Chapter 753

It's sunny on Monday.

In the business district of Dongcheng District, DIDU, in front of a two-story shop with more than 400 square meters, it was very lively.

Flower baskets of various shapes were sent one after another, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed.

Today Nie Heng wears more formal, a light blue 9-point trousers, a white short sleeved shirt, and a pair of white canvas shoes. He is a successful little milk dog.

"Who is the boss? Please sign for the flower basket!"

"Me! I am!" Nie Heng trotted over, "who sent it?"

"Mr. Feng and Miss Shen," replied the florist.

Nie Heng immediately turned around and shouted at the people squatting under the wall, "sister, come and sign for the flower basket!"

The florist found that there seemed to be something squatting under the wall.

The thing moved, lifted the clothes used to block the sun, stood up slowly and came out of the shadow.

The florist couldn't help hissing when he saw her face.

It's June. It's 267 summer. Isn't the girl afraid of heatstroke?

Ruan Qi came over with the eyes of the florist looking like a monster.

She pulled off the mask and gauze covering her face and reached for the card.

On the card is Shen Shi's handwriting.

——Congratulations on the opening of Daxian exclusive store branch. I wish you good luck and prosperous business. Little seven, Moda~

Signature: Shen Shi, Feng Qin.

Ruan Qi looked at the card and smiled from his peach eyes blocked by dark sunglasses.

She signed "Ruan" on the receipt and politely said thank you to the florist.

The florist didn't expect the little girl who didn't show her face to have such a nice voice. He blushed, arranged the four big flower baskets and hurried away.

Soon, the flower baskets of Wang Leke, Wei Jiaming, Gu Feiyang and others arrived one after another.

Because they are public figures, it is inconvenient for everyone to write their names on the flower basket, so they only write Mr. Wang, Mr. Wei and Mr. Gu.

Ruan Qi was confused by a pile of Mr. and Ms. flower baskets. Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

"Who is the boss? The flower basket sent by Mr. Xi has arrived!"

Ruan Qi quickly turned his head.

In a small pickup truck, several florists moved the flower basket down.

One, two, three, four, five

Twenty big flower baskets!

One by one blocked the path in front of the door.

The types of bouquets in each basket are different, and each petal reveals the word "expensive".

The onlookers had never seen such a flower basket.

Everyone took out their mobile phones, took photos and small videos and sent them to the Internet.

Soon, after the last apology letter from Qiao group, # Daxian store # appeared on hot search again.

Ruan Qi immediately sent a microblog through the heat——

[Daxian exclusive store: the second imperial store is open! 20% off! 1000 free for 5000, 3000 free for 10000! In addition, all day treatment in the store today is free, senior Chinese medicine, online pulse! ~]

Netizens: "??"

[can Daxian store still see a doctor?]

[senior TCM? True or false?]

[don't you know? The owner of Daxian shop is very good at Daxian medicine. She studied many small pill prescriptions herself.]

[I went to a store before. A little brother is very good at medicine and looks handsome. He cured my irregular menstruation!]

Netizens did not expect that a small pharmacy had traditional Chinese medicine, which was warmly discussed on the Internet.

Meanwhile, the ribbon cutting ceremony ended.

The second Department of Daxian store officially opened!

Guests who had long surrounded the store poured into the store.

Ruan Qi was inconvenient to show his face, so he hid in the clinic on the first floor for consultation.

Because there are many guests today, she specially borrowed two senior brothers from her school to help.

The three sat in the clinic, and the visitors lined up in a long line.

Ruan Qi helped a patient finish the injection, sat back in his chair and wrote a prescription with a few strokes.

"Little sister, go to the front and take the medicine according to the doctor's advice. Next! ~"

A slender figure sat down across the table.

Ruan Qi looked down and cleaned up the things on the table and asked, "what's wrong with you?"

"Miss Ruan, when will you return the meal you owe me?"

Ruan Qi was stunned and raised his head.

Cheng Jinyan wore a smoky gray suit with white shirt buttons tied to the top one.

He pushed down his silver rimmed glasses, and his indifferent eyes fell on her without waves.