"Uh-huh, go, go, dad."
Mu Jin stood on tiptoe and left a well-behaved kiss on his father's right cheek, and sat back on the sofa with a smug look after sending off his verbose father.
Luckily, she was smart enough to find a reason to call her father away.
She wanted to wait for her father to come back, and must have forgotten to reprimand her for lying.
That's nice.
Mu Jinjin took the remote control on the tea table, intending to watch TV for a while, but she didn't expect that suddenly a maid walked up to her and bowed over to her.
"Miss Lister, the gardener outside has reported that the driver has just given you a box of flowers, and he has signed for you and is now leaving it outside the door, Mademoiselle, do you plan to get it yourself or will I bring you in," the maid asked her politely.
"A Bouquet of Flowers" Mu Jinzhen was about to press the remote control button, his finger paused, put the remote control back on the tea table, and looked up at the maid.
She wanted to ask the maid if she knew who had sent it, but after thinking about it, she didn't ask, and said to the maid that she could go and get it herself, and then got up and walked in the direction of the gate.
Her instincts told her that the person giving the flowers would have no one but the man.
Mu Jinjin put the pale red gift box on the tea table in his room, untied the silk strap on it, and opened the box to find that there were 99 bright pink and white roses inside.
In the middle of the flower is a delicate piece of paper.
She picked up the cardboard and glanced at it, it was written in English.
“afternoon” There was no signature at the bottom of the English language, but Mu Jinjin recognized it as his handwriting.
She touched the English from his hand on the piece of paper with her white fingers, and she didn't know if it was her delusion, but she actually felt that there was still his temperature on it.
Mu Jinjin's vision was blurred by tears, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her tears, so she hurriedly put the cardboard in her hand back into the box, and then walked quickly in the direction of the bed, not wanting to look at the box of flowers again.
She thought to herself, what if he asked her to send her a box of flowers from thousands of miles away She wouldn't change her mind and answer his side.
He's such a big fool.
Three days later.
During these three days, every morning, noon, and evening, Mu Jinjin would receive a box of flowers from "Mr.
Anonymous" on time.
Mu Jinjin really didn't want to accept flowers anymore, so after putting the box of crimson roses in his hand in the white cabinet, he took the mobile phone he had placed on the desk and planned to call the man, wanting him not to send him flowers again.
It was noon working time in Switzerland, and she thought he would be busy for a few minutes before answering, but she didn't expect him to answer as soon as she called.
He answered, but he didn't speak.
She didn't speak either.
Both remained silent, as if to see who could hold back the longest without speaking.
In the end, Mu Jin admitted defeat.
She pursed her lips, turned to look at the small flower stand in her room, held an eraser in her hand and spun around, lowered her eyes and asked him in disappointment, "You don't want people to send me flowers anymore, is it okay?"
"Yes."
"Well, then thank you for your kindness, you're still working, then I'll hang up first" "Promise to listen to me, I won't send it."
"Ahem."
Mu Jinjin was so frightened by him that he coughed twice.
Why is he such a scoundrel. oshow7 t1706231537: