Ginger Flower

"Hey baby, are you off work?" Cong Shen asked Jiang Hua after smoking a cigarette.

Jiang Hua stretched her waist. What else could a general manager do besides signing contracts and socializing? It's not as good as being a department manager when she was busy all day long.

"There are still ten minutes to get off work, what's the matter? Let's have dinner together?"

Cong Shen responded, and said, "I've made a reservation for a restaurant, and I'll come here in a while. I sent the address to your phone."

"You fucking iron cock is like this, and you still book a restaurant? Don't you just find a stall everywhere to trick me into wearing a suit to eat, and make a fool of yourself."

Cong Shen rolled his eyes and said, "Where did I do such a thing?!"

"Haven't you done enough?!"

Cong Shen was speechless, he had indeed done a lot...

The two were laughing and talking nonsense, their hearts were so satisfied, how come there is such a person in this world, you are willing to share everything with him.

Your sloppiest, your slickest, your silliest, your smartest.

Everything is willing to show him.

Even though this kind of life is boring to many people, for the parties involved, they are happy.

"Are you sure there is a restaurant here? I can't find it." Jiang Hua rushed to the address as soon as he got off work, but he couldn't find the location after walking around.

Cong sighed deeply, and said: "Why are you so stupid, turn left eighty degrees, go straight for 20 meters, look up, baby..."

Jiang Hua obediently obeyed, and just looked up and saw a newly opened flower shop.

Not... a restaurant?

The hug came suddenly, and Jiang Hua was still a little dazed, until Cong Shen's chest was pressed tightly against his back, and then he woke up and said, "Where is the door of the store, so many people come and go, why don't you be ashamed?"

Cong Shen didn't care, and said, "Whatever, he doesn't know me anyway."

Before Jiang Hua could refute, Cong Shen pressed against Jiang Hua's ear and said proudly, "Look, I drove it."

Jiang Hua's eyes widened. Cong Shen opened a flower shop?

Isn't it a bit out of place for a 1.9-meter tall man toss around flowers?

There are a lot of red roses at the door of the store. The bunches are neatly wrapped and sprinkled with water. The afterglow of the setting sun reflects beautiful light on them.

The furnishings inside are very simple, and you can see the end at a glance.

A table is neatly stacked with flower-wrapped paper, and there are some ribbons beside it.

Different varieties of flowers are placed in vases, and they look very delicate and charming.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Jiang Hua nodded, gave a thumbs up, and said, "You are a big man, I didn't expect you to be quite good at tossing around."

Cong Shen chuckled, and said sternly, "Look at the name of the shop?"

Jiang Hua raised his head, and a few small white flowers protruded from the green bottom surface, which looked sober and elegant, which was very suitable for this season, with a string of small gilt characters beside it.

Little ginger flower.

"Hey, does using my name as the name of the store constitute a violation of my right to name?"

"Not counting, you are Jiang Hua, the painting of painting, not the flower of flowers."

"Get out of here...you're blind and poor..."

"This is just the beginning, I will work hard to make money."

Jiang Hua smiled and kissed Cong Shen on the cheek, ignored the eyes of passers-by and customers, and said softly, "I'm waiting for you to marry me by making a dress out of ginger flowers."

"Ouch, this is a bit difficult..."

"Is it difficult?"

"No, no, no...it's not difficult, it's not difficult..."

The author has something to say: Sorry to update the article so late

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