Zhong Qingyu signed his name: "Okay, thank you, delivery boy, for your hard work."

The courier boy bent down repeatedly: "Ms. Zhong's words are serious. This is what we should do."

Zhong Qingyu didn't take this moment to heart. Bei Tangyu would remind her when the time comes.

However, she seemed to have a lot of express delivery today. After a while, a large bouquet of red roses was delivered to her office by the same courier boy.

Zhong Qingyu's mouth twitched slightly, and she read the label, which was Dongfang Chen.

This person is really... endless!

"Brother, courier, please help me." Zhong Qingyu handed the bouquet to the courier, "Help me send it back to the place of origin. I'll pay for the freight."

"Okay Miss Zhong."

Half an hour later.

Haoyu Office Building, Dongfangchen Office.

"Mr. Dongfang, your flowers have been returned."

"Huh?" Dongfang Chen raised his eyebrows, "What did she say?"

"Said nothing."

"Is that because the flowers are not fresh enough? Not gorgeous enough? Or not fragrant enough?" Dongfang Chen lowered his eyebrows in thought. Everyone said that roses are red, fragrant and bright, so why doesn't Zhong Qingyu like them?

After a long time, Dongfang Chen finally came to the conclusion: "Oh, I know, it's not enough!"

afternoon.

On Zhong Qingyu's side, she had just finished taking a call from a customer and was about to have a short meeting before getting off work. The customer service staff on the first floor suddenly called: "Mr. Zhong, three trucks of red roses have been brought by express delivery and they have been set up in front of our company.

What should I do with the shape of 'love'?"

Zhong Qingyu held her forehead, rubbed her temples fiercely, and gave the order: "Let the security coax you."

Three minutes later, Zhong Qingyu was in a meeting when the front desk customer service called again: "Mr. Zhong, the person left but the flowers stayed."

"..."

Zhong Qingyu almost collapsed and continued the meeting.

When she packed up her things and went downstairs after the meeting, she found a lot of people watching. There were three truckloads of roses, and they were quite generous. The area was wide enough, and luckily the venue was also big enough.

As soon as Zhong Qingyu came out, reporters gathered around her.

Damn, I have to make entertainment headlines every day.

"Ms. Zhong, is this a gift from Mr. Dongfang?"

Zhong Qingyu was extremely impatient with such a sterile topic: "If you know, you still ask."

"Miss Zhong, Mr. Dongfang is so romantic, how do you want to repay him?"

Regarding this question, Zhong Qingyu pondered for a few seconds: "This kind of question requires careful thinking, but I think you should ask Dongfang Chen how much he spent on so many roses. He is really rich and stupid. This kind of thing

It's not like he can be used as food. You can ask him if he has lost his mind and did something so ill-considered. Sorry, please don't block my way to get off work."

Reporters are still obsessed with her, and Zhong Qingyu has a headache. It seems that she has to hire a ruthless bodyguard, otherwise the media offensive will swamp her sooner or later.

After finally squeezing out, Zhong Qingyu hurriedly got in the car and left quickly, preparing to pick up Zhong Yan from school. The speed was as if she was running for her life.

In the car, Zhong Qingyu was really frustrated. She checked a flower shop and only wanted a bouquet of flowers, which she requested to be delivered to Dongfang Chen's office early tomorrow morning. Only then was she satisfied.

However, as soon as she arrived at the school and parked the car, she received a call from Zhong Yan: "Beauty, I'll take Mr. Dongfang's car and leave first. Don't pick me up at school. Oh, Mr. Dongfang said he was treating guests to dinner.
Chapter completed!