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When receiving Ouyang Mingmei's reply, Lin Muhua was stunned for a moment: "Gift? What gift?"

Han Tong stuffed the hot kumquat pomelo in his hand into Lin Muhua's hand: "What are you talking to yourself, my dear?"

"Look, I sent Mingmei a text message to wish her a happy Christmas Eve, but she replied with such a strange text message." Lin Muhua held up his cell phone to Han Tong: "It seems that I didn't give her any gifts."

Han Tong looked at the phone in Lin Muhua's hand clearly, then smiled and said, "You didn't give her a gift, it doesn't mean that others didn't give it."

"Others..." Lin Muhua thought for a long time in confusion and suddenly realized: "I understand! Yes..."

Han Tong hurriedly said, "It's good to know. Since some people have not stated their identities, then don't talk too much."

"That's right." Lin Muhua nodded.

In this case, the person involved must break the window paper by himself.

Lin Muhua and Han Tong looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, Han Tong felt a little complicated in his heart.

Ling Xiangnan, Ling Xiangnan, you are still so shy and restrained. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate?

At this time, Ling Xiangnan had actually appeared in the hall of the Shixiang Pavilion with a smile on his face.

"Hello Mr. Ling, are you having a meal or looking for General Manager Ouyang?" Because Ling Xiangnan often comes to eat and help Ouyang Mingmei fulfill her promise to keep him alive for the rest of her life, the front desk service staff is no longer unfamiliar with Ling Xiangnan. When he sees him in, he greets him with a smile.

"Well, I'll have a meal and I'll find your general manager by the way." Ling Xiangnan smiled on his face.

"If you eat, you will probably have to wait in line now." The waiter pointed to the already lively crowd in the waiting area, and then pointed to the office on the first floor: "If you look for the general manager, she is in the office now."

"Thank you." Ling Xiangnan smiled slightly and walked straight into the office on the first floor.

As usual, when Ling Xiangnan came in today, he did not knock on the door, but pushed it open directly and saw Ouyang Mingmei disassembly the wrapping paper of the bouquet layer by layer.

I should be very happy to see these flowers.

Ling Xiangnan suddenly felt a little proud and said deliberately: "The flowers are so beautiful."

Ouyang Mingmei looked up and saw that it was Ling Xiangnan, and smiled: "Yeah, it's beautiful, and the taste is very fragrant. I just chose the wrong type of flowers."

"Why were you wrong?" Ling Xiangnan's face was full of surprise.

Does Ouyang Mingmei think that there should be no relationship between her and him?

"Of course I'm wrong. Lin Muhua is really right. You said that we won't give you some carnations between us, forget me, lilies, or something, what roses should we give..." Ouyang Mingmei said while folding the unwritten wrapping paper aside, then cut off the excess leaves and branches of the rose with scissors.

Ling Xiangnan hung a circle of black lines on his head: "You mean, was this flower given by Lin Muhua?"

"Yeah." Ouyang Mingmei nodded and looked at Ling Xiangnan and laughed: "It's a bit funny to send roses between two women..."

"Yes, it's very funny..." Ling Xiangnan suddenly became a frost-beating eggplant, and his whole body became wilted.

What is this?

It was him, Ling Xiangnan, who carefully prepared Christmas Eve gifts, and he still failed the handmade chocolate that he finally made after ten times. He also wanted to send them here first. While Ouyang Mingmei was constantly guessing who was the creator of romanticism, he jumped out and gave her a big surprise...

However, the current situation is obviously inconsistent with the original plan. Why is it considered to be given to Lin Muhua?

Do you have to sew wedding clothes for others as the result of your hard work in Baal?

And why would he think that this stupid woman Ouyang Mingmei was given to her by Lin Muhua?

The initiator is clearly standing in front of you...

Ling Xiangnan suddenly felt even more aggrieved than Dou E.

"But no matter how you look at this, it doesn't look like a gift that friends should give you. Maybe it wasn't given by Lin Muhua?" Ling Xiangnan raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively.

"Impossible?" Now it was Ouyang Mingmei's turn to be surprised.

When he first received the gift, he received a text message from Lin Muhua. He replied to the thank-you message, but Lin Muhua did not defend himself. This should be what Lin Muhua gave him.

"How is it impossible? Think about it, just like what you said just now, it is a bit strange to send roses between friends..." Ling Xiangnan raised his eyebrows: "This flower must be given by a man."

Moreover, it was given by the man in front of you.

Ling Xiangnan waited for Ouyang Mingmei to associate with him.

Ouyang Mingmei paused in her hand, put down the small scissors in her hand, looked at the light salt water that had been poured into the transparent glass vase, and pursed her lips and thought.

Ling Xiangnan’s words are not without reason. This flower may have been given by someone else.

But then again, is it necessary to know so detailed who gave this flower?

Anyway, it is a pleasure to receive the blessing gift on Christmas Eve. Since the other party has not revealed his identity, why should I be careful and insist on asking the bottom line who it is?

After thinking about this, Ouyang Mingmei felt relieved immediately. She put the pruned rose branches one by one in the vase and put them in: "It doesn't matter who gave it to you. Anyway, it's the one I gave it to you, so I'll just take it away. Just have flowers to see."

Ling Xiangnan was depressed again: "Why doesn't it matter? When I received roses on Christmas Eve, maybe the other party was expressing my love for you?"

"Don't bother him!" Ouyang Mingmei looked at Ling Xiangnan and said seriously: "Since he did not reveal his identity, it means that this person is either just a joke or a ungrateful person, and he dare not even reveal his identity. No matter which kind of person he is, I don't think it's good."

this……

Ling Xiangnan suddenly wanted to cry.

Then he explained that he gave the gift, which probably proved Ouyang Mingmei's words, "Isn't it responsible?"

At that time, maybe Ouyang Mingmei will definitely think that he is a ungrateful man who was forced to admit to the end, so it would be better not to admit it.

A Christmas Eve surprise turned into a thriller.

Ling Xiangnan was so depressed that he wanted to slap himself twice.

Ouyang Mingmei here had no idea about Ling Xiangnan's unpredictable psychological activities. After inserting the flowers, she placed them on the desk, then took out the box of handmade chocolate and opened it: "Here, do you want to eat it?"

Ling Xiangnan thought about it and took out one: "Then I'm welcome."

Anyway, the chocolate I gave me was given away, and I could take one of it from Ouyang Mingmei and eat it, so I would just treat it as her return gift.

Ouyang Mingmei took one and put it in her mouth. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!