I walked behind the door and asked defensively. The person who came answered that Mr. Wen had asked me to deliver lunch.
Mu Wanqing opened the door carefully and found that it was indeed Wen Zhan's bodyguard.
"Madam, this is lunch. Mr. Wen has asked you to stay here temporarily, and he will come to pick you up in person when he is done." The young man conveyed the boss's instructions respectfully and politely, and handed in the lunch from the high-end restaurant.
"Okay, thank you." Mu Wanqing took it with a smile and closed the door.
She was indeed hungry, but she didn't give in to her body and went inside to sit down to eat.
Wen Zhan called again, but she didn't answer.
Three times in a row, she hung up immediately.
WeChat rang, and Mr. Wen sent a voice message: "What's wrong? Why did you hang up on me?"
Mu Wanqing didn't reply after listening to the voice message.
Young Master Wen San, who was busy in the office, was confused when he saw the information that had been lost in the sea.
He obviously passed by and took lunch, so why did he ignore him?
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered the telescope set up on the balcony of the living room, and he suddenly realized!
Damn it, that little woman must have thought of herself as a voyeur or a pervert!
Suddenly, he no longer had the intention to work, but during this period, he had several new projects launched and was very busy. He could only speed up the pace and hope to finish the work and leave soon.
At four o'clock in the evening, he took his car keys and left the company.
On the way, I kept thinking about how to explain when I got back and how to make her happy.
Gu Xinchen called, also asking about Mu Wanqing's matter, and wanted to know if Mu Wanqing would recognize her biological mother.
Therefore, the mind of gossip does not distinguish between men and women.
Wen Zhan didn't answer, but instead asked him for advice, "Tell me, how can you comfort a woman when she's angry?"
Gu Xinchen was stunned when he heard this, "What do you mean? Are you trying to coax Mu Wanqing?"
"That's not the case? Are you coaxing me? You are not a woman either."
"..." Gu Xinchen felt sour in his heart.
The more romantic the love between a good brother is, the more miserable he becomes alone.
"Give me a package, doesn't it mean it can cure all diseases?" Mr. Gu made the move very neatly.
Wen Zhan drove the car with a slightly suspicious look on his face: "Have you ever coaxed Kejun like this before?"
"Yes, the bags at home are comparable to flagship stores."
Wen Zhan thought this plan was feasible, so he called Secretary Li.
Because he doesn't know much about luxury bags.
But what he thought was a simple matter was poured cold water on by Secretary Li.
"Mr. Wen, truly expensive luxury bags need to be booked in advance and shipped before you can get them. You suddenly asked me to get a limited edition luxury bag. I really have no choice." Secretary Li be honest.
Wen Zhan frowned, "Isn't it okay to pay double the money?"
"It's not about money, it's about the lack of stock."
"..."
Seeing that the boss was silent, Secretary Li asked quietly: "Mr. Wen is buying a bag, are you giving it to your wife?"
"Yeah." The man rarely choked and responded depressedly, "I may have offended her again, so ignore me."
Secretary Li smiled knowingly, "Madam is soft-hearted and easy to coax. As for the bag, I will order it right away. When the goods are available, you can give it to Madam. As for today...either you order a bouquet of flowers to give to Madam first, and then say a few words sweet Nothing?"
sweet Nothing……
Wen Zhan got goosebumps, remembering that before they were divorced, he had accepted Secretary Li's suggestion and sent her a bouquet of tulips, but no one even looked at it.
Send it again today?
Wen Zhan felt hypocritical when he thought about the scene of giving flowers to others.
"I know, then go and do it quickly. Bring the bag to me as soon as it arrives."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhan sighed helplessly.
Who would have thought that after living for thirty years, I would be coaxed and supported by others.
Now that I am old, I have to imitate the young boy to make women happy and buy flowers!
Unfortunately, he didn't bring a driver with him today, so he had to go to the flower shop himself...
