Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"What's wrong with you?"

"Then, then I said, don't scold me."

Cheng Jing sniffed and glanced at her. The black spectacles misted her eyes, blurring her eyes.

Yannian nodded, with an inexplicable ominous premonition in her heart, "You speak first!"

Cheng Jing sniffed again, took off her glasses, wiped the water vapor on them, and then pointed to a large bunch of pink roses in the corner of the wall to show Yan Nian.

The original fresh and delicate pink rose, now the leaves and petals are yellowed, wilted, dying, as if it could die immediately in the next second.

"I'm really sorry, I forgot that pink roses need to be ventilated for a long time. When I found out, the flowers were already like this..."

These pink roses will be used by the sales department tomorrow. It is said that they are used to decorate the wedding banquet of customers.

But today she has already agreed with the other department that the pink roses will be packed and delivered early tomorrow morning.

It's better now...

Yannian rubbed her forehead and sighed heavily, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Woo, I'm afraid of you scolding me, so I didn't dare to tell you that I was thinking about remedial measures here. Unexpectedly, the door of the office was locked from the outside and I couldn't get out. "

Hear the words.

Yannian squinted his eyes slightly, thinking a little bit in the bottom of my heart.

"The key to the office is only you and me. How can the door be locked from the outside?"

"I, I don't know either, maybe the company security accidentally locked the door!"

"Forget it, it's useless to say these now, you are like this, you go to the next warehouse now, and put the frozen pink lilies, pink gypsophila, pink phalaenopsis, and pink gerbera, anyway, as long as it is pink. Move them all over, and bring some grass and leaves!"

"But...Is this possible?" Cheng Jing understood what she meant, half-believing.

"There is no way. For the time being, I can only be a dead horse doctor. The wedding banquet pink is noble and festive. Now there are no pink roses. I can only use other flowers instead. I will send flowers until tomorrow morning. I will minister with them. Just talk about it."

"it is good!"

Cheng Jing stopped crying now, got up from the ground, and hurried out.

As soon as I went out, I saw Jiang Beiyuan leaning against the wall.

Cheng Jing was stunned.

She just came to the company not long ago, so she didn’t know Jiang Beiyuan. She just looked at this person. She was tall and slender, with an angular face and exquisite features. He was wearing a khaki turtleneck sweater and suit jacket. Casually draped over the shoulders, the lower body is black trousers, and a pair of black and gray British style sneakers.

Dressed casually and uninhibited, the temperament is exquisite and brilliant, so people dare not look directly.

"Where is your boss?"

Jiang Beiyuan's gaze fell on Cheng Jing, his eyes were calm, and his voice was low when he spoke.

At this moment, he was leaning against the wall, his black eyes squinted lightly, his arms crossed and his arms folded, in a lazy posture, there was an indescribable aristocratic temperament around him.

Cheng Jing swallowed hard, blushed, and replied quietly: "The boss is busy inside. She asked me to go to the warehouse next door to bring some flowers..."

"What do you move flowers after get off work?"

Jiang Beiyuan's voice has always been magnetic, and it looks rusty in the silent night.

Those eyes are deep and sharp, and one glance at you inexplicably brings a heavy oppressive breath to the other party.