Mr. always refuses to divorce

Faced with thousands of fans' blessings, Wanli Wuyun only thanked him a few times at the beginning, and then there was no movement.

It's working time now, and I must be busy with work.

Jiang Jingbai thought that the other party hadn't read Weibo anymore, but he didn't expect to receive a like reminder from Wanli Wuyun the next second after he posted the phrase "Happy Newly Married".

After about half a minute, he slowly returned a shy smile.

Jiang Jingbai smiled softly as he looked at the soy-faced face with flushed cheeks on the screen.

It feels like a person who is not good at words has been brewing for a long time, and in the end he really didn't know what to say, so he simply sent an appropriate expression.

Lin Jiajia was still reading the comments to pass the time, and naturally she didn't miss the news of the infatuated old fans, and she was also amused: "Why are you so embarrassed, you said thank you to others in a serious way, and suddenly became stupid when you met the male god? "

There were occasional shy fans in the past, and the two of them didn't explore the deep meaning of this shy expression.

After watching it lively, Lin Jiajia was amazed: "Fans have been in love for many years and have achieved a fruitful result. The solo marriage of the mother and child of the great god is interesting."

Jiang Jingbai put down his phone and replied with a smile: "It's okay, some people are still soloing."

Lin Jiajia choked, and then flashed the ring on his ring finger, angrily expressing that a single dog has no human rights.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, customers began to come to the door, and the idleness in the store was quickly broken.

As long as the customer's requirements are not high, Jiang Jingbai is happy to lead the old apprentices to accumulate experience, and he will supervise and give advice.

The wages of apprentices are low. In order to save money, many flower shops will deliberately extend the time of doing chores, and seldom teach real skills.

And Jiang Jingbai has always taught everything, everyone likes him very much, and most of the apprentices he has taken in have become regular employees of the store.

Jiang Jingbai stood by the workbench, seeing the apprentices spraying water on the flowers to keep them fresh, he immediately reminded: "Are you sure you want to spray it on a large area?"

The apprentice hurriedly stopped, looked at him in surprise, then at the flowers.

Jiangjing is white with a few buds of Dutch iris.

The apprentice immediately understood, and replaced the small nozzle in shame.

The buds of the Dutch iris may not open when exposed to water, as the store manager emphasized the day before yesterday.

When Jiang Jingbai gave instructions, a dignified and well-dressed woman in the store was silently looking at him, more and more satisfied.

When Jiang Jingbai was free, the woman stepped forward with a smile: "The little boss looks young, but he didn't expect to be so proficient in flower art."

"It's just fur, you are too polite." Jiang Jingbai Wen said softly.

The woman's almond eyes are round, and she is more pure and elegant than the middle-aged people of the same age: "I have chosen for a long time and have no idea. I don't know if it is convenient for the little boss to recommend it?"

"Of course." Jiang Jingbai walked towards the flower stand, "May I ask what you want it for?"

The woman's eyes followed him all the time: "My son just got married two days ago, I want to buy some flowers to add joy to the family."

"It turned out to be a happy event. Congratulations to my wife." Jiang Jingbai took out a chubby red flower and handed it to her, "How about a thousand-ripe red flower? It won't fade even if it's dry. The language of flowers is immortal love, eternal love. "

The woman's eyes lit up: "Let's just go with it, the name and meaning are good, it's perfect for that kid."

Jiang Jingbai smiled, and took some sweet ivy as a foil: "It seems that your son is a very long-term lover."

"That's not it," the woman looked at him more and more softly, "I have secretly kept him in my heart for many years, if I hadn't been lucky this year, I had no skin and shame to deceive him, maybe what would happen."

Jiang Jingbai was stunned.

This plot sounds...why is it so similar to that fan named Wanli Wuyun?

It can't be such a coincidence.

He winked at the woman and deepened his smile: "It means that your son is blessed, and he will love you for a long time after marriage."

The woman was coaxed to be happy by him, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were smiling. Before she left, she registered for the store's membership card, and the price was a recharge fee of 6 yuan.

Lin Jiajia was shocked that a single blessing could exchange such a big repeat customer.

The woman filled out her personal information, and finally gave Jiang Jingbai a few more meaningful glances before leaving happily with flowers in her arms.

Lin Jiajia entered the data and swallowed: "Oh my god, this lady actually lives in Songsen District."

Songsen District is a well-known area for the wealthy, and all the residents are either rich or expensive. Apart from high-end villas, there are even higher-end villas.

"Songsen District?" Jiang Jingbai caught the key words.

Lin Jiajia didn't dare to say anything when she thought of something.

Thanks to his stepmother, Jiang Jingbai Middle School was struggling. Fortunately, because of his good grades, he was sponsored by an old woman from Songsen District.

The grandmother lives alone all year round, and her children work overseas. Only one grandson who is about the same age as Jiang Jingbai occasionally returns to China to visit her.

The old man lacked companionship and liked Jiang Jingbai, so he would call him to stay at home every weekend until he was picked up by his family because of his weak bones.

Later, birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal course of physics.

Jiang Jingbai was clearly lost in memory, the corners of his mouth were curled up, but his eyes were dazed.

Lin Jiajia was afraid that he would be upset, so she hurriedly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, how are you doing these days? It feels like many people around you are getting married."

First Jiang Jingbai, then Wanli Wuyun, and finally the son of a customer from Songsen District.

"No, there are only two happy events in our store." The clerk who finished moving the flower tube said, "Sister Yuchen just got married last month, and she and the store manager are in front of each other."

