Chapter 92 Who sent the flowers?

Chapter 92 Who sent the flowers?

Cui Jing has been preparing for some travel-related matters recently. She has applied for a passport and visa in advance for her plan to go abroad next year, and has also exchanged some currencies when going to and from the bank. Of course, the most convenient thing is to carry a globally accepted credit card. Cui Jing assigned this task to Xue Yijie.

The two of them had just come back from shopping, and Xue Yijie carried the bags into her bedroom.

At this time, Cui Jing received a large bouquet of flowers specially sent to her. Cui Jing was very surprised. After signing for the flowers, she held the bouquet and waited for Xue Yijie to come out of the room before asking:

"Did you give me these flowers?"

Xue Yijie showed a puzzled expression: "I don't know." Then he took the bouquet, sniffed it gently and said: "It smells so good."

"Not many people knew I moved, but anyone who was interested could find out if they checked."

"Have you chosen someone?"

"Maybe it's a friend." Cui Jing thought and sent a message to Qin Sheng to ask, but the other party lost contact again. Mrs. Chen was also a romantic person and sent her a message as well.

Or is it the stalker Omega? The perverted female Alpha? Has the stalker had surgery and been released from the hospital?

It would be better to leave this damn place as soon as possible.

Seeing that she had no idea who should send the flowers, Xue Yijie had a candidate in mind.

——Zhai Yang.

He hugged Cui Jing from behind and buried his head in her neck. As soon as her head turned around, he kissed her. Cui Jing's head and neck tilted to the side due to his kiss. His kisses fell from her neck to her collarbone, and continued down to the skin above her chest.

Cui Jing pulled his furry head away forcefully, and he turned around and carried her to the entrance cabinet.

"Well... aren't you still going to the gallery?" Cui Jing's mouth felt sore from the kiss and she wanted to close it. His tongue was really naughty and it made her lips and tongue itch. She wanted to fight back fiercely.

Xue Yijie: "I want to kiss you more."

"My hair is loose."

"Just disperse." Xue Yijie didn't let her go down and leaned her body against the entrance cabinet.

In broad daylight, it's simply daytime pornography.

Cui Jing was taller than him now, and she held his chin triumphantly, forcing him to raise his head to fight back. Xue Yijie cooperated by raising his head with sparkling eyes. Cui Jing inadvertently met his gaze and saw his long straight eyelashes.

He is just like a shard of glass. It is hot in the sun, cold when snow comes, depressing when it is cloudy, and shatters when it falls. It is like a mirror and a gem. It is beautiful only when it is in the light, and it is also beautiful when it is broken into many pieces.

Cui Jing's breathing slowed down a bit.

His attributes are very attractive.

Cui Jing let him go, pressed her feet against his strong abdominal muscles through his clothes, stretched her legs and let him gradually back away, her eyes sweeping across his body from top to bottom with a hint of meaning.

"Satisfied?"

She scolded, "Stop being in heat, puppy."

Xue Yijie was not ashamed of being insulted, but said, "I'll carry you down."

Cui Jing came down by herself. "Go and get busy."

Xue Yijie changed his shoes. Cui Jing was no longer in the living room. He opened the door and stood in the entrance. He looked at the bouquet for a while, picked up the flowers and said casually, "I'm going to the studio!"

Then he casually said, "By the way, what if the things you don't know where they come from are poisonous? I'll take them out for you."

No one answered.

When Xue Yijie agreed, he rushed out and threw the flowers into the community trash can. The colorful bouquet was made of top-quality flowers, each one fresh, big and full. Some of the slender and narrow flowers were sticking out of the trash can, trembling in the wind.

"Oh, this flower is so beautiful, but it's lost." An aunt passing by commented and walked away with a sigh.

Xue Yijie didn't even turn around.

Cui Jing continued to make a travel plan at home. Her plan was very simple. The main idea was to improvise after getting off the plane. She listed two or three attractions and marked where the hotel was. Before she knew it, it was late at night.

She dropped her pen and fell asleep on the bed.

The next day, after nine o'clock, the do not disturb mode was turned off and the phone rang. After answering the phone, a fierce voice came from the other end:

"You are Cui Sha's sister, right? Your brother borrowed money from gambling and now owes us two hundred thousand. I give you three days to pay us back, or I will use your brother's organs to pay you back, ding."

