Giving Gifts to Apologize

Author: Ye Shun

Giving Gifts to Apologize

Zhang Ling walked out of the building and saw Li Xiang waiting not far away.

He held a bouquet of white carnations in his hand, which was very similar to the one she held in her dream last night.

This is a proposal!

But why don't you wear a mask of gypsophila as in your dream?

No, that's not right.

It felt like she was expecting Li Xiang to propose.

She shook her head violently.

Trying to get this evil thought out of her head.

Li Xiang was walking towards her at this time.

Although he was smiling, his face looked haggard;

Although his steps are steady, he can't hide the sadness in his heart;

Although he was smiling at her with a bouquet of white carnations in his hand, his sadness over the death of his grandma could not be concealed in his smile.

The two stopped less than two meters apart. She was not complaining about Li Xiangzhen's choice of time to propose.

She was even debating whether she should refuse like in her dream?

He placed the white carnation in his hand in front of her. She lowered her head but did not dare to take a closer look at the beautiful blooming flowers.

She felt that she shouldn't be so passive waiting to be confessed.

Should she take the initiative to say something? Try to nip his thoughts of confession in the cradle.

She mustered up the courage to raise her head suddenly and said to him:

"Li Xiang, I think grandma just passed away last night. To be honest, I feel very uncomfortable inside. But you came here early in the morning with a bouquet of flowers and asked me..."

"Wait a minute!" Li Xiang heard the intention to refuse from Zhang Ling's tone, and then explained with some confusion, "Zhang Ling, I think you have misunderstood something?"

He came to apologize for grandma!

But it sounded from her tone that he was planning something evil against her.

Zhang Ling defended: "Did I misunderstand? It's impossible. Don't you just want to..."

Li Xiang probably guessed it from her expression, so he continued what she said: "Yes, I came here just to ask you, did you receive the message I sent you last night?"

He would not allow her to express her refusal prematurely.

"Oh, this!" Zhang Ling blushed instantly and became embarrassed, "I received it. Why do you ask?"

How could she guess wrong? Fortunately, she didn't say the rest.

If she really said it, how would she meet people in the future? He would think she was too narcissistic.

"I guess you must have been confused because of your grandma's behavior before she died. That's why you haven't replied to my messages. I came here today to apologize to you on behalf of grandma."

After Zhang Ling listened to Li Xiang's explanation, she looked at the flowers in front of her with confusion and asked:

"Apologise, just apologize. Why did you give me white carnations?"

Does she know what white carnations mean?

"That's because grandma mentioned before she died that you told her that you really liked this kind of flower. I thought since I want to send flowers, why not just send a bouquet of what you like."

"etc."

When did she express to her grandma that she particularly liked white carnations?

Zhang Ling touched her head with a headache and thought about it.

No, she definitely never said these words.

But grandma has passed away. It would be meaningless for her to pursue these matters any further.

"Why don't you like it? Maybe grandma remembered it wrong!" Li Xiang was confused about Zhang Ling's delay in accepting the flowers.

Because Li Xiang has no idea that the flower language of white carnations is pure love.

Giving flowers like this to Zhang Ling obviously meant to express love.

"Oh, grandma said it! Okay, then I'll accept it." Zhang Ling took the carnation with both hands.

Because she has also heard that white carnation flowers are slightly pale and have the meaning of mourning and longing. They express feelings of condolences and longing for deceased relatives and are also a kind of mourning flower.

If she accepts the flower according to this theory, it can be regarded as a kind of memory for her grandma. By the way, it also ends Li Xiang's obsession with her.

Li Xiang was very happy when he saw Zhang Ling accepting the carnation.

He turned around and left without saying another word.

A blush appeared on Zhang Ling's cheeks, she lowered her head to admire the beauty and fragrance of the flowers, her ears seemed to be waiting for his words.

Unfortunately, after not hearing any sound for a long time, she suddenly looked up and found that his figure had gone away.

"This piece of wood! Why did you leave without saying a word?" she whispered and stomped her feet.

Yan Yuan stood behind her at some point, with his head tilted to the side of her shoulder. He first smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and then looked up at Li Xiang's retreating back.

"Why...are you so reluctant to let me go?"

Listening to Yan Yuan's provocative tone, she looked a little surprised and said:

"When did you come?"

Yan Yuan put a hand on Zhang Ling's shoulder, pretending to think seriously for a while, and then said like a parrot:

"Well, I guess you were wondering why you left without saying a word? I still have something to say to you."

Listening to Yan Yuan's somewhat bitchy voice, her penis instantly fell to the ground. She raised her hand and pushed it away forcefully and said:

"What! When did I say such a thing? Get out of here."

"Didn't you say it?" Yan Yuan, with a bit of a shameless smile, clung to Zhang Ling's side again and said, "I understand. That must be because you didn't say it, I heard what you said in your heart."

"Fuck you! Leave quickly. If you don't leave quickly, you'll be late for work." Zhang Ling urged.

Now she is indeed as Yan Yuan said, she doesn't say what's in her heart, and she is somewhat complaining that Li Xiang didn't ask her to leave with him.

Now I still have to deal with Yan Yuan's verbal entanglement.

moment.

Zhang Ling looked at Yan Yuan, the co-pilot, with disgust and said:

"Do you have anything important to say now? Say it quickly."

She felt that Yan Yuan was just looking for excuses to gossip about cars.

If there was really something important to say, why didn't you say it after it took so long between last night and breakfast?

Yan Yuan's smiling face suddenly turned serious. He cleared his throat and said:

"Here's what happened. Let me take Li Xiang's good friend Chen Jian to the hospital."

"Don't you need to worry about this matter anymore?" Zhang Ling said doubtfully.

Yan Yuan said: "Yes, you don't want me to worry about it. But in order not to affect the progress of your relationship with Li Xiang, I feel that I must buy some gifts for that Chen Jian to express my gratitude. Otherwise, I will feel very sorry."

"Are you giving a gift? Or an apology gift!" She happened to be waiting at the traffic light and looked at Yan Yuan in surprise.

This is definitely an unprecedented first for Yan Yuan.

It's even more unlike the ideas that Yan Yuan came up with out of his head.

Yan Yuan felt uncomfortable looking at Zhang Ling's burning eyes and said:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think this is too unusual!" Zhang Ling finally said with a sigh of relief as if she was holding her breath.

Yan Yuan's eyes were a little flustered, as if he felt that he was not performing well in some way, which made Zhang Ling see that he had other intentions.

"Can't I give gifts to apologize?" Yan Yuan explained calmly.

"Yes, yes. It's just..." Zhang Ling stopped mid-sentence, her smile was thought-provoking.

At this time, the intersection light turned green, so she could only continue driving forward.

Yan Yuan failed to hear the second half of Zhang Ling's words in time, and was obviously worried and couldn't help but ask: "What? What is it? You should tell me!"

"It's just that this is so unlike your Yan Yuan style. Didn't you say that you only accept gifts from men and will never give them to men? Why did you change your principles when you met Chen Jian?

?Unusual!”

"Why is this unusual? I...Isn't this just for you?" Yan Yuan said with obvious guilt.

Zhang Ling saw that Yan Yuan's purpose was not simple and said intentionally:
To be continued...