The Big Landlord

He hurried to the door of the house. There were indeed seven or eight people standing outside the house. They were He Xiaolong's group who had been pestering Feicui in the school before. They were jokingly booing in front of the closed main door, calling Cui'er to come out. Without slamming the door directly, He Xiaolong was still holding a bunch of roses in his arms.

Running to the house to entangle, really became more and more daring, Wang Ben walked forward with his head held high, and today he wants to meet this boy well.

He squinted at the bunch of small roses in He Xiaolong's hand, no, it shouldn't be called roses, it should be called roses.

"Tui'er opens the door, it's me."

The door opened, Feicui looked at the group of people outside the house, angrily hating her eyes for not making a sound, she was not afraid of these people, but this time the trouble came to the village, and it would definitely be watched by the villagers It's a joke, if her parents find out, it will be troublesome to explain, and she has to be taught a lesson.

Wang Ben nodded to Feicui, motioned her not to panic, stepped into the house, walked straight to the phone, and dialed the 126 paging station.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" The paging desk operator's sweet voice came from the phone.

"Let me leave a message to No. ×××, say that someone is going to rob his girlfriend, and ask him to deliver 2,000 flowers to his house within ten minutes, um... let him wrap it up for me, and send it directly to the house. A girl named Feicui, striking Fei, emerald green," Wang Ben said while thinking, this is for the florist who is waiting outside the greenhouse, not to lie that his girlfriend is afraid of ineffective.

"Wow!" The operator who spoke in an orderly manner even exclaimed, "Sir, you are so kind, and your girlfriend is so happy."

After leaving the message, he put up a small bench, walked to the door unhurriedly and sat down, leisurely tilted Erlang's legs and shook it gently, looking at the group of people outside the house, frowning slightly, and said impatiently: "You guys still There is no end to it, and the trouble comes to the village, and it is not too troublesome."

"You can manage it," He Xiaolong said angrily.

Glancing sideways, Wang Ben's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you He Xiaolong?"

"So what," He Xiaolong snorted without any fear, holding the flower in his arms in his arms, one leg began to shake.

Wang Ben raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly, "I would be embarrassed to use a few rotten roses to soak the girl."

"Do you know flowers? It's still a rose, this is a rose," He Xiaolong said disdainfully, holding the flower in his hand.

"Hahaha!" A group of people behind him laughed.

"Hey," Wang Ben sighed and said while shaking his head, "I'm a high school student, and I can't even tell the difference between roses and roses. This book is really worth reading."

"Then take out a few roses for us to see and see," He Xiaolong said with a flat mouth, unconvinced.

"I'm too embarrassed to take out a few sticks," Wang Ben responded disdainfully, turning his head to the side Feicui with a slight smile, "Cui'er, I'll send you two thousand authentic roses in a while."

Before Feicui could speak, He Xiaolong and the group behind him laughed again, "Two thousand! Haha, you don't need any money for bragging!"

"You guys just wait and see," Wang Ben smiled lightly, ignoring these little bastards.

A minute later, a worker who was cutting flowers in the field appeared in front of him, with one hand behind his back, he walked quickly to the door of the main room and asked, "Is Miss Feicui there?"

"Why are you looking for me?" Feicui took a step forward.

asked curiously.

The worker took out his back hand, handed a wrapped red rose Corolla, and said in a serious manner, "This is a flower given to you by Mr. Wang Ben. A flower represents the only one in my heart."

"Hahaha, one branch!" He Xiaolong's group of people laughed contemptuously again.

What kind of tricks this florist is doing, Monk Wang Benzhang Er was at a loss. He wanted to ask the worker, but the worker just smiled at him and ignored him at all.

"Thank you!" Feicui didn't understand either, but on this occasion, she still resolutely took this beautiful rose, thanked her generously, raised the flower and sniffed it.

Just less than 20 seconds after the worker left, another worker reappeared. He also first asked who Feicui was, and then gave two pink roses and said politely, "This is Wang Ben. The flowers that Mr. gave you, two flowers, the world is only you and him."

How dare this florist play the language of roses, Wang Ben suddenly realized, smiled slightly and did not speak.

He Xiaolong's group was still laughing, but the laughter was much smaller. They also saw it, and looking at this posture, it was not over yet.

"Brother Benzi, what are you doing?" Feicui asked in confusion. She didn't understand at all. Although she knew about Wang Benzhonghuahua, she just listened to Linglong and never went to the greenhouse to see it.

"I don't know either," Wang Ben said truthfully, and he was also curious about what would happen next.

Workers came one after another, delivering more and more flowers each time.

"Six flowers, everything is going well."

"12 flowers, representing two wings to fly."

"51 flowers, he only has you in his heart."

"99 flowers, wish forever and ever."

"365, he loves you every day."

"520 flowers, you know what it means."

...

The language of roses became more and more numb, and Wang Ben had goosebumps all over his body. Feicui, who was receiving the flowers, gradually blushed from the initial calm, and then turned into a shyness. Linglong on the side opened her eyes wide, and her eyes were full of freshness. With excitement, he weighed his feet from time to time and clapped his little hands to applaud.

The group of He Xiaolong outside the house turned from laughing to confusion at first, then start to be surprised, and in the end they were completely speechless, especially He Xiaolong, whose face became extremely ugly, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. Where to put it.

The villagers passing by also stopped and watched the excitement with curiosity. They who didn't know much about the rose flower language were just pure appreciation.

The florist led all the workers to appear last, and brought a lot of scattered roses. Seeing Wang Ben, he also said very politely, "Mr. Wang, do you have a bucket!"

He took a plastic bucket from the stove and handed it to the florist. A group of workers started busy. Within a few minutes, a large bouquet of beautiful red roses was packaged, including the bucket.

Carrying it to Wang Ben, the florist said with a smile: "These are 999 roses, you can take them yourself."

He bent down and weighed it, weighing at least five or sixty pounds. He struggled to pick it up and handed it to Feicui. With a smile on his face, he called softly, "Cui'er, give it to you."

"Brother Ben, you..." Feicui muttered with her head buried in her head, her little face blushing like a ripe apple.

"Don't be afraid, just think it's fun and slap He Xiaolong's group in the face," Wang Ben approached, blinked and whispered.

Feicui finally reached out to pick it up, but it was too heavy to carry. After thinking about it, she joined hands with Wang Ben to put this huge bouquet together with the roses she sent earlier.

The florist is really loyal, there are more than the 2,000 sticks he ordered. The bundles are beautifully packaged, and the red, pink and pink ones are really beautiful.

Looking up at He Xiaolong, who was terribly embarrassed in the courtyard dam, um, I have to make fun of this kid.