Chapter 481

"Is that the Secretary of president Mu who just passed by? Do you think he's a little weird? "

"I didn't feel that way alone! You think he's weird, don't you? "

"Well! I always think his face looks good, and his clothes are all famous brand goods, but I just think it's a bit like... "

"Local tycoon? "Upstarts?"

"Yes! That's the feeling. But why on earth? Why? Ah... I don't understand. "

"Well... You two said so much, didn't you find that the Secretary... Had short legs?"

The two girls were stunned. After looking at each other, they suddenly realized, "short legs! Yes, yes, that's it! I said that the secretary always makes people feel that something is not right. It turns out that it's a short leg. That secretary is a short leg! "

"Ha ha ha ha, I'll tell you what's strange. It turns out that the legs are too short! It's not very popular before. A girl's white covers a hundred ugliness, and a boy's high covers a thousand ugliness. The Secretary of president Mu is really pitiful. He rarely has such a handsome face, but he has a pair of short legs. What do you think about it? Ha ha ha ha ha... "

"Well, so this is a tragedy caused by short legs?"

"Poof, ha ha ha..."

Several girls burst out laughing, did not find a nearby party has been disabled.

Local tycoon, upstart, little short leg... Xia zetao only felt that he had been shot several times in the back and had been tied into a hedgehog.

What's great about long legs? Short legs are human beings. Short legs also have human rights! No such thing!

In the general manager's office of Zhao's group, too bright sunlight directly follows the French window into the spacious room, making the whole office look incomparably bright. Several pots of green potted plants are carefully placed in the corner of the office, adding a touch of warmth and vitality to the office.

Generally speaking, sitting in such an office, no matter how tired, the mood will be better than outside. But now, the owner of this office obviously doesn't think so.

Zhao Fulin looked at the big bunch of flowers that appeared in front of her on time, and her mouth twitched unconsciously.

Mu Tingfeng has been paying close attention to Zhao Fulin, see her this appearance Mou Guang is a flash, low voice asks: "don't like?"

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that“

"Just?"

Zhao Fulin reluctantly hugs the fox tail Lily in Mu Tingfeng's hand into his arms: "it's just the same thing. If you send me every day, you can expect what you will send me the next day. In this case, isn't it new?"

Mu Tingfeng was stunned. Then he seemed to think of something. He stared at Zhao Fulin's eyes and said seriously: "do you think... Is it boring?"

Zhao Fulin's face was slightly stiff. Looking at Mu Tingfeng's serious expression, he thought that it was the first time for him to chase someone when he was so big. He immediately felt that he couldn't bear it. What's more, Mu Tingfeng's words were a little ambiguous.

Zhao Fulin coughed softly and said, "of course not. I like everything from one thing to the end. Like is like. I'm not bored. It's just

Zhao Fulin stopped for a moment and turned to look at the desk behind him.

Nuo's big desk is much bigger than the ordinary one, but it seems to be very crowded now.

There was no other reason. On the spacious desk, no, along with the floor on the edge of the desk, there were pots and pots of foxtail lilies which were similar to the bouquet Zhao Fulin was holding.

Mu Tingfeng, if he only brought such a bunch of flowers at noon, it would be OK.

When Zhao Fulin arrived at the company every morning, the florists would step on the spot and send a pot of fresh lilies. When she was about to leave work in the evening, the florists would show up again and send another pot.

In addition, Mu Tingfeng himself brought this bunch of flowers at noon. These days, this guy just regarded sending flowers as sending rice, and sent three meals a day to him.

This bunch of flowers in my hand is not bad. Xiao Li comes every morning to help him sort out the flowers of the previous day, and then insert today's new flowers.

But sooner or later the two pots of flowers can be trouble, but it is still alive, no matter how poor can also open four or five days, so a basin of accumulation down.

Zhao Fulin has no doubt that if Mu Tingfeng goes on like this again, it won't take a few days for her office to be completely submerged by pots and pots of lilies.

I can't blame the little brother who sent flowers. Every time he came to see the flowers, he couldn't smile. Mu Tingfeng, a local tycoon, would have given him up like an ancestor if she had.

Mu Tingfeng followed Zhao Fulin's line of sight and saw the desk surrounded by flowers.

Mu Tingfeng was stunned. As soon as he thought that Zhao Fulin was surrounded by such a pile of flowers he sent every day when he was working, the corners of his lips involuntarily hooked up.

However, he also knew that he could not achieve good results if he continued to do so, on the contrary, he would bring trouble to Zhao Fulin.

Then he suppressed the joy in his heart and said in a low voice, "I'll change it tomorrow."

Zhao Fulin: "how about..."? Elder brother, can't you stop sending me?!

Zhao Fulin opened her mouth and wanted to refuse Mu Tingfeng, but when the words came to her mouth, she looked at Mu Tingfeng's eyes with a little expectation in the inquiry, and then directly transformed into a completely different statement.

"Well... Well, just be happy."

Anyway, it's only a few days since we got married. This guy has a lot of money. Even if he really spends money, he can't spend it several times, but

"In a word, the idea of sending flowers is your own idea?" Zhao Fulin holding a large bunch of lilies, looking at the carefully cut traces on the flowers, asked curiously.

Mu Tingfeng did not expect that Zhao Fulin would suddenly ask this question. After a moment of silence, he looked into Zhao Fulin's eyes and finally shook his head truthfully.

Zhao Fulin's eyes crossed a little bit clearly, and murmured in her heart. If so, Mu Tingfeng was so sullen. Well, to be exact, it was pure love. Mu Tingfeng is such a pure hearted guy. If no one stirs up the flames for him, how can he know these messy skills?

"Sending flowers is what Secretary Xia meant, but I chose all the flowers myself." Mu Tingfeng said as if to think of something, and then added, "and before those are all my own pick."

"You picked them all yourself?" Zhao Fulin was slightly surprised. She suddenly looked up at Mu Tingfeng, but she was completely stunned after seeing Mu Tingfeng's face.