Liu Yuchen, who was cleaning up the garbage, was named and smiled awkwardly.

Jiang Jingbai saw that her face was ugly, so he took the opportunity to ask her secretly: "Have you encountered any trouble?"

Liu Yuchen was the first clerk he recruited. He was tortured by the usury borrowed by his parents. Thanks to Jiang Jingbai's timely help, he was able to get rid of the debt.

Liu Yuchen thought of the store manager's kindness, and did not hide anything from him, and said in a low voice: "...It's not a trouble, it's just...it's just a conflict with my husband."

Jiang Jingbai frowned.

Liu Yuchen's husband is engaged in the education industry. He has a very good temper and is obedient to her. He doesn't seem like someone who would make his wife angry.

"Store manager, don't worry, I can solve it." Liu Yuchen was really embarrassed to say that they had a bad relationship, and murmured.

Regarding matters between husband and wife, Jiang Jingbai really didn't want to ask more questions, so he could only say a few words of comfort.

Nan Yue didn't wait for the sky to darken to pick him up today, and appeared in the shop in suits and leather shoes before six o'clock.

Jiang Jingbai was standing behind the counter on the phone, raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw him come so early, and nodded to the small rattan chair in front of the flower basket hanging on the wall, signaling him to go and sit first.

Nan Yue didn't bother him, and walked slowly through various grids, his eyes sneaked out of the gaps in the flowers and leaves, and focused on the young man a few steps away.

Maybe it was because he was staring too unscrupulously, which made the young man aware of it.

Jiang Jingbai's eyes suddenly turned to him, meeting him directly.

Just as Nan Yue was about to experience the embarrassment of being peeked into his mind, Jiang Jingbai quickly lowered his eyes again, continuing to talk to the person on the other end of the call without distraction.

Nan Yue sat on the wicker chair, obediently controlled his eyes, and tried to divert his attention from Jiang Jingbai's body to the nearby flower vines.

"Do you think the design of this wall is super good?" The clerk with a pair of small canine teeth smiled and approached, "These hanging baskets are all the works of our boss, he is very good, and the little flowers and grass left over from the usual flower arrangements are handy. It can be transformed with a little tinkering.”

Nan Yue felt the same way.

Not to mention a single wall, the entire flower shop is well maintained by Jiang Jingbai. At the same time, it takes into account the people-friendliness of low-end shops and the style of high-end shops. It is neat and clean, with comprehensive services, and naturally the business is booming.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Huya handed over a can of herbal tea: "A regular customer in the store has a friend who wants to open a restaurant, and the opening event will be held at the end of the month. The customer recommended our store to make flower baskets. The store manager is talking to the other party."

Nan Yue nodded his thanks, took the herbal tea and put it on the small table next to him.

Little Huya rubbed his head and said, "It's quite hot today, aren't you thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty, thank you." Nan Yue said coldly.

Little Huya said "Oh" and said casually: "The store manager asked me to bring it to you. He said that your mouth looks a little dry, maybe you are too busy with work to drink water, and he specifically asked me not to bring it too cold , I’m afraid you’ll feel uncomfortable if you drink it directly.”

Nan Yue: "..."

Before Xiao Huya could finish speaking, he took the herbal tea back into his hand silently, opened the tab, and put it to his mouth.

Little Huya: "..."

So is it thirsty or not thirsty?

Little Huya knew that Jiang Jingbai was married on a blind date, and he had no relationship with this ice face. As Jiang's number one fanboy, he wanted to say a few more heartfelt words to make Nanyue treat the store manager well.

As a result, Bing Cuo Lian took a sip of herbal tea, and looked coldly in other directions.

Xiao Huya then turned his head and found the person Nan Yue was looking at, his heart skipped a beat.

It was a fairly handsome man, tall and strong, with a strong physique.

Xiao Huya remembered him as if he was a fitness trainer. He didn't give up after being rejected by the store manager, and would come to the store from time to time to show his presence.

The man obviously recognized Nanyue as Jiang Jingbai's marriage partner, and looked over with an unkind expression, but Nanyue gave him a cool glance, and honestly turned his gaze away.

"Uh..." Little Huya got stuck, "Although the store manager has a lot of suitors, he never makes people want to, and he resolutely rejects them all."

Of course Nan Yue knew that Jiang Jingbai's view of feelings was very upright, but this did not prevent the flies from being annoying.

He watched the man pick out a few flowers with cold eyes, and quickly ran over to Jiang Jingbai who had just hung up the phone.

Hiss, I'm a little upset.

Jiang Jingbai looked at the man, the man was talking to him, and Jiang Jingbai also spoke.

Nan Yue was restless, and unhappily tapped the armrest of the wicker chair a few times with his fingertips, completely unaware that he was just as ugly as a kid whose toys were coveted by others.

He vaguely felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and saw Jiang Jingbai coming out of the counter, stepping over the man, wearing a ring on his hand, and walking straight towards him.

The irritability in Nan Yue's body vented out at once.

The man wanted to name Jiang Jingbai for flower arrangement, but Jiang Jingbai refused, right?

It must have been rejected.

From the corner of her eye, Nan Yue glanced at the wedding ring on her ring finger that was the same style as Jiang Jingbai.

... Tsk, comfortable.

The author has something to say: Nan Yue: Tsk, comfortable.

Script: Don't be in a hurry, brother, the uncomfortable ones are behind.