"Being naturally dumb, with such low EQ, a cheap bouquet of roses already reeled in by the pretty boy, hopeless!"
Feng Chen'an: "..."
Can we still be friends?
...
As for Feng Yanyan, after returning to her room, she first found a vase, then carefully snipped off the thorns of the roses and beautifully arranged them in the vase.
Looking at it, she couldn't help herself and went down to the studio to bring her painting equipment upstairs.
In the end, she sat on the floor and began to sketch!
.
A silent night passed.
The next day, in the morning.
Yi Weilan arrived at the store early.
Since yesterday was Valentine's Day, the store's sales performance was quite impressive; looking at the report, Yi Weilan's mood, gloomy all night, eased slightly.
"Knock knock knock," a few sounds, and the store clerk Xiaozhang pushed the door and walked in, "Sister Weilan, here's the sales plan for next month for you to review."
"Just put it there."