Cui Jing threw the hung up phone to the ground and covered her head with the quilt in pain. It took her a long time to recover and recall what was said on the phone.

——Her brother borrowed money from a loan shark.

She was not surprised that the original owner's brother was deceived into gambling. Parents would always cover up for their doted leech son. She didn't intend to care about this matter. It didn't matter to her whether her brother lived or died, and it had nothing to do with her.

For a gambler, death may be a relief for him. People cannot quit gambling even if they lose all their skin.

The doorbell rang again.

She glanced at the phone with a certain takeaway logo on it, and when she opened the door, there were flowers again.

"Why are there two?"

"I sent you a bouquet of flowers last night. I couldn't get through to you by phone, so I sent you a text message saying they would be delivered early this morning."

"Are you the special delivery person for this store?"

"Correct."

"Who sent the flowers?"

"I don't know this."

"Give me the phone number of your leader who has the authority to view the order information." Cui Jing got the phone and called. The other party said embarrassedly that he couldn't reveal it, and once again transferred her to his higher-level leader, but still got no news.

Over the next few days, whenever Cui Jing was out and couldn't sign for the flowers, they would be delivered to the villa when she was home. The bouquets that she couldn't refuse and the phone calls from her parents and creditors only slightly disturbed Cui Jing's usual calmness, but overall it was calm.

After she blocked her parents and relatives’ phone numbers, she stopped receiving them, and the creditors didn’t call her. As for the flowers, except for the ones that were left at the beginning, she asked the delivery person to throw them in the trash can downstairs after signing for them. To prevent them from being taken back for secondary use, she asked to take pictures.

Photos of trash cans and flowers were sent to Cui Jing's mobile phone.

There were no photos from last night. Cui Jing looked down from the second floor and saw that the living room of the villa had become flooded with pink. A large bunch of the eye-catching Freud roses that had just been moved in last night were so flamboyant and pink that the tips of the flowers had exploded.

She couldn't bear to throw all these delicate Freuds into the trash can.

This is not the way to harm people. This is chasing people.

Xue Yijie has been busy at the gallery these days, almost living in the gallery's small studio. If he comes over, she will probably be alone and feel wronged, and she will have to coax her. After thinking about it, she feels that this matter is too wrong.

This style and this pile of flowers are like those in an old movie, and are both the best of old-fashioned awkwardness, together with the campus romance where the piano is played and candles are placed downstairs. Although the bouquet is aesthetically sophisticated and not at all tacky, which woman needs so many flowers that cannot fit in the house? This is not a flower shop, and you have to ask someone to take care of it before you leave.

If we remove these superficial things and look at the underlying logic, it does seem like something the protagonist would do, considering that Xue Yijie had lived in her house before.

Is this flower for Xue Yiji?

Apology gift?

Cui Jing was still full of doubts. It would be very strange if it was really him. She took out her cell phone and hesitated.

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Zhai Yang fell from a height of several thousand meters with a parachute. The whistling sound of air flow hit his eardrums, and the clouds dissipated. It was like passing through a thick fog. The parachute exploded in the air, and the protective suit carried him to float on the sea.

He floated on his back, his eyes fixed on the clouds in the sky.

Several small boats roared over, and the water hit white waves from behind the propellers. The people in the small boats scooped Zhai Yang up and headed for a huge cruise ship. Overseas customers were sitting on the deck basking in the sun. The assistant, wearing a sun hat, immediately handed over his phone and said:

"Your wife's phone number." After the last WeChat message, the assistant knew that baby Jingjing was the boss's wife.

Zhai Yang stretched out his wet hand and dialed the phone: "Jingjing."

"Zhai Yang!" The voice on the other end sounded a little annoyed. "You sent these flowers."

"Yes." He replied simply.

Cui Jing thought that I wouldn’t get the answer in one go and might have to chase a few more people:!

"You are sick. You sent so many flowers that my house is flooded with flowers. This is my home, you know?" Her voice sounded cheerful and brighter than the sun in Zhai Yang's ears.

"I'm so annoyed. I have to ask someone to deal with it. What the hell are you doing? Are you a three-year-old kid? Xue Yijie doesn't like you anymore. Can't you just like someone else?"

It would be a disaster for anyone.

Cui Jing immediately felt that she was narrow-minded. Zhai Yang changed a woman who liked him and took her away by force. Isn't this a two-way rush? She was about to say something when she heard the man suddenly say in silence:

"It's for you."