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Mu Wanqing stared at the computer for too long, her eyes were sore and uncomfortable, and she felt a little sleepy without taking a break at noon, so she lay on the sofa to rest, and accidentally fell asleep.
Wen Zhan came back, holding a large bouquet of champagne roses in his hand. When he entered the room, he saw a woman sleeping on the sofa.
My heart instantly softened.
He walked quietly to the sofa, placed the bouquet in his hand on the coffee table, and squatted down beside the sofa.
The sleeping woman has gentle features, quiet beauty, which reminds people of the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales.
The princess was woken up by a kiss.
So, he looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but leaned over, wanting to kiss Fangze.
However, just when his lips were about to kiss that soft part, the woman suddenly woke up, her eyes widened as if they were firing lasers, and she immediately became energetic. While sitting up, she slapped his face unceremoniously with one hand, knocking him out. Push away.
"What are you doing!" Mu Wanqing immediately backed away and looked at him defensively.
The next second, his eyes caught sight of the bouquet on the coffee table behind the man, and he was even more surprised.
Buy flowers?
For her?
Mu Wanqing also thought that when she was still living in Yujingwan, this man had given her a bouquet of tulips, but she ignored it at the time.
Send another rose today...
They had been husband and wife for more than two years, and this man had never given a single piece of wool. The only two times he gave gifts were flowers. Mu Wanqing thought to himself, so rich and wealthy, but he turned out to be a Grandet?
Or, in his heart, he is just worthy of sending a bouquet of flowers.
When Wen Zhan saw that he had failed to steal the fragrance and was embarrassed, he immediately smiled and said frankly: "I wanted to see if I could kiss you to wake you up, but you woke up before I even kissed you."
Mu Wanqing glanced at him and pointed her chin towards the coffee table: "What does this mean?"
The man turned around following her words, and when he saw the bouquet of flowers, the smile on his handsome face became even more embarrassing. He touched the bridge of his nose and coughed, "This... is the flower, given to you."
After speaking, he turned around, picked up the bouquet, and handed it to the woman.
"The flower shop owner said that champagne roses are the most suitable gift for you, so I bought them - this time, I picked them myself."
He wanted to express his sincerity.
In fact, the flower shop owner's original words are that champagne roses are noble and elegant but not vulgar. The language of flowers is - falling in love with you is my greatest happiness in this life, missing you is my sweetest pain, being with you is my pride, without you I am like a ship that has lost its way.
Meaning: I only love you.
Wen Zhan felt that the person who first defined the language of flowers must have been an extremely sentimental, disgusting and greasy person.
How did you come up with such a crooked word?
Secretary Li said that if he was asked to send flowers and say sweet words, someone would definitely be relieved - but he couldn't even say such words to death, so he had to express his feelings with a bouquet of flowers.
But judging from her reaction, it was obvious that she didn't understand the flower language of this champagne rose.
So when Wen Zhan handed the bouquet to her, he added: "You can look up the flower language of champagne roses. They are really suitable for you..."
Mu Wanqing sat on the sofa and kept staring at him calmly. To her surprise, she noticed a hint of blush and shyness on his usually cold and resolute face.
Just like a newly married daughter-in-law, when she sees her husband, her eyes dodge and she stops talking.
"No, I'm not interested in flowers." Mu Wanqing probably understood what he was thinking, and responded in a straight woman's tone.
Wen Zhanjun's face froze, he pondered for a moment, and immediately asked: "Then what are you interested in? I'll give it to you next time."
The woman looked at him with a serious look on her face, "Why do you suddenly want to give me something?"
Seeing that she didn't take the bouquet, Wen Zhan simply put it back on the coffee table, then got up and sat on the sofa, right next to her.
"It's nothing... I just remembered that we never gave you a gift before as a couple, and now I want to make up for it."
Mu Wanqing curved her lips and smiled: "Isn't it because you did something wrong and you want to apologize?"
