Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Don't like roses, or don't like people

"Mr. Shen, wait a minute!" Shen Yu passed by the front desk and was stopped by Miao Miao.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a surprise..." said, blinked, turned around and took out a bouquet of red roses from the counter.

Shen Wei raised her eyebrows, "Whose?"

"you."

"Could it be me?" Miao Miao still has this bit of self-knowledge, since she was a child, she never received a single dogtail, let alone a red rose.

So at this moment, her eyes are full of envy, and she can't help but imagine when she will become thinner and more beautiful, and someone will chase her?

Well…

I guess it will have to wait for the next life.

Red roses in full bloom, with water droplets on the petals, against the green stems, beautiful and charming.

"I counted them, and there are 21 in total. The flower language is 'sincere love'. Mr. Shen, someone confessed to you from afar!"

Shen Wei frowned, took the flowers, but found the card after searching twice: "Who sent it?"

"Brother in the flower shop. I was struggling with how to get the flowers into the office in a low-key way, but you came out by yourself, just right!"

"Didn't you leave the flower sender's name?"

Miao Miao shook her head, "I thought you knew it in your heart, so you didn't ask any more questions."

Emotions are all hazy on the surface, but bright on the inside? Could it be that Mr. Shen has too many suitors, and he can't figure out which one is which? The more Miao Miao thought about it, the more she felt that she was right, she was really starving to death, starving to death.

Shen Yu didn't dwell on it for too long, and vaguely had an answer in his heart. He put the flowers on the counter and told Miao Miao: "Find a bottle and put it in the front desk as a decoration."

"..." What? !

"Of course, you can take it home if you like."

"No...the flowers are pretty, do you really want them?"

Shen Wei shook her head: "No."

Miao Miao silently shed tears of sympathy for the flower-giver. King Xiang has a dream, and the goddess has no heart. It's so pitiful.

Just as the elevator arrived, Shen Yu strode away.

Miao Miao chased after her: "You should take one anyway. Putting it in the car not only looks good, but also smells good." As she said, before the elevator door was closed, she stuffed one into Shen Yu's arms.

Getting into the car and sitting down, Shen Yu casually put Rose on the passenger seat, started the engine and drove towards Mingda headquarters.

Halfway through, the phone rang, and it answered automatically in driving mode.

"Who is it?" Shen Wei didn't look at it, and didn't know who it was.

"Wow! You didn't save my phone number?" He Huai's clown.

"I'm driving."

"That's not important, the important thing is that you actually asked me who, I'm so mad..." It is conceivable that he must be jumping on the spot right now.

Shen Wei explained helplessly: "Because I was driving, I didn't see the call reminder, understand?"

"I don't care, I'm injured, very serious internal injuries."

"Don't make trouble."

Two words, with a light and smiling tone, full of pampering in helplessness... Uh, well, He Huai admits that he has overdone his brain, but it really sounds good, and instantly hit his thumping little heart, Get into crime!

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuu..." He called her several times in a row, each time becoming more intimate and lingering, "What should I do, I seem to..." I like you more and more.

"Huh? I didn't hear clearly, what is it like?"

"Cough! It's nothing... Did you receive the flowers I sent? Do you like it?"

There is no discrepancy between Shen Yu's guess and it really is the handwriting of this dandy young master, "I received it, don't give it away again in the future."

"Why? You don't like red roses? Or," he paused for a moment, said quietly, "Don't like the person who gave you roses?"