[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

I can't write too much in the copy, I hope the little angels can read the next few words before reading the text:

The heroine is a wizard and the CP is Doctor Strange. The original intention of writing this article is that I want to know what will happen if a wizard and a mage get together. Double magic match 2333

The rhythm of this article will be slower and the daily length will be longer than the refrigerator

【Note! ! ! 】The heroine’s character was not pleasing at the beginning. Of course there is a reason for me to write this way. In the first few chapters, Winnie will also fight with Strange. Reading is a matter of personal preference

Finally, I hope everyone can support this article a lot (*╯3╰)

In the early morning, the water vapor still lingers on the ground. They know that they will face the fate of re-evaporation when the sun completely drills out of the clouds in a while, so they often scramble for the last few 10 minutes or an hour. Attached to everything exposed outside.

There are many places that this water vapor can occupy.The gaps in the clothes of the office workers who file out from the subway entrance are places where cold moisture can penetrate.

New York is a city with almost no silent nights, the neon lights go down, and the taxi lights come on.

Winnie stayed in the country a few months ago, and there was neither such prosperity nor so many people in a hurry.In the first few days when Winnie moved to Manhattan, she was even a little uncomfortable, waking up at four or five in the morning.

Seeing that the cold was about to get into her sleeves, but it was ruthlessly blocked.This is why Winnie is more energetic than the people around her: she puts a warming spell on herself when she goes out in the morning.

Winnie and the group of office workers walked in the other direction, the road was a little wider, and she crossed a street to the door of her shop.

The country life gave Winnie the idea of ​​opening a flower shop when she returned to the metropolis. If the fragrance of flowers can take root and grow together with life, it sounds good.

When opening the door, Winnie noticed a stray cat curled up in front of it.Winnie also didn't understand how it would stay here. There was no place to keep warm in front of her store, so it was not a good choice to nest here.Winnie made a noise, and the yellow-striped wild cat suddenly opened its round eyes and stood up. It stared at Winnie for a while, then quickly ran away from the side.

There were no more accidents during the process. Winnie stepped into the store and pressed the light switch on the wall next to her.

Winnie's estimate was wrong. The weather today is not good. The sun tried its best and failed to squeeze out from the gloomy clouds.Winnie simply didn't turn off the lights in the flower shop. The lights echoed through a whole piece of glass windows and the street lights on the street outside, but only after a while, at one o'clock, the street lights outside were turned off.Only Winnie's and the other shops on the street were lit up one after another.

There were still no guests at this time, and Winnie started to deal with the breakfast she bought on the way.A large piece of bread and a cup of hot coffee that was also cast with a heat-retaining spell.

Attracted by the very warm light, the cat ran back and circled around the door of Winnie's store.From its appearance, it can be seen that this cat is lucky to have escaped the government's euthanasia measures for stray animals, and has become acquainted in this area, and someone will always feed it from time to time.

Seeing that Winnie had no plans to come out, the cat nestled in a circle at the main entrance without any fear.

After Winnie finished her coffee, there was still a lot of bread left in the bag. She stared at the crumbs for a while, then tore the remaining bread into small pieces, walked to the door, squatted down and placed them in front of the door.As early as when Winnie opened the door, the cat ran away, and Winnie didn't mind, put down the bread and went back to the shop.

The flower shop doesn't have many customers, which is frustrating for the owner.But Winnie also knew that she had never done any publicity for the flower shop, and the endless source of customers was destined to be insulated from her.But fortunately, the only thing Winnie doesn't need to worry about is financial resources. She has other ways to get money.

There were no guests for several days before Winnie waited for one.

The woman who opened the door came in with the current popular makeup and short boots over seven centimeters. She looked at the flowers in Winnie's store before nodding in satisfaction.

"Can you order flowers for home delivery?"

The first impression of this accidentally discovered flower shop was good, and the female customer didn't pay much attention to the attitude of Winnie who just looked up from the book.

Winnie came out from behind the counter. This was a rare customer she had recently, and Winnie still wanted to take this order in her heart.Otherwise, her effort to rent a shop and decorate it into a flower shop in the early stage would be meaningless.

"Yes, do you have any favorite flowers? Or do you want the florist to wrap them up for you?"

The female customer only thought for a second or two, and said simply: "Just help me choose something beautiful." After she finished speaking, she went on to say a series of addresses, expressing that she hoped that Winnie could deliver a bouquet every morning. To a handsome surgeon at the hospital three blocks away.

The other party said that the distance was very close, and the deposit they gave was generous enough, so Winnie had no reason to refuse.

"I left my address and name. You just write: To Dear Dr. Strange."

