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Chapter 650 99999 roses

"Which gentleman?"

However, before the little boy answered, he smiled and ran away.

Su Qianci lowered her eyes and looked at the calla lily in her hand, smiled slightly, and shouted: "Mr. Lu, stop playing, I know it's you!"

However, light footsteps soon came in front of me. This time it was a girl, "The flower language of forget-me-not is eternal love."

Su Qianci took it, and the girl ran away quickly. After a while, another girl came and handed her a purple tulip.

"Purple Tulips are the endless love that Mr. has for you."

After leaving, someone always came over and handed her a beautiful fresh flower.

"The white lotus represents the sincere heart of the gentleman and the purest and purest faith."

"The honeysuckle flower language is 'I want to give you all the best of me'."

"The Platycodon Flower represents the most loyal and sincere love for you."

"Lavender represents gratitude and protection."

"99 lilies are willing to be together for a long time and a happy marriage for a hundred years."

...

This is the day when Su Qianci has heard the most flower languages. The more he receives their flowers, the more he feels feeling guilty.

Su Qianci looked at the handful of flowers in her hand and felt even more guilty towards Lu Yihan.

Today she asked Lu Yihan to come out because she wanted to tell him to go back on his word.

But……

Why did Lu Yihan do these things?

How did she speak next?

More and more people were watching around. Everyone thought Su Qianci would look happy, but after seeing her expression, they all looked at each other.

Someone picked up his cell phone and started taking a video. Suddenly, there were screams of exclamations around him.

I saw a beautiful bicycle riding in opposite the place where Su Qianci stood.

The bicycle body was transparent, and riders carried a full basket of red roses into the square.

Each basket is full of fresh and beautiful, and the faint fragrance quickly floats away.

The bicycle rider stopped beside Su Qianci, and bicycles quickly stopped around the edge of the square.

Five, ten, fifteen... The number of rider bicycles is increasing, and baskets of fiery red roses are transported to the center of the main square.

Each flower is bright red and fresh and energetic.

There was a burst of exclamation around, shocking:

"Awesome Word, so many roses, can they be 9999?"

"You are stupid, how could it be possible? It must be more than that! There are at least 999 flowers in each basket. Damn, it's not over yet? How many are there?"

"It's so rich to shoot videos on Weibo!"

...

Su Qianci was shocked to see the riders who kept entering, and the number was increasing.

Those full flower baskets were placed in the center of the square, and bicycles came out one after another. In a short while, dozens of flower baskets were placed.

Someone behind was counting and shouting: "88,89,90...97,98,99,100!"

After losing the last number, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "It's finally over! Oh my God, this is the first time in my life that I have seen so many so many flowers!"

"Qianqian." Lu Yihan's voice came from behind Su Qianci.

When Su Qianci heard this sound, her back stiffened.
Chapter completed!
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