Chapter 957

In the south of the city, a flower shop opened quietly on the Taiping commercial street.

It's not such a strange thing.

Taiping Street has a large flow of people and a lot of competition. Even the rent can't be paid due to a little careless management.

When a shop closes and a shop opens, no one will care.

But this flower shop called "a Zhao's flower shop" is really a little unusual.

What's unusual?

The first unusual point: the florist opened quietly, and there was no opening activity or publicity.

Either the boss doesn't know how to do business, or the boss is lazy.

Unusual second point: the owner of the florist is a young girl.

It's normal for a young girl to open a flower shop.

But if it is, this young boss, with a gorgeous pressure on the face of many female entertainment stars?

What's strange is that such a rare beauty, which has appeared for so long, is that no one thought of taking a picture and sending it to the network to share with others.

With the current network traffic, this young boss called ah Zhao can become a popular online celebrity even if he only relies on his appearance.

This unusual third point, of course, is because

Ordinary people can't get into this florist.

……

"Boss, I'm off work!" The voice of youth overflows in this quiet florist.

Zhang Luo took up her backpack and said goodbye to the boss who was sitting under the flower rack in the yard.

The young boss under the flower trellis raised his head and showed a beautiful face that was suddenly called Wanhua.

"OK, be safe on the way." Ah Zhao said gently.

Zhang Luo held her face and licked her boss's face for the 100th time, and then she went out.

The wind chime at the door rang and became quiet again.

As a matter of fact, the young female boss, sitting quietly under the bookshelf, wearing a loose cotton and linen dress, with long hair and waist, and full of "I'm a goddess", "I'm very artistic" and "I'm very classical" all over her body, she's not doing elegant things that conform to her temperament, such as reading books or handwork.

She is playing games.

One shot at the head, bloody.

Therefore, what people see may not be true.

It's getting dark.

At this time, there was absolutely no second person's flower shop, and a thin voice suddenly rang out: "Lord a Zhao, Lord a Zhao, I want to drink water."

A Zhao looked up and looked at the stars in front of him, but shook his head: "you have drunk enough water today. If you drink it again, be careful of getting sick."

All over the sky star committee is aggrieved and coquettish. However, a Zhao, a girl addicted to the Internet, only cares about manipulating the characters in her hand and kills the enemy hiding in the abandoned warehouse with a single shot, and coldly ignores her.

Zhang Luo is off work. She can't get off work yet.

She's still waiting for the night guests to come.

The wind chimes at the door rang.

The door opened.

Then there was a faint cold wind, which made people's scalp numb.

A Zhao finally won the game and moved his eyes from the screen to the visitors.

"Welcome."

The guest is a playful young girl. She looks eighteen or nine years old. She is wearing a goose yellow dress, carrying a beige rabbit bag and a ball head. She looks full of vitality, but her face is a little white.

"Boss, I heard from my friends that the flowers here are very good."

A Zhao thought for a while and said, "the customers who have bought it do say so."

The girl laughed: "my name is Xiao AI. I want a bunch of roses."

Rose?

A Zhao stood up, selected flowers for her, wrapped them and handed them to her: "flowers symbolizing love, oh, cherish her."

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I feel a little cold, too.

But I am determined to write a supernatural story that is not frightening at all.

See you tomorrow, good night