Xingyuan has no choice but to come out of the office.
Leng Yichen looked at the figure and felt that it was not so simple.
"Chengfeng, you go to investigate a person secretly!" He dialed Chengfeng.
"Young master, you say!"
"It's my new secretary, Xingyuan." Leng Yichen opens his mouth and tells himself intuitively that there is something wrong with this person.
"Good!" Chengfeng's crisp answer.
……
While Nangong Han, sitting in his office on one side, his whole face was a little gloomy.
The woman in front of him is Xingyuan.
"What's the matter? Leng Yichen didn't doubt you!"
"You always appear in the imperial group. Leng Yichen has been looking down on me for a long time!" The star wishes a sneer.
"I didn't appear many times, it just means that he put an eyelid around you." Nangong Han's eyes picked slightly.
"What do you want me to do now?"
"You should hate him more than I do, don't you? Why should I teach you what to do? Are you so angry with him that you can't see what you should do? "
Nangong Han looked at the woman with a sneer in his heart.
It's more stupid than antheya. Why does he want to cooperate with this woman.
"It's your ultimate mission to destroy Leng Yichen by all means. Otherwise, your secret will be made public."
"You Xingyuan looks up at the man.
"Don't be so surprised, that anxiya is not dead. You see, she is the best example of you. If you can't finish your task, I will make your life worse than death."
"Anxia?" A cold sweat came out of Xingyuan's head.
"You did it?"
"Ha ha, what do you think?"
Nangong Han didn't answer, just looking at the woman.
"I see!" Xingyuan nodded.
……
Leng Yichen just passed a florist when he went back.
He suddenly got off the car and went straight to the florist.
"This gentleman, it's going to be Chinese Valentine's day. Why don't you choose some flowers for your girlfriend or wife?" The shop assistant said.
"This one?" Leng Yichen took a look. There was a rose in the window.
But this flower is very special, do not need to insert in the water bottle, but also charming.
"Sir, do you like this flower? You have a good eye The shop assistant exclaimed.
Leng Yichen looked at the magic bouquet and nodded.
"This is the eternal rose. It means that love will last forever. " The clerk explained.
"To live forever?" Leng Yichen is a little inconceivable.
"Yes, sir. If you send it to your wife, she will like it."
The shop assistant's eyes are about to turn into hearts.
Leng Yichen's appearance of buying flowers, as well as his original distinctive temperament, make the little girls of the florist feel a lot.
"No, just the ordinary one. It's unrealistic to live forever." The answer is so cold.
The shop assistant said that he was very surprised, but the customer was God and had to listen to him.
After wrapping the ordinary roses, Leng Yichen takes them in his hand and leaves the florist's shop to leave them in the car. Then he secretly mocks himself.
Why do you want to go to the florist.
Aren't all these romantic little tricks done by those childish boys and girls?
How could he do that?
Then start the engine and drive to the villa.
As evening approached, an Xiaojing was bored watching TV at home. When Leng Yichen came in, she was even reluctant to take the bunch of flowers she bought.
On TV, every station seems to be promoting the atmosphere of Tanabata Festival.
An Xiaojing is not infected by these programs.
Whether it's Valentine's day or Tanabata, she doesn't have much interest.
Besides, this kind of festival, with the people you like, is called Festival, with Leng Yichen together, at most is enough.
An Xiaojing looks at the young girls on the screen who love each other. It's really moving to see a lover get married.
"Today is Qixi!" Leng Yichen's voice came suddenly. As usual, he couldn't hear the temperature and emotion.
"Yes An Xiaojing didn't even bother to look back.
"This kind of festival is quite special." Leng Yichen hid the flowers behind him.
"It's special to be with someone you like, but I don't even have one. It's a miserable Festival." An Xiaojing sighed helplessly.
As soon as he said this, Leng Yichen's face became ugly.
What's more, the original atmosphere was broken by an Xiaojing's words.
"Oh? Desolate? " Leng Yichen said sarcastically."It's very sad!" An Xiaojing nods, but she just doesn't understand why Leng Yichen's tone suddenly becomes so gloomy.
Did you say something wrong?
"Leng Yichen, aren't you happy?" As soon as an Xiaojing asked, she regretted it. Leng Yichen was happy, which is more puzzling.
Then, before she could wait for the man to speak, she saw the flower on Leng Yichen's hand hit the ground.
Fiery red rose, delicate, like fire at that moment.
"It's very sad!" Leng Yichen was satirical.
"It's hard for you not to be with someone you like, but with someone you don't want to see at all!"
"Leng Yichen!" Looking at the flowers on the ground, an Xiaojing seemed to understand something.
"This flower is not for me, is it?" An Xiaojing asked, although the current situation is quarreling with Leng Yichen, her heart is slightly warm.
"Of course not, someone gave it to me!" Leng Yichen snorted.
"Ha, Leng Shao is really, the charm of marriage is still the same as that of those years!" An Xiaojing looked at the bunch of flowers. It was Leng Yichen who bought them. Which woman would send roses to a man.
But this man is too proud. She didn't have the heart to tear it down.
"Of course, I've never been short of women!" Hum, he went up the stairs with a cold sneer.
An Xiaojing squats down and picks up the flowers one by one. Lin Shugang passes by the living room.
"The young master really has a heart!" Uncle Lin exclaimed.
"But he didn't want to admit that he bought it himself!" An Xiaojing rolled her eyes.
She seems to have found someone more stubborn than herself.
"Young master is like that, knife mouth, bean curd heart, young grandmother, this should be clearer than me!" Uncle Lin smiles and helps an Xiaojing pick up the flowers.
"Help me to plant these flowers." An Xiaojing takes down a card from the picture.
It's just that when it was opened, nothing was written.
It's really the style of Leng Yichen.
An Xiaojing is a little speechless.
However, when watching TV again, those little lovers are enviable. An Xiaojing is not envious at all.