Perfect Match

As long as Zheng Feiyu is happy, why not smash him for thousands.

The owner of the flower shop twitched with joy, curled his sleeves three or two times: "You wait, I'll find it for you."

The clock on the wall is rotating hands, and the flower shop owner is slowly looking for flowers one after another. The time bomb in Yu Le's head lit a red light and began to scream sharply. She hurried several times, the florist owner still hurriedly flipping over the memo, picking five flowers in three minutes.

If you go on like this, you will die.

Yu Le finally couldn't stand it. She recaptured her phone and dialed a number that she once ignored.

When the bell rang, Cheng Xiu rubbed Ling Lan's feet in a small inn in Luojing Town.

Luojing Town is a slow-paced southern town, facing the rising sun in the east and Luoying Mountain in the west. It is now famous all over the country for its summer nights. It is nearing the early autumn, and the last wave of flowering is just over. There are few tourists in the town. It is quiet early in the morning. Occasionally, there are three or two quiet bird slugs in the branches and leaves.

Last night, Lily of the Valley cried and cried for a night, and He An hugged her for a night, and fell asleep near dawn. Cheng Xiu was afraid of making him sleep, and took the responsibility of godfather, and took the radiant young girl into the yard.

The sun was warm and the withered bougainvillea covered the swing frame. The flowers are white and every petal is swaying in the wind.

Xiao Linglan is eleven months old, and she has grown a soft curly hair, which can just make a bunch of little cute braids, crescent like a crescent on her head. The bamboo cradle dangled, and she was sitting inside holding the warm baby bottle, holding her pacifier, and chewing hard with a cheek. Occasionally, when I drank quickly, a large piece was wet on the bib.

An orange cat squatting on the top of the swing frame, with a fat body and a thick tail, is looking through the gap of the vine flower to watch every move of Lily of the Valley and protect its cute little princess.

The orange cat's famous name is "six hundred and sixty pounds", and its nickname is "six hundred sixty".

Before He An, Cheng Xiu, and Suzuran moved, 666 was already famous. It and its bougainvillea swings mirrored the image postcards of Luojiao Town, Wenqing's graphic blogs and travel magazines. Many people know that Qingguo Inn has a lazy big fat cat who likes to dominate its own Swing, never move your ass.

Until that day, He An came with Lily of the Valley.

On the first day of the lily of the valley, six hundred sixty-six collapsed her own swing.

The owner of the inn was a **** Alpha. When he saw the swing collapse, he immediately took out his hammer and beat it, and repaired it within a few minutes. Who knew that the next morning, half a lazi board was dragged to the ground, and the rope at the other end was empty-the fracture was rough, and it was clearly bitten by sharp teeth.

Six hundred and sixty crouched beside him and flung his tail, an inch of sly light flashed in the round amber eyes.

The owner of the inn no longer tried to repair the swing, but removed it, replaced it with a bamboo cradle, and laid a soft bedding inside.

In this way, 666 gave its beloved swing as a meeting gift, and gave it to her more beloved little lily of the valley.

Because of this fat cat with spirituality and fat, and its kind Alpha shoveler, He An settled down in Luoyang.

A simple and romantic environment can always change people's mentality in a subtle way. For nine months, Cheng Xiu has become accustomed to the leisure of Luoyang Town, and suddenly received a call from Yuanjiang City, which is like an electric drill. Every morning, the wall was broken in the morning, and every word was extremely noisy.

"Cheng Xiu Cheng Xiu, do you know what flowers Zheng Zheng likes?"

Yu Le was anxious over there.

Cheng Xiu dragged a vicissitudes of broken rattan chair and lay down comfortably: "What flower does Zheng Feiyu like? I don't know."

Gently rubbed Lily of the Valley's little feet.

Lily of the valley is struggling to **** the milk, shit. His mouth was not strong, and his limbs worked together, his feet fluttered softly into Cheng Xiu's palm.

To be honest, Cheng Xiu didn't want to ignore Yu Le at all.

After being expelled from Zheng Feiyu, he wanted to kindly give some advice to the next assistant-after all, Zheng Feiyu was in a special situation, not a constant difficulty bos, and he would most likely become a demon someday in the future, and he needed to prepare as soon as possible. However, Yu Le held a high opinion of himself, asking neither the reason for his dismissal nor the character traits of Zheng Feiyu. He immediately assumed office and mocked Cheng Xiu in person who did not know how to seize the opportunity to make such a good position.

Cheng Xiu almost vomited blood, but did not argue with her.

At that time He An was still lying in the hospital with a dead body, and Suzuran did not leave the neonatal care room. He had too much to worry about, and didn't have the carelessness to fight back at the other's sarcasm.

Unexpectedly, the assistant Yu, who was so powerful, only lasted for nine months.

He asked Yu Le what happened. Yu Le said that since last week, Zheng Feizhen had no reason to look at the flower arrangement on the table for no reason. He was dissatisfied even after changing a dozen branches, and he couldn't tell what kind of flower he liked. After tossing, he became furious and left a sentence: This little thing is not good, let's leave next week.

As soon as Cheng Xiu heard it, it became clear that things had come to pass.

He has been with Zheng Feiyu for more than four years. He knows that this person is a typical entrepreneurial personality. He grasps the big picture and does not stick to the details. Small things like flower arrangements at his desk cannot get in his eyes. A garlic was inserted into the vase, and Zheng Feiyu saw and said nothing, so that Cheng Xiu had no idea that he had a preference for flowers.

In fact, apart from the part involving He An, Cheng Xiu could hardly pick out Zheng Fei's fault.

If even an insignificant flower can irritate Zheng Feiyu, this means that Zheng Feiyu's emotions have long been out of control, which is not enough to support him to deal with any more macro matter rationally.

This is really going to end.

"Ugh……"