The florist looked at her politely and said, "Miss Lister, this is a flower from a mysterious gentleman, please sign for it." ” Mr.
Mystery It seems that he sent it again.
She wanted to see what he was going to do this time.
She smiled and nodded, took the bouquet and took the pen and paper from another florist employee, and left her name in the autograph.
When the two flower shop employees left, her classmates looked at her and laughed.
"When we met just now, they lied to us that they were singles, which made us happy in vain.
Now he suddenly sprinkles a handful of dog food on us.
Tut-tut, you girl is really black-hearted."
"That's it, say it quickly, who is the boyfriend we don't know?"
"Hey, I recognize this bouquet of flowers, the packaging of this bouquet is France, what kind of rose garden, I heard that this kind of rose costs tens of thousands of dollars, it seems that your boyfriend is not only romantic but also very rich."
"No wonder I haven't seen Cier for a few years, you have become white and fat, and you have to look like a little fat pig, it turned out that you were raised like this by your rich boyfriend."
Cier was speechless, raised his head and smiled at them: "Don't talk too much, maybe the employees of the branch here know that I am here and give them a bouquet of flowers as a gift."
"Tut-tut, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it."
"What about you?"
"I don't believe it either."
"Well, then of course I don't believe it either."
Cill was about to be annoyed by them, so he snorted at them, put the bouquet on the chair next to him, and then picked up the wine glasses on the table and looked at everyone: "Come on, come on, don't talk about this, how about we play a game of comparing the amount of wine" One o'clock in the morning.
Half-drunk and half-awake, Cill walked back to his bedroom and sat down on the sofa with the help of the waiter.
After the waiter left, she held her heavy head in one hand, propped herself up, and then reached for the bouquet of flowers that the waiter had placed on the tea table.
She opened the cardboard inside, and it read.
"The view from Calff Harbour is beautiful."
Same as last time.
It's so concise that people don't understand what he, the person who sent the flowers, wants to say.
Cill angrily threw the jam to the ground, then leaned back on the couch in exhaustion.
She closed her eyes and thought sullenly.
That dead pervert must be suffering from a nervous disorder.
How can I write some messy stuff on the jam twice?
"Ding Dong" Just then, a doorbell rang in the direction of the door.
It's so late, who is it The voice rang over and over again, and Cill had no choice but to stand up and stumble in the direction of the gate with a drunken headache.
When she opened the door, she found a female florist employee holding a white rose.
"Another mysterious gentleman gave it to me," she asked the female employee speechlessly.
"Yes, Miss Rist."
The flower shop employee said with some embarrassment.
Cill walked back to the couch with the new roses in his arms, and as soon as he sat down, he leaned limply back in his chair, drowsy.
She struggled to open her eyes, then reached out and pulled out the pale gold cardboard inside the bouquet to see what he had written.
"I'll be waiting for you at the docks at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
After reading the card, Ciel finally understood what he was trying to say.
The words that seem complete are: "Sill, the view of Calf Harbour is beautiful.
I'll be waiting for you at the dock at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. ”oshow7 t1706231537: