xue min saw the big bouquet of red roses and was a little surprised. she elbowed song qincheng and said, " "miss song, i'm calling you."
before song qincheng could go over, the florist had already entered. " "miss song, please sign here."
xue min immediately handed him a pen.
looking at the beautiful red roses, song qincheng was also surprised for a moment, probably because it was the first time she had received flowers in more than twenty years. she signed the form, and the bouquet of roses was already in her hands. the roses were wrapped in an apricot-yellow kneading paper, making the whole bouquet look elegant and solemn.
" there are still water droplets on this flower. it's so fresh. "
the florist put the list back into his pocket and happened to hear xue min's words. he smiled and said,"these flowers were delivered this morning. they can still be kept at home for a long time."
"did you see anyone who bought the flowers?" song qincheng asked, raising her head.
