The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 2489 Ideal Boyfriend

The inscription is --- "Hanyang"

Shen Hanyang?
One day, he was seriously injured and was still lying in the hospital, so he sent flowers to comfort her.

It is impossible not to be moved.

As soon as his nose became sour, a mist filled Mo Xiaobai's eyes.

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Xiaobai picked up 99 red roses and walked back to his work station.

Roses are so heavy, just like Shen Hanyang's heavy heart.

His thoughts are so delicate, gentle and considerate, and he always surprises her.

Putting the bouquet on the filing cabinet, she called Shen Hanyang: "I have received the flowers, thank you!"

"Do you like it?" Shen Hanyang said with a smile, and a gentle expression appeared in Mo Xiaobai's mind.

"I like it very much, thank you!"

Tears dripped down, silently hitting the back of the hand, and quickly fainted.

"Come here as soon as you get off work at noon. My mother is not in the hospital at noon. Come and have dinner with me." Although Shen Hanyang is in the hospital, he is not idle. There is a lot of work waiting for him. Mo Xiaobai can even hear the paper The sound of flipping.

"Okay, I'll go there after get off work. I'll buy what you want to eat."

"You don't need to buy it, just come here."

"Okay, see you at noon."

"See you at noon."

Reluctantly hung up the phone.

Shen Hanyang put down his phone, turned his head, and saw his secretary Qiao Hui looking at him intently, and curled his lips: "Wait another 10 minutes, and I'll finish watching it soon."

"It's okay, take your time and don't worry." Shen Hanyang's charming smile lit up Qiao Hui's eyes, she blushed and lowered her head.

"Yeah!" Shen Hanyang rubbed his sore eyes, and his eyes returned to the document in his hand.

Qiao Hui slowly raised her head, staring obsessively at Shen Hanyang's side face, and unconsciously traced his handsome and three-dimensional outline on her knees with her fingers.

Ever since she was pushed away by Meng Zhanyang that night, Qin Siying hadn't contacted Meng Zhanyang, she was waiting, waiting for Meng Zhanyang to contact her.

But I waited and waited, but I didn't even get a call.

After all, Qin Siying still couldn't hold her breath, so she stewed bird's nest and sent it to Meng Zhanyang's office early in the morning.

"Ms. Qin, good morning!" Seeing Qin Siying, Mo Xiaobai would always feel guilty and dare not look her directly in the eyes.

"Secretary Mo, good morning!" Qin Siying asked symbolically, "Can I go in?"

"Of course, please come in!"

"Thank you!" Qin Siying smiled sweetly and nodded at Mo Xiaobai.

When he opened the door, he saw Meng Zhanyang working at his desk with the documents piled up more than a foot high.

"Honey, I'm here to see you again." Qin Siying seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of that night, and flew over like a butterfly, spreading her white arms around his neck.

Meng Zhanyang put down his pen and looked at her: "What delicious food can you bring me today?"

"Bird's Nest, do you like it?" Withdrawing her hand from Meng Zhanyang's palm, Qin Siying opened the bag, took out a sterling silver thermos cup carved with dragon patterns, and put it on the table: "The cup is also for you."

"I like it, thank you. The cup is very beautiful. I believe the bird's nest will be delicious!" Holding the cup in his hand, Meng Zhanyang was not too happy.

"I specially asked a silversmith to hand-craft the cup for you. Look, your name is on it—Yang." Qin Siying pointed at the bottom of the silver cup.

"Hehe, very delicate!"

A faint smile, a light tone.

Even the look in Qin Siying's eyes was indifferent.

Unscrewing the lid, the fragrance of bird's nest rushed into the nostrils. Bird's nest is Qin Siying's favorite, but not Meng Zhanyang's.

(End of this chapter)