flying planet

Zhang Weinian actually didn't understand the meaning of Ye Xiwu's phrase "flowers will wither", but the experience of serving Jian Xinglai for many years prevented him from asking more questions that might offend the other party.

The young secretary changed the subject and said, "What are your plans for the future?"

Ye Xiwu took a puff of cigarette and smirked: "You don't need to worry about the rest, we will take care of it ourselves."

Zhang Weinian touched his nose. He could only say "Okay" and didn't know what else to comfort him. Ye Xiwu obviously didn't want to talk any more, so he smoked a cigarette silently, nodded at him, and turned around. Into the restaurant.

Zhang Weinian stayed at the same place for a while, groping for a long time but couldn't figure out what offended this handsome man, so he went back to the office resentfully, and when he opened the door, he saw Jian Xing coming on the phone.

Jian Xinglai heard the noise, looked up at him for a moment, then said a few words into the phone, and after hanging up, said: "The wedding is postponed until next week."

Zhang Weinian: "Master Huang came to see you in person."

Jian Xinglai: "If such a big incident happened, who would he look for if he doesn't ask me?"

Zhang Weinian said "Hey", he looked at Jian Xing several times, couldn't hold back, and said, "I just met the boss who is in charge of this wedding."

Jian Xinglai didn't give any response. He packed his hiking bag with the attitude of "you can say it if you want to, it's my business whether I listen or not".

It was impossible for Zhang Weinian to stop at the beginning, and he reported truthfully: "The boss is a little weird, and he seems a little unhappy to have him withdraw." Continued, "He means the flowers will wither."

Jian Xinglai's movements of the whole bag stopped, he raised his head, and for the first time an expression similar to "unbelievable" appeared on his face.

"What did he say?" Jian Xinglai asked again.

Zhang Weinian repeated word for word: "He said flowers will wither."

Jian Xinglai frowned: "And then?"

Now it is replaced by Zhang Weinian's inexplicable: "There is no future."

Jian Xinglai: "..." He seemed to think it was a little ridiculous, he was silent for a while, and as if he was offended by the phrase "flowers will wither", he said coldly, "Then what did you tell me?"

Zhang Weinian: "..."

Jian Xing threw the mountaineering bag aside with a heavy hand, he seemed to be sullen, stood up and brushed his bangs irritably.

Zhang Weinian said cautiously: "Then...shall I ask them to deal with the flowers quickly?"

Jian Xing smiled angrily: "Did I let you handle it?"

Zhang Weinian shut his mouth, thinking that I'm fucking silent!Say too much wrong!You are all uncles!

Jian Xinglai did not lose his temper at his secretary for no reason anymore. He walked to the French window and subconsciously looked down, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't see the situation in the restaurant.

This made him even more anxious, and in the end, after an unknown amount of time, Jian Xinglai suddenly asked, "How many flowers do they have?"

Zhang Weinian had sworn not to speak before, but when Jian Xing came to ask him a second later, he replied like a conditioned reflex: "At least there are thousands of flowers."

Jian Xinglai: "You ask the boss to buy it."

Zhang Weinian: "What are you buying it for?"

Jian Xinglai ordered: "Let someone from the gardening side come to decorate all the lobbies with flowers, and also arrange in the guest rooms. Those who stay in the villa today will prepare flower bouquets in the guest rooms."

Zhang Weinian opened his mouth hesitantly: "..."

Jian Xinglai looked at him impatiently: "Any more questions?"

Zhang Weinian decided that even at the risk of being scolded, he still had to ask: "Boss...are you going to do charity?"

Ye Xiwu obviously didn't understand what happened when she got the news that "leave all the flowers to decorate the hotel".

Zhang Weinian is quite satisfied with his "flattered" expression, and understands why Jian Xinglai suddenly likes to "do charity".

"Our boss also thinks it's a waste to dispose of so many flowers." Zhang Weinian said with a smile, "So I want to buy them and use them as hotel decorations. What do you think?"

Ye Xiwu couldn't believe it and confirmed again: "Is it all the flowers?"

Zhang Weinian nodded: "It's all flowers."

Ye Xiwu probably felt that the surprise came too suddenly, so he let out a big breath and grinned.

Chen Lai and Master Zhou were also very happy, they hurried to deal with the flowers on the shelf, and the gardening master brought by Zhang Weinian also stepped forward to help.

"Thank you so much." Ye Xiwu thanked Zhang Weinian earnestly, and he waved his hand, "We won't charge the money, it will be given to the hotel."

Zhang Weinian's smile froze: "No, don't you accept it?"

Ye Xiwu said boldly: "I am also a boss, so spending such a small amount of money is nothing."

Zhang Weinian: "..."

Seeing Zhang Weinian's expression, Ye Xiwu suddenly understood, and said amusedly, "Do you think I care about the economic loss of these flowers?"

Zhang Weinian was embarrassed by the question, he coughed, and regretted not doing market research, how could he have forgotten, no matter what, with Huang Sanye's status, he would never invite a third-rate wedding company to host his precious daughter wedding.

"Flowers are all beauties. It would be a pity if people didn't take a good look at them before they withered." Ye Xiwu took a branch of Diana, which was blooming brightly, from the flower wall next to it, and handed it to her. In front of Zhang Weinian, "Your boss must also be a person who knows flowers, thank him for me."

After Jian Xing came to pack up the camping equipment to be used that night, he went to the locker room to change out of the three-piece suit. The hairspray he put on in the morning, now that the bangs are down, he has lost a lot of age.

It was originally a face given by God, no matter how messed up Jian Xinglai's hairstyle is, it will not affect his beauty.

After changing into sweater and jeans, Jian Xinglai still brought a jacket because of the cold night.

When Zhang Weinian entered the office, he happened to see his boss pulling the zipper of his jacket. Jian Xinglai glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and the next second, his eyes suddenly settled on his arms.

Zhang Weinian looked down at the big bouquet of pink roses he was holding, and explained: "The wedding boss asked me to send it."

Jian Xinglai was noncommittal, but he didn't look away.

Zhang Weinian put down the flowers to find a glass vase, and when he came back, he saw Jian Xinglai holding a stick of Diana mixed in it.

"That very large champagne-colored rose was given to you by the wedding boss." Zhang Weinian put the remaining flowers into a glass vase, "Let me thank you."

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, he lowered his head, gently sniffed the petals of the rose, and then put the flower into the pocket of the jacket.

"I'm leaving." Jian Xing said, "Come back the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Weinian stared at him dumbfounded, and finally forgot to say hello.