The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 136 144: I promise [3]

Looking at the people standing in a row in front of them, and uniformly dressed, Song Manxi stood up suddenly, and the sound of the chair being swung back was very ear-piercing.

Her eyes were narrowed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked puzzled. Those people were holding a bouquet of extremely bright roses, which were so delicate that they even had a trace of water droplets on them.

Song Manxi blinked, his eyes turned slightly, and he was about to go outside subconsciously. Maybe this was a well-prepared proposal scene, and it was not appropriate for him to stand in such a sensitive place.

At the same time, he also thought that the most urgent task was to send a message to Song Qianqian instead of paying attention to these insignificant things.

But when she was walking outside with her satchel and shoes, she was stopped by those people.

It seems to be the leader of these people: "Miss, please wait."

Song Manxi's footsteps paused slightly, she glanced back, then turned around and asked, "Are you calling me?"

The man walked in front of her with flowers and motioned to hand them to her, but Song Manxi didn't pick them up, but just stared blankly, as if trying to sort out his thoughts.

Because there was too much movement, more people gathered around here, Song Manxi was like a giant panda, being visited by them, countless pairs of eyes were on her body, this kind of attention made her feel very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, she wore sunglasses to hide her emotions.

"Yes, Miss Song, we are entrusted by someone else to send you flowers." The man nodded and explained.

Song Manxi was even more confused when she heard it, she stood up straight, and smiled softly: "You guys, are you sure you are not mistaken? These are all for me? But I have nothing to give me roses people."

"Yes, that person said it was Ms. Song Manxi. If you are, we are not mistaken. Our flower shop has seen your photo, and you are Miss Song Manxi, right?"

Song Manxi looked back full of doubts. There were at least a dozen of those people, and each of them held a huge bouquet of roses in their hands, and carefully packaged them. This must be a flower shop to say the least Here, the number of all roses is given.

Song Manxi didn't pick it up, but his complexion sank. The person who gave the flowers was also deadlocked and didn't go any further. Song Manxi thought for a while and asked, "Is that person called Mr. Le? Or, Is it Le Chengyu?"

Song Manxi looked towards the direction of the queue, at this moment, there was no sign of Le Chengyu, no wonder she said why he had been gone for so long, it turned out that all these moths came out.

The staff of the flower shop were stunned, their hearts trembled, and they suddenly felt that the girl's thoughts were so delicate, so they knew it, but Mr. Le repeatedly told her not to let her know, at this moment, she really felt that her job was in jeopardy.

"Hehe, Miss Song, Mr. Le, I just want to apologize to you. He said he was sorry for making you angry, but as long as you see these flowers, you will naturally know what he means."

Song Manxi's fingers holding the mobile phone paused slightly, roses, someone sent roses, how could she be so stupid that she didn't even know what he meant? Le Chengyu liked to tease her since she was a child, but this time she came back unexpectedly It's abnormal to help her so kindly and talk nonsense in front of her.

Although I don't know when this feeling started, Song Manxi has already noticed it, but he just doesn't want to break it out, and he is also afraid that he is thinking wildly and guessing Le Chengyu's heart.

However, no matter what, a person's heart can be very big, but her heart, even though it is scarred, can no longer accommodate another person.

　Arsenic: I went to a faraway place two days ago, and when I got home, I fell asleep and rested for a day. I am updating it now. If possible, I will update it today or the day after tomorrow. See if I have time. . .Compare heart. . .

　　
　
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