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Probably even Jian Xinglai didn't expect that this absurd rumor could spread in various circles in a decent way, so that when Zhang Weinian met Ye Xiwu later, the other party always looked at Ye Xiwu with an unclear meaning. Seeking him out of nowhere.

"Your leaders..." Ye Xiwu finally plucked up the courage, and asked very cryptically, "How are you doing recently?"

Zhang Weinian had question marks on his face, but he still answered: "It's not bad, he just came down from the mountain, and he didn't have a cold."

"Hmm..." Ye Xiwu was too embarrassed to ask any more questions. Today he took the time to look at the flowers that he had decorated earlier. After spending some time with him, Zhang Weinian knew that this person not only loves flowers, but also cares about his life. , So I simply took someone to the hotel garden for a walk.

Many gardening masters have heard of Ye Xiwu's reputation. No matter how big the age difference is, there is no generation gap in communication. A garden of the level of a hotel still has delicate and famous products that are difficult to grow and hard to find in the flower market.

"There are fire lilies in the garden this year, do you want to divide them into one or two?" A teacher asked.

Of course Ye Xiwu wanted the fire lotus, but this flower was delicate and hard to grow, and he needed a pond. Although his studio was not small, it was not big enough to dig a pond out of thin air, not to mention spending money was a trivial matter. It would be a pity to not be able to support them in the end.

He struggled for a while, and finally reluctantly gave up and said: "You raise it, remember to ask me to come and see it when it blooms."

The old master smiled and agreed, and introduced a few orchids that are rarely seen outside. Ye Xiwu was not polite this time, and ordered a pot of Song Mei and Tianpeng Peony.

Zhang Weinian wanted to ask someone to help him move back to the studio, but Ye Xiwu refused.

"I'll move back by myself." He said nervously, "Orchids are delicate, don't bump them."

Zhang Weinian: "..."

He thought to himself that this is not buying orchids for the Chinese New Year, so there is no need to be so nervous...

The secretary who accompanied Boss Ye to the garden obviously forgot that his master was still waiting for someone to serve him. Jian Xing came to the office a few times, only to see the little intern girl who was the assistant to the secretary sitting and staring at him.

"..." Jian Xing came to ask her, "Where's Zhang Weinian?"

The little girl seemed to be calling for a report: "Secretary Zhang said that he has a private escort trip! I need to ask for half a day off!"

Jian Xinglai snorted sarcastically: "Who needs him to accompany you? The Oil Prince?"

The little girl said seriously: "Very likely!"

Jane Xinglai: "..."

Zhang Weinian helped the "Prince of Petroleum" move two pots of orchids to the car, and Ye Xiwu put an anti-vibration pad in the trunk to avoid bumps.

"I'm going to visit Miss Huang at the hospital." Ye Xiwu got into the car, stuck her head out of the driver's seat, and said to Zhang Weinian.

Zhang Weinian nodded: "Say hello to her for me."

Ye Xiwu hesitated for a moment, he was a little embarrassed to say it, but he always felt sorry not to say it: "Is there really no problem with you leading the body...?"

Zhang Weinian: "?"

Ye Xiwu thought she was very considerate and whispered to him, "I can help him go to the hospital and ask about men's matters... I also understand that it really hurts face, and I don't mind helping." Wei Wei Yes, he added very loyally, "Don't worry, I'm very strict with my mouth, I won't say anything!"

Zhang Weinian: "???"

When Jian Xinglai saw his secretary entering the office with a dark face, he still didn't forget to say a derogatory sentence: "The oil prince has returned to Dubai?"

Zhang Weinian was really puzzled: "What oil prince?"

Jian Xinglai has never shied away from his young master's temper, with a nasty expression of "you know it yourself", and doesn't say anything, but fortunately Zhang Weinian is still having other headaches.

"You still don't care about those gossip?" Zhang Weinian felt that he was about to have forehead lines that he was worried about, "Don't talk about the circle, you know about the wedding next door."

"What do you do?" Jian Xinglai raised his head and gave him a cold look, "Shall I just fuck a dog for them to see?"

Zhang Weinian despaired: "...can we replace animals with humans?"

Jian Xinglai actually laughed, he let out a "huh" and said lightly: "They are all as dirty as animals, there is no difference."

Zhang Weinian really feels that he has to suffer this kind of "personality insult" every day, and he can continue to do it with a smile. It must be that Jian Xinglai's salary is too high, but for someone like his boss who has serious emotional defects to some extent However, sometimes Zhang Weinian's mentality is that sympathy is far more than hate.

"If you really lived alone for the rest of your life, the old man's heart-building would be in vain." Zhang Weinian persuaded heartbrokenly, "I must be angry with you."

Huang Duoduo said that she was hospitalized for acute appendicitis, but when Ye Xiwu went to visit, she was lying in the VIP room as if nothing happened.

Ye Xiwu brought a bunch of envoys, the flowers were hanging down, red and white, cute and beautiful.

"What kind of flower is this?" Huang Duoduo liked it very much, took it in her arms and smelled it.

Ye Xiwu: "Liuqiuzi is also called a gentleman, and the language of flowers is good health."

Huang Duoduo laughed: "It's more innovative than sending carnations."

No wonder she said that, ever since she announced that she was ill, Huang Duoduo's two-bedroom apartment was almost filled with carnations. What's even more vulgar was sending carnation flower baskets with two pieces of red silk in the middle, writing "Fortune is like the East China Sea, life is better than Nanshan."

"Those who don't know think my dad is sick." Huang Duoduo said coolly, she placed the gentleman on the bedside table closest to her, and she could see that she was really satisfied.

Ye Xiwu looked at her face, thought for a while, and said, "Your father said that the wedding was postponed until next week, do you know about that?"

The smile on Huang Duoduo's face faded, and she calmly said, "How do I know? He hasn't come to see me after being in the hospital for so long."

Ye Xiwu sighed: "Your husband..."

"Can we not talk about this?" Huang Duoduo interrupted him suddenly, "You have to come up with a new plan for the wedding next week? Show me the blueprint?"

Ye Xiwu frowned: "You want to read the planning book, I can draw it for you at any time, but I can't waste my energy all the time, right?"

Huang Duoduo pursed her mouth, but she didn't speak.

Ye Xiwu waited for a while, but the other party still had no intention of communicating, like a clamshell shutting up.

Ye Xiwu's face darkened: "It's really not possible, I should talk to your husband."

"What can you talk to him about?" Huang Duoduo suddenly asked sharply. She looked at Ye Xiwu provocatively, "Do you think he will listen to you?"

Ye Xiwu: "?"

Huang Duoduo curled her long hair slowly with her fingers, and her expression was full of contempt, as if she was talking about someone else's wedding: "To tell you the truth, I 'bought' my 'Mr. of."

"You have done so many weddings, do you think that love should be sacred all your life, and weddings should be full of joy, and every couple must love each other, be harmonious and beautiful, and live happily ever after?"

Huang Duoduo relaxed her body and leaned against the head of the bed, so that Junzi's bright red flowers and leaves lined her slightly pale face: "No, no, look, I even fake my 'husband', it's nothing Love each other, be harmonious and beautiful, have a happy life, and there is no sacred love, everything is not true."