Looking at the hundred red roses sent by the flower shop, each of which was bright and full, without petals or water droplets, President Qin finally felt better.

Finally, I got rid of the shadow of the broken rose last night.

He threw the rose to Wang Jiamu casually and said, "Send it to the second lady."

Wang Jiamu, “…”

Give roses to the second lady?

Should he remind his president that roses are given to his lover...

However, thinking of the miserable situation of Secretary Zhang running to the construction site with his high heels and an umbrella, he shut up very carefully.

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

Qin Junwu had just finished class and received a strange call.

"Hello, Miss Qin, I am Mr. Qin's assistant Wang Jiamu. Mr. Qin has something for me to bring to you. Are you free now?"

Help Wu raise her eyebrows and Qin Jingcheng send her something?

What to give away? Can you pass on the ancestral treasure? What kind of treasure can be passed on to the family line?

"When you have time, I'll be in front of a teaching building, come here."

I saw a calm man in a suit coming from afar, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hand.

Qin Junwu thought of the picture she posted last night and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Could it be that the man couldn't stand the obsessive-compulsive disorder and bought a bouquet of perfect roses to comfort his incomplete heart?

Wang Jiamu walked to Qin Wu's side, and when he saw the charming girl in front of him, a stunning look flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Second Miss, this is what President Qin asked me to send."

Qin Junwu took it, and she dared to bet that it was definitely an even number.

"How many?"

"One hundred."

She raised her eyebrows, "Whoever gives a hundred roses, usually ninety-nine."

As he said that, he pulled out one from the middle, "Take it back for me, remember to deliver it to my brother in person, oh, it's a bit broken."

So, her fair and slender fingers clamped up a petal and picked it gently, and she was very satisfied.

For some reason, Wang Jiamu suddenly shivered when he looked at the smile on her face.

Although he didn't know where this chill came from.

It is obvious that everything is normal, but it is abnormal everywhere.

When he walked into the president's office with a rose that had a petal missing and saw the president's increasingly dark face, he finally knew that the problem was the rose.

"Secretary Zhang can't handle it on the construction site. You can go and help, and you will be responsible for this month."

Wang Jiamu, “…”

I screamed crazy inside, boss, I did something wrong, you should treat me like this!!!

At the School of Arts, Qin Junwu imagined Qin Jingcheng's crazy look and was in a very beautiful mood.

Even the hair lifting action is particularly attractive.

Tang Jianing was a little puzzled, "Yuan, how did your brother give you roses?"

Thinking of the lofty man, Tang Jianing's heart beat, which was a reaction that women in the imperial capital would have.

The most expensive golden bachelor in the entire imperial capital, the husband that all women dream of.

Qin Wu pulled out one, broke the branch, and then inserted it between her hair.

The white porcelain skin and the fiery red roses are enthusiastic and ostentatious.

He bounced the edge of the packaging, "Who knows, he might not be fucked."

The two were walking back when they met Qu Fan and Xia Nuanzi coming out of the teaching building.

Qu Fan glanced at the rose in her hand and passed by her expressionlessly.

Qin Wu pretended not to see it and took Tang Jianing to have a meal.

She had no interest in Qu Fan, and as long as the other party didn't mess with her, everyone would be fine.
Chapter completed!