"These days, being handsome is more annoying than being ugly. What a world!" Cheng Haochen was very dissatisfied, but helpless. He sighed, "Being handsome is also a sin!"
But he stared at her disapproving face and cursed in his heart, one day, I will let you be a part of the women's riot!
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In the morning, not long after I got to work.
A stranger's voice rang out from the office, "Who is Miss Yu Keqing?"
"I am."
A visitor came over with a bouquet of flowers and said, "Miss Yu, these are your flowers."
Yu Keqing took the flower in confusion.
This is a bouquet of calla lilies. The flowers are as pure and bright as snow, and the delicate petals are covered with crystal water droplets, making them look fresher and more pure. The bouquet is surrounded by layers of gorgeous gauze, shining with colors.
The light of the calla lily sets off the nobility and elegance.
There was an exquisite card sandwiched in the middle of the bustling bouquet. Yu Keqing opened the card, and there was only one sentence written on it: As pure and beautiful as you, I hope you like it. The handwriting was chic and powerful, but there was no signature.
Who gave this? Could it be a certain male colleague in the office?
Yu Keqing glanced at the male colleagues around her. When they saw her collecting flowers, everyone blinked and looked at her with their brows furrowed. It didn't seem like them.
Could it be Cheng Haochen? No way! These playboys have stopped using this trick a long time ago.
Who could that be?...Could it be Zhou Qi?
Ever since she arrived, he had often found every excuse to get close to her, like a fly stuck in honey that he couldn't get rid of even if he tried.
However, Zhou Qi's expression at this time seemed to be a bit more lonely than the others.
Yu Keqing held her temples, thinking about it over and over again, but had no clue.
The next morning, Yu Keqing received another bouquet of flowers.
This bouquet is a bouquet of champagne roses. Dots of crushed love grass are spread in a thick circle, like grains of light blue light, dotted with the delicate petals of the roses.
A large bundle of champagne roses is clustered in the middle of the lover's grass. There are countless branches. Each one is plump and ready to bloom, like a shy girl, half-hiding her face with her lute.
There is also a sentence written on the card: Your smile is like a rose, elegant, but makes people nostalgic. But there is no signature.
She secretly looked around at her male colleagues for another week, with the same expression as yesterday, but with a little more disappointment on her face.