I was kissed and cried after dumping my online boyfriend

Chapter 203
Tang Ruan was out of state for several days because of the depressed sentence I'm going to chase you, and he sat in the studio in a daze.

Song Qingjiu was busy handling things for the new artists she had brought, and the phone calls kept coming. The scale of the studio is not to mention very large, at least it has signed a few artists, and with Tang Ruan around, the development is not bad .

Because of Tang Ruan's presence, the other two artists called Sister Tang Ruan very politely, and then obediently sat on the side, sitting very upright, trying to leave the best impression on Sister Tang Ruan.

No, Song Qingjiu turned around after making the phone call and saw this scene, he froze for a few seconds: "You... are you practicing sitting posture?"

How come I don’t see it so I’m conscious of it.

After asking, he looked at Tang Ruan, who was on the side, and was immediately discouraged: "I said, ancestor, are you too busy recently? Why do you run to the studio every day?"

Tang Ruan sat there lazily, flicking his cell phone, and innocently said, "I'm bored at home by myself."

Song Qingjiu: "..."

Listen, is this something that humans can say?

If you're bored, just come to the studio and sit there. She thought she had something to do.

"That's fine, since you're bored, you can teach them the skills of acting, and I'll save money on hiring a teacher." Sitting there was just sitting idle, Song Qingjiu simply pulled someone over to use as a labor force.

Tang Ruan's acting skills are obvious to all insiders, and it is more than enough to teach two newcomers skills.

Tang Ruan: "..." Turning around, she saw two children staring at her with bright eyes.

She had no choice but to hold her forehead, okay, anyway, idle is idle, so I will teach you.

Tang Ruan first asked them about their weak understanding of those parts and what they didn't understand, and then explained to them, and even taught them while thinking about other things.

After talking for a while, let them comprehend what she said by themselves. As for herself, she was still lazily leaning on the chair, still holding the pen used to write and draw just now, circling on her finger .

I couldn't help thinking of depression again, clicked my tongue, and said chasing people, is that how you chase?

There has been no movement for a few days, chasing people at his speed, the day lily has long been cold.

Feeling a little bored after sitting for a while, Tang Ruan was about to leave. At this moment, a staff member came up with a bouquet of flowers.

Shouting: "Sister Ruan Ruan, I have your flowers."

Because the address of the studio can be found on the Internet, flowers are often received in the studio, and everyone is not surprised.

Some were given by people who wanted to chase after Tang Ruan, and some were given by fans anonymously, but Tang Ruan generally didn't want these flowers, and kept them in the studio, or were divided away by other girls in the studio.

There are two bunches of flowers in total, one of which is very big, it is a blue enchantress, and the person who bought it is very rich.

The other bouquet, regardless of the variety or size of the flower, looked a bit unsightly in front of it.

But it wins in that it is smaller and more exquisite.

It was a bouquet of red roses, wrapped very well, the buds were in full bloom, and the red was hot, which was Tang Ruan's favorite look.

Because the bouquet of blue bewitching girls was too big to fit on the table, it was placed on the ground, and the red roses were placed on the table.

Tang Ruan looked at the flowers on the side, reached out to touch the petals, and asked casually, "Who gave it to you?"

"I don't know, but there should be a card on it, Sister Ruan Ruan, you can read it yourself."

Hearing this, Tang Ruan looked for it, and sure enough, she saw the card. Tang Ruan put it down without looking twice, and turned her attention to the red rose on the table, which also contained a card.

Tang Ruan stretched out his hand, and when he saw the content above, his fingers stopped suddenly.

"Ah, flowers, it's just right, we have some for styling, so we don't need to buy them." Song Qingjiu saw the two bunches of flowers as soon as he came back.

"It's still the blue enchantress and the red rose, but the blue enchantress is not as good as the red rose." Song Qingjiu compared after looking at it.

"Xiao Zhou, carry the flowers over there." Song Qingjiu called to the girl beside him, not thinking there was any problem with this at all, after all, it was always like this.

"Oh, good." The girl replied.

After moving the blue enchantress, she was about to move the bouquet of red roses, but at this moment, a hand stretched out.

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Being stared at by Song Qingjiu and other staff, Tang Ruan coughed a little unnaturally.

Holding the bouquet of red roses in her arms, she felt a little hot.

"Well, I want to take some back to use in the bath." She explained, if her eyes were not so guilty.

The studio received flowers too many times, and Tang Ruan never cared about them, let alone brought them home, so it was even more abrupt and shocking to suddenly say that she wanted to use them.

Song Qingjiu glanced at her up and down, with deep suspicion in his eyes: "Really? Could it be that the flower sender..."

"No." Tang Ruan's denial was quick and decisive.

Song Qingjiu: "Okay, you can take it away."

The bunch of flowers was finally carried home by Tang Ruan.

The card was still lying there quietly, the words on it were very beautiful, the strokes were calm and sharp, just like his person.

A line of words jumped out on the paper: I heard that chasing someone starts with a bouquet of flowers—depressed.

Tang Ruan was sitting in the living room, staring at the bouquet of flowers on the table, her eyes wide open, why did she hug the flowers back in a sudden brainstorm.

Just then, the phone screen lit up.

SY: 【Teacher Tang, have you received the flowers yet?Like it? 】

Tang Ruan looked dazed and didn't return.

SY: [I don't know which building you live in, so I sent it directly to the studio. 】

Tang Ruan still didn't return.

SY: [If you don't like it, I can change it to another type of flower next time. 】

Tang Ruan held the phone, gritted his teeth, and pressed his fingers on the screen: "I haven't received it, I don't like it, don't give it away."

Refused to triple.

The depressed person in the office on the other side looked at the reply on the WeChat page, with a relaxed look on his brows and eyes.

The assistant came in and saw this scene, and paused: That's it, his boss laughed again, these days are getting more and more mysterious every day.

But when the boss is in a good mood, their life will be fine. He really hopes that the boss can be in a good mood every day.

If you let him know who can make his boss feel so good all the time, he can directly confess the person.

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For the next few days, the studio could receive flowers every day, and the most important thing was that they did not bring duplicates every day. The people in the studio were numb to receiving flowers.

Because Tang Ruan took a bouquet of flowers that day, they didn't deal with it without authorization when they received it again.

"Sister Qing, do you want to send it to Sister Ruan Ruan?"

Song Qingjiu looked at the flower in front of him expressionlessly: "Send it," then tilted his head and asked, "Ningning, aren't you going to look for her?"

Su Ningning nodded: "That's right." She also wanted to bring a meal for Sister Ruan Ruan.

"Tell her when you send it over, let her tell the person who gave the flower, and then send it to the studio, and the flower will never be in her hands again." Song Qingjiu gritted her teeth, she has had enough of this dog food!

(End of this chapter)