Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"You take a good rest, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Hearing that, Jiang Beiyuan drank the soup, his eyebrows flew diagonally, his eyes fell on her.

Her eyebrows were sparse and detached.

When I wanted to say something, the itchy throat came up, Jiang Beiyuan coughed twice, and then frowned and waved to signal Yannian to leave.

Yannian returned to the flower shop. There was a kitchen in the single room. Early the next morning, she boiled a few bowls of **** soup, put them in a vacuum medicine bag, and then sent the courier.

On the way back, I saw the door of my flower shop woofing, surrounded.

A stubborn woman, the same big and thick man blocked the door of her store.

A lot of people eating melons gathered around.

Yannian walked over, and when the other party saw Yannian, they winked at each other, and suddenly smashed a bunch of red roses in front of Yannian.

"The roses you bought in your store, what is it! The thorns were not cleaned up, and they stabbed me!"

"That's it!"

The man raised the woman's hand and reached out in front of Yannian to make gestures.

"Look at what my wife's slender hands are tied into? You have to pay 10,000, no, 20,000!"

The cost price of a bunch of flowers is only a few hundred yuan, which has doubled several times as soon as he opens his mouth.

Yannian didn't speak, just stared at the thorn in the woman's palm.

After a while, he faintly opened his mouth and stared at the woman, "Are you sure you bought the flowers in my shop?"

"Otherwise? Watching the big guy's face, you want to make a mistake! Come on, everyone will comment, my wife's hands are like this, this shop owner wants to fall back on the account, I'm afraid this shop is going to close down!"

The melon-eating people whispered and discussed.

Yannian pulled the corners of her mouth open, her clear eyes were somewhat cold.

"I'm really sorry, I don't have a good memory, when did you come to buy the flowers?"

"yesterday afternoon!"

"Oh~ Yesterday afternoon, the thorn in my hand was not dealt with?"

Yannian took the woman's hand and looked up and down, not knowing what she was thinking, but her eyes were not panicked.

The woman snorted, "Of course I have to keep the evidence, otherwise what if you don't admit it?"

"Then thank you for keeping this evidence."

Yannian laughed, like a flowery picture, Mingli clean and looking forward to brilliance, talking, looking at the man aside——

"Excuse me, take the unopened rose on the coffee table in my shop."

The man was puzzled, but he still did.

These roses are raw products that have not been pruned or plucked.

Yan Nian took out one of the delicate roses and placed it in front of the woman for comparison.

"The thorns of red roses are always hard and thick. If they are pierced and left untreated, even for three days and three nights, the thorns will not soften. As for you—"

After a pause and a turn of the conversation, she suddenly reached out and pulled out a thorn in the woman's palm. After hearing a scream like a pig, she smiled even more.

"This is not a red rose, but a cactus or a cactus."

"I--"

The woman dodged her eyes and gritted her teeth hard.

"I was wrong, isn't it? It's not a red rose, but a cactus bought in your house!"

"Oh~"

Yannian laughed.

"Sorry, eldest sister, we don't sell fairy series flowers in our store, but fairy dance, I saw it today."

As soon as Yannian's words fell, the crowds around him couldn't stand it anymore.

"I often buy flowers in this shop. The owner of this shop is very nice. He treats the thorns cleanly every time. You are not good enough to touch porcelain!"

"That's it, I can't tell the thorns of the cactus and the rose, and I still yell at shame, even if I don't buy flowers in this store, I can't stand it!"

"Cut! I want you to take care of it?!"

The woman turned into anger, raised her eyes and glanced around, her eyes turned to Yannian again.

"You **** woman, wait for me!"

Yannian has already raised her phone: "Don't go anymore, the police are waiting for you."