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Chapter 74 Red Rose

Ling Ling stays up all night: 【You still want a girl?Do you deserve it? 】

The other party took a screenshot of his friend circle. Xing Jianshu rolled his eyes in anger and typed on the keyboard angrily: [Ah, yes, yes! 】

Ling Ling stayed up tonight and ignored his anger: [I ordered milk tea for you and sent it to Bo Feng. If you get Song Yanqing's glory, shut up. 】

【…】

What day is it today? !
[I'm so sorry, someone invited us to drink coffee just now, I'm afraid you won't be able to use your milk tea, she is gentle, beautiful and generous! 】

[Throw it away, drink mine! 】The other party's commanding tone was disdainful and unconcerned.

[Stop playing aggressive tactics, show me how to look after him, not everyone who is dubious can invite him. 】

No, what's the relationship between us?I'll show you him.

Xing Jianshu turned his head and looked through the glass window at the man standing on the balcony smoking.

He gritted his teeth and raised his middle finger!

You are noble, you are amazing, you can treat girls like your best friend.

The coffee and milk tea arrived almost at the same time, and my colleagues were very surprised. They worked all day, and now they are very tired. They finally had drinks to renew their lives. Everyone relaxed and gathered together to share the drinks.

"Okay, Jianshu is generous today!"

Telling who invited me will scare you to death.

Song Yanqing came back from smoking, his body was covered with the chill of the night, his white shirt was tall and straight, a little tired, he glanced at the coffee and milk tea piled up on the counter, he didn't care, and returned to his seat.

"Boss, do you drink milk tea or coffee?"

"Coffee." He took it without looking up, took a sip while looking at his notebook, and put it down again: "Who bought it."

"Me!" Classmate Xing Jianshu raised his paw.

"Is the coffee shop downstairs bankrupt?" Song Yanqing asked.

"No, no."

"That means it has closed down." Song Yanqing said sharply, "Even the taste has become so amazing."

"There is a newly opened coffee shop 300 meters downstairs. It's a big deal. I don't want to change to another one!"

"The taste of milk is too strong, I'm not used to drinking it." Song Yanqing took a sip and didn't touch it again.

"Then you drink milk tea!" Xing Jianshu pushed it to him.

"It's all saccharin, take it away." Song Yanqing frowned and resisted.

My colleague couldn't help laughing: "The boss is very picky. If he doesn't drink, I will drink!"

At this moment, a courier brother came up upstairs from the company, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his arms, and said loudly, "Who is Song Yanqing? Please sign for your courier."

Xing Jianshu pointed at the person: "He."

Song Yan took a glance and changed his name on the spot: "I'm not."

Song Yanqing's refusal was invalid, so the courier brother didn't care about it, and forced the rose into his arms.

Pairs of eyes stared at him.

The delicate red roses are delicately wrapped in white wrapping paper. Each bright red petal is absolutely gorgeous and fragrant, with a delicate little card written on it, exuding a faint floral fragrance.

[to: The second cup of milk tea is half price, no thanks, good night, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Love you Yi. ]
In the quiet city center at night, high-rise buildings tower into the clouds. The man next to the window has two buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned, holding a handful of red roses in his arms, looking down at the card. It is a picture with strong color impact. He is unruly and unruly, and his temperament is too noble to be blasphemed.

A frigid style that is both profound and dissolute.

"Did she order all of these?" Song Yanqing asked after reading the card, his eyes glancing at Xing Jianshu.

(End of this chapter)