Wang Aoshuang had a cold look on her face and said indifferently, "Let you come and see if I'm dead, so that I don't obstruct his sight."
Xu You glanced at her and put on his glasses, "Actually, Mr. Lan is not as bad as Miss Wang thought."
"Haha, Assistant Xu, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life."
"Actually, Mr. Lan is not a cold-blooded person. It's just that certain things have turned him into a cold-blooded person."
Her eyes flashed, and she didn't understand what those things were referring to, so she turned her head and said nothing.
"Miss Wang, if you don't want Mr. Lan to do more cruel things, then try to be more submissive. It will be good for you."
Wang Aoshuang smiled sadly. She couldn't bear it enough. She endured it until her lungs were about to explode.
Do you want her to be trampled to pieces by those women and remain silent like a mute?
She is not plasticine, so how can she let others rub her without any regrets?
"I have received all your suggestions. Assistant Xu, please come back. I'm a little tired and want to take a rest." She felt terrible when she heard the man's last name.
Since the eviction order was issued, Xu You was too embarrassed to stay, "Then you have a good rest, I'll leave first."
Not long after Xu You left, Ling Ang came to see her again and brought a bouquet of beautiful Phalaenopsis.
"This is for you, I hope you like it." There was a light smile on his handsome and calm face.
She nodded happily, with a smile as beautiful as a Phalaenopsis, "Thank you."
Phalaenopsis is a noble and elegant flower that is often seen in flower markets and is often used as corsages for brides and grooms during weddings.
In the past, men who chased her gave her lilies, roses, platycodon and the like, but no one had ever given her such a special flower.
She counted the number of flowers, and it turned out to be 17. 17, what a strange number.
But she ignored it and just admired it happily.
"Do you know the flower language of Phalaenopsis?" he asked lightly.
She smiled lightly, shook her head, and asked, "What is it?"
He looked at her deeply, his eyes as clear as water, but he said nothing.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at the bunch of Phalaenopsis quietly, and said in a calm tone, "It doesn't matter whether you know it or not."
Wang Aoshuang knew that his words and deeds were different from ordinary people, so she didn't ask anything.
He stretched out his strong hand and gently touched the delicate petals of the Phalaenopsis, with a misty look on his face, "Let me tell you a story related to the Phalaenopsis."
His charming lips opened as lightly as petals, and his eyes seemed to be filled with mist and intoxication. "A long time ago, a boy met a girl. For some reason, the boy couldn't forget the girl. From then on, he began to plant Phalaenopsis in silence.
Because the girl was wearing a beautiful Phalaenopsis hairpin on her head that day, he thought the girl must like this flower very much. He planted Phalaenopsis for 10 consecutive years. During these 10 years, the flowers bloomed and fell, and he could no longer remember what he planted.
How many Phalaenopsis orchids have he bought, but he will pick one of each one, dry the flowers and put them into glass bottles. In the past 10 years, he has stored more than 900 bottles of Phalaenopsis, and those clear glass bottles contain records
How many phalaenopsis he planted for that girl..."
Wang Aoshuang stayed there in surprise and envy, envious of the young man's affection and the girl's happiness.
She has also collected many flowers, but no man has ever personally planted her favorite flowers for her.