhisattva away from Shen Rongche's hand in the next second.

Like a roundworm in Zhang Beicheng's stomach, the little guy stuffed the Jade Bodhisattva in Shen Rongche's hand into Zhang Beicheng's with lightning speed.

Then smiled and raised two dimples, "Okay, Grandpa Zhang accepts it, you can have dinner!"

Both Zhang Beicheng and Zhang Mo'er froze in place, the little guy was so fast!

Only Shen Rongche still looked at them with a smile.

The little guy winked at Shen Rongche, very cute.

But only Shen Rongche knew that this little guy was full of bad ideas.

"Then I won't be polite, and I'll have a meal at Mr. Zhang's."

The old man blew his beard and stared angrily, was he cheated by these young people?
Before he could protest, the group had consciously sat down at the dinner table, leaving only one seat for Zhang Beicheng.

Zhang Beicheng sat down angrily, but couldn't let go of Jade Bodhisattva.

Seeing this, Zhang Mo'er secretly raised the corners of her mouth.

Shen Rongche held Zhang Mo'er's hand, "Do you like today's flowers?"

Zhang Mo'er said shyly, "Why did you send flowers all of a sudden?"

Shen Rongche gave Zhang Mo'er a bowl of soup, "From now on, I will deliver it every day, so that there will be no suddenness."

The little guy sat next to the old man very consciously, and ate silently by himself.

Zhang Beicheng snorted and ate in silence.

After a while, Aunt Tian hurried in.

"Master, Miss!"

Zhang Beicheng put down his chopsticks depressed, "What's wrong?"

"Outside... outside there is a carload of flowers..."

Zhang Mo'er frowned, subconsciously looking at Shen Rongche.

Could it be this guy's handwriting again?
Shen Rongche raised his eyebrows unknowingly, and cursed inwardly, who would dare to send flowers to Zhang Mo'er.

He stood up suddenly, took a step with his long legs, and walked over.

Zhang Beicheng immediately thought of something, secretly happy in his heart.

Hmph, just to find fault with Shen Rongche, no matter who it is, he is happy.

Zhang Mo'er was afraid that something would happen to Shen Rongche, so she also followed.

"Shen Rongche, wait for me."

Shen Rongche didn't hear Zhang Mo'er's shout at all, and had already walked to the car of flowers.

"Hey, hello, may I ask if Miss Zhang Mo'er is there?"

Shen Rongche had a cold face, "Who gave it to you?"

The person who sent the flowers said casually, "Qian Zifeng, Mr. Qian!"

Shen Rongche raised his eyes and glanced at the car flower, "I sent it wrong, send it back."

Shen Rongche said something lightly, then took Zhang Mo'er who had just ran out and went back.

Zhang Mo'er looked at Shen Rongche in a daze, what's going on?
"Hey! Wait, that's right, look, it's this address!"

The flower sender stopped them and followed them.

"Miss, you must be Zhang Mo'er. This flower is for you. Please accept it quickly. I have to go back to work."

When Shen Rongche saw that someone's face was already smelly, how could she still be in the mood to accept flowers.

"Well, take it back, I won't accept this flower."

After speaking, he took Shen Rongche's hand and left.

Shen Rongche pursed his lips in satisfaction, that's right, this is his woman.

"Hey!"

The flower delivery boy looked helpless, there are still women who don't like flowers these days.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, but who would have thought that Qian Zifeng's residence would be covered with wreaths the next day, and it was all on the news.

Qian Zifeng was so angry that he didn't send out the flowers yesterday, yet someone gave him a wreath today. He was really pissed off, so pissed off!
"Who the hell sent this, who sent it!"

Qian Zifeng grabbed the flower delivery man and yelled frantically, so frightened that the flower delivery brother dared not speak.

"Say it! Tell me, whoever sent it, I will kill him!"

"Sir, don't get excited, don't get excited!"

The flower delivery brother swallowed, and looked at Qian Zifeng in fear.

"that……"

"What are you talking about, I'll let you talk!"

Qian Zifeng was so angry that he threw all the wreaths out of the window and injured many passers-by.

The flower delivery brother stammered, "Well, Mr. Qian, there is still a truckload of wreaths below, all for you, do you want to bring them up?"

"Move it up? Move a fart, get out of here!"

The flower delivery brother rolled away tremblingly, and before he rolled away, he let out a yell, "Cut, what's so fierce, even those flowers and wreaths are yours, and no one will snatch them from you."

After finishing speaking, he rolled away neatly.