Chapter 70 The man holding the flower

Author: Ye Shun

Chapter 70 The man holding the flower

Zhang Ling looked at this text message and was stunned for a while.

She could clearly feel his caution, which was almost the same as the one wearing the star-filled mask in her dream.

They are always concerned about her feelings. Taking care of her is like taking care of a Phalaenopsis. They are always worried about its roots rotting in a warm environment.

Is she really that fragile?

She always thought she was strong.

When I was a child, I did not have the care of my mother like other children, nor did I have the love of my grandparents, nor did I have the love of my brothers and sisters.

During the time when I should be in love, I finally met a first love who knew how to care and love, but he disappeared without any warning.

She, Zhang Ling, has grown so strong even without having these.

She had long thought that having her only closest relative, her father, was enough.

She lowered her head and looked at the text message from Li Xiang again, snorted in disgust, then locked the screen and threw her phone aside and lay down.

Perhaps because Li Xiang's text message made her feel calmer.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the soft morning sunlight shining into the bedroom.

She saw Yan Yuan rarely getting up early, standing alone at the window looking outside, and asked curiously:

"What are you doing where you're standing?"

Yan Yuan said without looking back: "Early in the morning, there is a man downstairs at your house holding a bouquet of flowers as if he is waiting for someone to propose."

"You are really free! What's there to see?" Zhang Ling said as she got up, washed and prepared to go to work.

A question suddenly flashed through her mind:

Will Li Xiang go to work as scheduled today?

After all, burying grandma is a big deal.

Presumably it can't end overnight.

"Good-looking! Although I didn't see the man's face, but judging from the man's clothes and figure, the man holding the flower downstairs must be a handsome guy." Yan Yuan said and turned around to Zhang Ling's side, "I can't help it anymore, the more I look at it, the more handsome I look.

I think he is my type. What do you think I should do?"

Zhang Ling glanced at her sideways and said:

"Then go down immediately and use your Yan's charm method to get him."

Yan Yuan showed a provocative smile and said:

"Really! Then if the person holding the bouquet downstairs was Li Xiang, would you support me like this?"

"It's him?"

Zhang Ling looked in disbelief, stopped, quickly turned around and walked towards the window.

As soon as I took two steps, I heard Yan Yuan’s uproarious laughter:

"It's really interesting to see Zhang Ling that you can be so cute in my lifetime!"

"Yan Yuan, are you lying to me?" Zhang Ling stopped and looked back at Yan Yuan and said.

Yan Yuan explained proudly:

"No, don't talk nonsense. Please pay attention to my wording. I said if. I think someone is so deeply in love that he can't help himself."

"Yan Yuan, stop here! Let me see if I don't tear your stinky mouth apart today."

Zhang Ling quickly chased after him.

"Help! Uncle, your daughter is crazy. Come and save me..."

Yan Yuan shouted and ran away.

My father heard the two girls fighting early in the morning, holding a stainless steel spoon in his hand and yelling:

"Stop making trouble! Breakfast is almost ready. You should hurry up and wash up and come over for dinner."

In this family, my father's words are still the most intimidating.

The two sisters stopped laughing and stopped fighting, saying in unison:

"good!"

When they sat quietly at the dinner table, Zhang Ling looked at Yan Yuan beside her and suddenly realized that besides her father, she also had a friendship that was better than that of her own sisters.

But what does Li Xiang have?

My only close relative, my grandma, passed away last night.

The so-called good friend Chen Jian couldn't open his heart either.

In the end, she, thinking about him all the time, made him become another person.

Just to satisfy her obsession with the unfulfilled first love.

Father saw the difference between Zhang Ling and the past, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, looked at her and said:

"Lingling, I have told you so many times that if you have something on your mind, just say it and don't hide it in your heart. Eating like this will affect your digestion."

"Ah!" Have you been seen through?

Yan Yuan smiled and touched Zhang Ling with her elbow and said:

"Uncle, don't you see? Your daughter is thinking about getting married, and she doesn't know how to tell you at the moment. You don't have to worry about her, just let her figure it out on her own."

"Oh, is that so?" After hearing this, my father didn't think much about it. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to continue eating. Suddenly a light flashed in his mind. He looked at Yan Yuan and said, "No, Yan Yuan, what do you mean by what you just said?"

Yan Yuan was startled by the sound of her father putting down chopsticks violently and said:

"That...is just what it means! Uncle, what's wrong?"

Before her father could explode, Zhang Ling regained her composure, raised her hand and slapped Yan Yuan hard on the shoulder, so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl in her hand.

"Yan Yuan, do you think you haven't caused enough trouble recently? So you plan to continue dancing your death-defying ballet on the edge of the cliff!"

Seeing Zhang Ling's normal reaction, her father did not continue to struggle with Yan Yuan's words.

After all, everyone knows that Yan Yuan is a person who is not bad in nature and has a heart that is afraid of chaos in the world.

"Uncle!" Yan Yuan strongly felt the danger coming from Zhang Ling and called for help.

The father shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Yan Yuan thought she was saved. She quickly got up and hid behind her father, feeling proud. But her father's next behavior was puzzling to her.

At this time, the father looked nervous as he picked up the bowl, took out a fried dough stick, pushed the chair back more than a meter, then motioned to them with a smile and said:

"You can continue. However, remember to pay for what you need to pay after the fight, and you must replace it with a new one."

"Ah!" Yan Yuan was a little desperate.

Both of them were taught their skills by their father.

When I was learning boxing, I knew that Zhang Ling was more talented than Yan Yuan.

Zhang Ling usually never takes action. As long as she is serious, even if two or three Yan Yuan get together, they are no match.

If this really happens, it will be absolutely unilaterally crushed.

Speaking of which, Zhang Ling and Yan Yuan are both capable people, but when Zhang Ling and Yan Yuan had tea after the blind date, they were blackmailed by Wang Hai. Why were they so frightened that they ran away?

the reason is simple.

That is, regardless of whether you win or lose, the cost of fighting is very high.

The two of them are not really afraid of Wang Hai, but they are afraid of fearlessly spending their time and money.

The two of them are people with a certain social status. If this matter is maliciously created by the unscrupulous media, it will affect the work they rely on for a living and damage their reputations, which is even more unworthy.

Seeing Zhang Ling loosening her muscles and joints in front of her, making a crackling sound, Yan Yuan's heart started to tremble, and her body began to move backwards unconsciously.

"Um...Zhang Ling, we are all civilized people in the new era. If you have anything to say, please talk it over. There is no need to use hands or feet."

Zhang Ling didn't speak, maybe because she had too many negative emotions recently and needed an opportunity to release them.

Maybe today is her best opportunity.

Yan Yuan watched her approaching like a demon step by step, looking at the situation as if it was an inescapable disaster.

If you can't escape and you're outmatched, you have to fight hard. You can't just take a beating.

Yan Yuan had been forced to the wall and had no choice but to get into a duel stance.

"Well, not bad, not bad! Yan Yuan, you take the beating very well." After his father finished speaking, he took a bite of the dough stick and chewed it.

Yan Yuan knew in her heart that she was destined to be beaten, but being told so ruthlessly made her face look dull.

"Uncle, is there anyone like you? When you see your own daughter fighting, you don't even stop her." Yan Yuan almost roared.
To be continued...