When she got in the car, she was still feeling very weak.

This secret feeling in the presidential palace will drive her crazy sooner or later.

Not long after, Song Qingrui sent a WeChat message: Miss you...

That WeChat message was so hot that Lin Fanyue almost threw her phone away. It was so terrible.

Not long after arriving at the company, an assistant brought her a bouquet of flowers and said, "Manager Lin, someone gave you a bouquet of flowers."

Lin Fanyue put down the test tube in her hand, took off her gloves, and held up the flowers wrapped in pink paper. There were no fixed flowers inside. There were hydrangeas, platycodon, tulips and other beautiful flowers mixed together. They were very beautiful.

Very fragrant too.

There was a small card on it. She opened it and read: I miss you, my little princess...

It's so sweet that I can't seem to think of anyone else except a certain person.

She picked up her mobile phone and took a photo of the flowers and sent it to Song Qingrui: [Did you send them as a gift?]

Song Qingrui: [Do you like it, my little princess.]

Lin Fanyue:【Like.】

Then he sent a blowing kiss emoticon.

She put the flowers into the vase herself.

Colleagues said with envy: "Wow, these flowers are so beautiful. They must have been given by your boyfriend."

"Manager Lin, when will your boyfriend invite us to dinner?"

Lin Fanyue's fingers froze slightly, feeling a little guilty.

Colleagues in the laboratory have met Song Qingrui, but no one knows his identity. If they invite him to dinner or ask about his work, they might be exposed. "I may have a chance in the future. He is very busy at work now."

"That's true. It seems that I haven't seen him come to pick you up recently. Speaking of which, Manager Lin, what does your boyfriend do?"

"Just... ordinary white-collar workers. I hope everyone will keep it a secret. We are just in love at the moment."

"I understand, you are still young, there is no need to rush into another marriage."

These colleagues all studied abroad and were open-minded. No one urged women to get married early.

"Manager Lin, someone has sent you flowers again." The assistant who had just left not long ago came back again, this time holding a large bouquet of pink roses in his hand.

"Wow, Manager Lin, you are very charming recently." Colleagues joked.

Lin Fanyue forced a smile. After she took the flowers, she saw the card above which read: If there is a time machine in this world, I will definitely go back to the past and cherish the past you.

A diaphragm should well up from the bottom of my heart.

She returned the flowers to the assistant without hesitation, "Take them out and throw them away for me."

The assistant was stunned and said hesitantly: "It would be a pity to throw away such beautiful flowers. Can I use them outside to decorate the office?"

"It's up to you."

Lin Fanyue didn't insist. The person who gave the flowers was annoying, but it had nothing to do with the flowers. As long as they didn't disgust her in front of her, that was fine.

In the next few days, Song Rongshi had people send flowers every day.

Lin Fanyue really didn't want to talk to him, and wasn't even interested in calling him to scold him.

...

However, during the meeting on Wednesday, Jiang Qingxin announced at the meeting: "Ou Lansheng has agreed to our acquisition, and the contract will be signed this Friday."


Chapter completed!