Don't throw the little beggar you picked up

Of course, this brief blushing only lasted until the clerk in work clothes came to ask if he was Mr. Chu Mian with a list, and then disappeared quickly.

The onlookers in the corridor all looked over and realized that there was a handsome guy hidden behind the crowd at some point.

Chu Mian pressed the hat, put it away and gave a flat 'um', the employee handed the receipt forward, took out a black carbon pen, breathed a sigh of relief, and said politely: "Please sign here words."''

Chu Mian didn't want to embarrass anyone, signed and thanked softly, just glanced at the crowd gathered in the corridor, and calmly called the guest room manager, who is the supreme member of this hotel.

In fact, he hadn't stayed in this hotel a few times, it was Li Jiaofei who wanted to get him a membership card of a famous hotel, saying that he was away from home just in case.

At that time, Chu Mian thought it was unnecessary, but looking at it now, seeing the hotel room staff who quickly appeared in front of him as soon as he hung up the phone, Chu Mian still had to sigh in his heart, money is indeed useful.

"Mr. Chu." The room manager greeted him.

Chu Mian nodded, and led a few young and strong men through the corridor to observe the crowd, opened her room door with her room card, and asked people to move all the roses that were in the way into the room.

The whole labor activity lasted for about an hour before the corridor was emptied. After sending the people away, Chu Mian closed the door and looked at the roses that covered the entire carpet and even spread to his window.

I fell into silence for a long time.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to check it. It was the number he had memorized in his heart since the call that night.

The message is very simple, only three words: Do you like it?

But Chu Mian seemed to be able to see Qin Tang's handsome and clear face through the screen.

He couldn't hold back, as if obsessed, he tapped the keyboard to reply; general.

The message was sent successfully, Chu Mian raised her head and looked at the red eyes.

Suddenly, a laugh sounded in the silent air. He seemed to have endured it for a long time, and the corners of his mouth, which he tried to squeeze into a straight line, still unconsciously twitched upwards. His eyes were also shining brightly, and he took off his hat and threw it aside.

Even though he was unwilling to admit it, and charged Qin Tang with one hundred and one crimes in his heart, he still couldn't help being happy in this patch of roses.

The first bouquet of flowers he received in his life was roses. He treasured that bouquet and kept it in a vase, but it still withered, and then Qin Tang sent him a whole flower shop.

Since then, roses have taken on an important meaning in Chu Mian's life.

He always remembered that even though it had been three years, Chu Mian inexplicably believed that even after five, ten, and fifteen years, Qin Tang would still remember.

That bouquet of bright red roses, even withered, left traces in their hearts after all.

The man lifted his feet and walked a few steps, bent down and picked up the nearest rose to his nose and smelled it, it was very light floral fragrance.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, crying and laughing, tears flowed from his eyes and fell to the corner of his mouth, with a wet and salty taste, and he stretched out his hand to take out the card stuck in the bouquet.

On it are the vigorous handwriting of Qin and Tang Dynasties:

[I do not envy the whiteness of the lilies,

nor praise the flush of roses,

They are but incense, pleasant carvings,

You are the real body they want to imitate,

So it's still winter for me, and you're not here,

Like teasing your shadows, I tease them. ]

Hot tears slammed onto the card, blurring the handwriting.

After Zhang Feng delivered the flowers, he took the elevator and left, and when he got out of the hotel, he took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Qiqi.

"Sister Qi, the flowers have been delivered."

There was a young female voice on the phone: "How is it? Have you seen someone? What's the expression on the other side?"

"I see, he's very young and handsome. You really didn't lie to me, did you? That's the big boss of our flower shop who has never shown his face? I don't see any expression on his face. He couldn't be angry, right? to so many roses."

Zhao Qiqi was the little girl Chu Mian recruited when she opened the shop. Three years later, she was still in the flower shop. Qin Tang was busy with starting a business and had no time to take care of the flower shop, so he simply let her be the manager.

Now the flower shop has opened several branches in Lincheng. As the one who was lucky enough to witness the love story between Chu Mian and Qin Tang, she straightened her waist and said with a sense of superiority in her voice: "What do you know? Come back quickly."

Zhao Qiqi didn't explain too much,

But I firmly believe in my heart that since Brother Qin asked for it, the big boss must like it.

After Qin Tang received Chu Mian's reply, he stroked Qin Ergou's hair, looked like an expert, and analyzed with the cat in his arms and Dahei next to the sofa: "Duplicity, this is all the leftovers I used years ago. It's down."

He poked Qin Ergou's paw again, "Why don't you say he has no creativity at all, maybe he is happily rolling in roses now, I don't know about that little guy, I know him all day long Pretend to me."

Qin Tang used to like to say "average" and "not bad" when he liked something, because he would not touch it if he didn't like it. Chu Mian also observed his preferences based on this at that time.

Now the kid uses the tricks he used to deal with him, it's too easy to guess, okay?

Qin Tang looked determined, and Dahei next to him leaned over and licked his arm.

"Do you miss him too?"

"It's okay, then I'll find a way to get him back, okay? We live together, we can see him every day, and our family of four can go for a walk together when we have time."

Dahei and Qin Ergou didn't know if they understood, they all looked at Qin Tang with big innocent eyes blinking.

"Tsk, but it is difficult to carry out this matter, after all, he is here now." Qin Tang pointed to his head with a proud and proud look: "He is quite smart, ordinary lies can't fool him."

A cat, a man, and a dog gathered in the living room, thinking about how to plot against Chu Mian, and after Chu Mian calmed down enough by crying in the hotel, he started worrying again.

How does he deal with so many flowers?

It was at this time that Li Jiao called him. As soon as he came up, he wailed in a broken voice: "I know you come back soon! I can't take it anymore. How can Shen Shu and him be so stupid? I'm talking to you now. Is it too late for him to break up?"

Chu Mian was also quite helpless, he knew that Li Jiao's little boyfriend was an art student, and he was a repeater, because he didn't get into the school he wanted in the first year.

Of course, Shen Shuhe is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart, but you have to know that there are people outside the world, and Li Jiao is smarter than Shen Shuhe's head, but he doesn't know where he got the wind, so he insists on letting Shen Shuhe Get a champion in liberal arts.

This is really a bit difficult.

Chu Mian's happy and sad feelings about being brought up by Qin Tang have been dissipated by a phone call from Li Jiao, and he sighed helplessly: "Brother Li, don't push Xiaohe too hard, how about it, I Go back to Haicheng tomorrow, leave the company affairs to me first, and have a good talk with Xiaohe."

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Qin Tang: Why are you running away again?It's too hard for me.