Chapter 550: But the Flowers Were Sent to Mo Jingshen……
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Just as Ji Nuan’s cell phone rang in the room, Mo Jingshen came out of the opposite room. He heard her cell phone ringing and glimpsed at the empty bowl on the dining cart as the staff wheeled it out.
It seemed that she really liked the food.
At the same time, Xiao Hu suddenly came out of the elevator with a huge bouquet of roses. When he came here, he was embarrassed when he saw Mo Jingshen standing outside the door. “CEO Mo…”
The man looked sideways at what was in his hand. There were 299 beautiful red roses.
Mo Jingshen frowned in silence. “What is this?”
“These flowers…” Xiao Hu coughed. “It was delivered by intra-city express service just now. They said it was for CEO Ji.”
At this time, Ji Nuan suddenly opened the door and came out. At a glance, she saw the bouquet in Xiao Hu’s arms.
She immediately looked up at Mo Jingshen. Although she knew that Mo Jingshen had done much more for her than sending flowers. She knew he would never give her such a superficial present, and he seldom did such things as sending roses, but the flowers were sent to him…
Would he take her wrong?
She had just received a call from intra-city express service, saying that a gentleman ordered roses for her.
Besides Mo Jingshen and Xiao Hu, there was only another man who knew that she was living in the hotel.
Yesterday, when she was resting in the hotel, she was bored and took a picture of the outside and posted it on her WeChat Moments with the caption: “This business trip is really a pain.”
In the last blind date, although the aunt’s son did not contact her again, they had added each other as WeChat friends. After seeing the picture she posted on her WeChat Moments, the aunt’s son asked her where she was on a business trip and said he happened to be in the capital these days, asking her if she wanted to come out to meet with him.
Ji Nuan refused, and after a casual chat, he learned that she was at the hotel, but Ji Nuan said it was not convenient for her to meet him, so he did not come to see her
But this morning he sent a bunch of roses here…
It was an expression of affection for her, she knew.
But Mo Jingshen saw the flowers…
Xiao Hu stood there holding the flowers, not daring to look at Mo Jingshen’s face, and seeing that Ji Nuan had come out, he was about to give her the flowers.
Mo Jingshen narrowed his eyes. “Bring the flowers here. Put them down.”
Xiao Hu paused. At the moment when the flower was about to fall into the arms of Ji Nuan, he turned sharply and decisively put the flower on the dining cart nearest to Mo Jingshen, which was as high as the table, and then quickly backed away from the dangerous area ahead.
They were fresh red roses picked and airlifted to China, still with fresh drops of water on them.
Mo Jingshen glanced at the heart-shaped card on the flowers, pulled it out with his well-shaped fingers, sandwiched it between his fingers, glanced at it, and then his face turned cold.
Before Ji Nuan could do anything, he threw the card into the garbage cart of a passing housekeeping worker.
Ji Nuan glared at him in disbelief. “Mo Jingshen, why did you throw my stuff?”
She was ashamed that she was touched by him just now.
Mo Jingshen glanced again at the bouquet of roses, which had been an eyesore, and then his eyes fell on her face. “If you like red roses, I will send you a bunch every day.”
“I don’t want it!”
“Then you don’t need this one either.” The man said flatly, picking up the bouquet and about to throw it into the garbage cart.
Ji Nuan rushed over and grabbed the man’s raised arm just before this bouquet of roses was about to be cruelly thrown into a garbage cart. “He meant well to send me flowers. How can you just throw them away?”
Mo Jingshen looked down at the little woman and narrowed his eyes.
He remembered that before their divorce, she had been courted by many men who sent many flowers to her studio, but those men were rejected by her and the flowers were just thrown out.
At that time, she was so decisive that no man was allowed to approach her.
Now, without the bondage of marriage, she did not refuse anybody?
1He stared at her. “You were so quick when you rushed for the flowers? The stomachache is gone?”
There was already a dangerous hint of warning in his words.
Ji Nuan glanced at him, turned straight to her room with the flowers in her hands, and slammed the door.
Mo Jingshen looked at the closed door in front of him and felt his temple twitched.
A rare return of warmth between them was interrupted by the sudden appearance of this bouquet.
He should never have left off the man with whom she had a blind date in the first place!
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In the morning, on behalf of the MN Group, she went to an exhibition hall in Beijing with the people of the Shine Group to visit and network. Since there would be a very important dinner party in the evening, she took the time to go back to the hotel to rest at noon.
She had just had porridge in the morning and didn’t want to eat food too cold or too light at noon. She took a break at noon to find a nearby restaurant to eat a bowl of rice noodles, and then walked back to the hotel, warm and well-fed.
However, as soon as she entered the room, she saw that the large bunch of 299 flowers she carefully placed in the room had disappeared, with only three red roses left in a tall glass vase.
She stared at the three roses and immediately recognized that these were three of the 299 flowers because the roses that the aunt’s son gifted her were very expensive and not the ordinary ones on the market only worth a few dollars.
Ji Nuan rushed out and knocked at the door of Mo Jingshen’s room. The door was opened and the man who had just changed the clothes took a look at her, then turned aside to let her in as he arranged his shirt cuffs, asking casually, “Didn’t you say you were coming back to rest? Are you going to rest in my room?”
With that, the man turned and went inside, as if letting her in at will.
Ji Nuan stood at the door, and sure enough, she saw the same glass vase with the same three roses on the table in his room.
“Mo Jingshen, where are my flowers?”
Hearing Ji Nuan’s question, the man buttoned up the cuffs, put one hand in his pocket, and said calmly, “It would be a waste to have such expensive and beautiful Bulgarian red roses placed under the sun in your room, waiting to wither away, so I asked Xiao Hu to take them out, send them to the front desk, and to give each room a few.”
Ji Nuan looked at him in shock. “You gave away the roses that were given to me as a present?!”