After Winnie took back the notepad, the habit she had developed over the years made her keenly smell the perfume that was already on the female customer's body.She glanced at it and found that the recipient of the flowers was a doctor named Stephen Strange.Winnie read it in a low voice, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar.

The other party asked one last time: "You are the only one in this flower shop? Do you have time to deliver?"

Customers have the right to raise appropriate questions, and Winnie did not feel disgusted by this.She nodded slightly, but her behavior seemed a little cold to outsiders.

"Ma'am, I'll deliver it in time."

In the hospital the next day, Strange just opened the door of his office and saw the bouquet of flowers on the desk.Strange was stunned for two seconds, then stood at the door and turned to the other people in the department and asked loudly, "Which of you has entered my office?"

Everyone was puzzled, but they all shook their heads.

Strange glanced suspiciously at the expressions of his colleagues, closed the door, and approached the table.Under the bouquet was an exquisite hot-silver card, on which it was written——

Dear Dr. Strange:

I told you at first sight.

The inscription was a name that Strange didn't remember, he raised his eyebrows, and casually pressed the card under the case and a stack of documents, apparently not paying attention to it at all.

Strange took out his white coat from the closet. There was no surgery this morning, and the only one was at noon.Before that, he just needed to adjust his state to be perfect. Of course, Strange never felt that these operations that others thought had a low success rate would fail under his scalpel.

He had just changed into clothes when someone knocked on the door.

Strange raised his voice: "You can come in directly, the door is unlocked."

In came his colleague Christine.After Christine greeted him with a smile, her eyes were immediately attracted by the flowers on the table.Seven roses tied together mean secretly liking you.

Christine stepped forward and plucked the petals twice, jokingly made fun of Strange: "Who gave you the flowers? Your admirers? Or the patients you had surgery on?"

Strange turned sideways after tidying up his collar and cuffs in the mirror, and smiled at Christine who was holding the bouquet: "I gave it to you."

Although she knew it was a lie, Christine still liked it.When she heard what Strange said, she stroked her hair with a coquettish smile: "Stephen, you just use the flowers that others give you to coax people."

"But it looks like it's working, so that's it."

Christine held the flowers and talked to Strange about some work matters. When she left, Strange smiled at her quite gently.

Strange was in a good mood after taking care of a bouquet of flowers that he didn't know what to do with.Such a good mood made him repeat the new songs he loved to listen to in recent weeks during the afternoon operation.

When the operation was successful, although the other doctors had long been accustomed to Strange's casual style, they still couldn't help but look at him with amazement in their eyes.As for Strange himself, he had already changed his clothes and drove away in his luxury car.

Perfect surgery, luxury cars, and many luxuries, these constitute Strange's current life.

But Strange found that what he thought was a "little accident" also happened the next day.He looked at the flowers placed in the same position and turned around to ask his colleagues the same question as yesterday.

"Did you come into my office? Or did anyone see who put the flowers on my desk?"

Now all the doctors and nurses in the surgery knew that someone sent flowers to Dr. Strange, the golden bachelor in their department, to express their love.

Strange maintained a reserved smirk, sending off batch after batch of colleagues with gossip-like eyes.

Strange didn't like this kind of behavior of being watched by crowds from the bottom of his heart.Also, he didn't like the beautifully packaged bouquet of flowers that appeared on his desk, even though it was an ingenious match compared to yesterday, but Strange had no interest at all.

He crumpled up this card together with yesterday's card and threw it into the trash can, and randomly stuffed the bouquet into the hands of a female nurse passing by outside.

"Help me get rid of it, thank you."

When he got off work that day, Strange deliberately locked the windows and checked the lock on the office door.After doing all this, Strange believed that he would never see flowers in his office again on the third day.

On the morning of the third day, when Strange opened the door and saw the familiar bouquet, he frowned fiercely.

A gossip about Dr. Strange began to circulate in the same department. A young woman launched a romantic and enthusiastic offensive to send flowers to Dr. Strange.Regardless of the wind or rain, flowers can always appear in Strange's office every morning.

Strange held the card, and finally found the name of the person under the card in his past cases.

Aurora Hall.

It showed that she was a patient of Strange's surgery four months ago.

Falling in love with an unfamiliar surgeon because of an operation?Strange curled his lips. He didn't think this Miss Hall would have any impression of him under general anesthesia.

Throw away the card as usual, but this time, Strange noticed that the flower shop's name was printed in English on the wrapping paper of the bouquet.In Strange's opinion, the owner of the flower shop really has no taste, because the name of the flower shop is "Miss Winnie's Shop".

Ha, Strange sneered, probably Winnie is still the owner's name.