Qi Weiran's beautiful brows frowned slightly, and she took small steps gracefully, and followed Steward Li forward.

Then I was a little stunned for a moment.

It turned out to be a whole cart of gifts.

All kinds of precious flowers alone take up half of the car.

Fine roses, perfume lilies, boxes of beautifully packaged chocolates, and teddy bears more than a meter tall.

She flipped through the greeting cards on the gift and opened a few more envelopes.

The more you look at it, the more boring it becomes.

Since she was twelve years old, she has received a variety of Valentine~Valentine's Day gifts every year.

One copy of foreign love ~ people's day, and one copy of Chinese love ~ people's day.

Her parents were very open and never stopped her from accepting gifts from the boys.

"It's good to have boys who like it. But you're still young, and when you grow up, you'll have a good sense of proportion. ”

Tang Rou told her.

Of course, because she is the president's daughter, most boys still dare not send her gifts directly.

Generally, they are the young masters of wealthy families or chaebol groups in the imperial capital, and they are still relatively confident in their own conditions.

Whether at school or at a banquet, I will try my best to get to know her.

Now this car of valuable flowers and gifts is all their handiwork.

"It's boring, I've run away from here. These people are still chasing after them. ”

Wei Ran was not interested in these young masters at all.

But as a young lady, there must always be etiquette.

If you just ask someone to throw it out, it will be rude, and it will have a direct negative impact on her presidential daddy.

Qi Weiran sighed and asked the maid to move all these gifts into his room.

Then someone brought some greeting cards.

Begin to write a letter of thanks in silence.

Every letter is pretty much the same.

It's all "Thank you for the gift, but please don't break the bank next time." ”

Of course, she writes and writes, and the boys never listen.

Wei Ran wrote in the room for a long time, and her heart suddenly felt a little empty.

Every festival, whether it is Love~Ren's Day, or her birthday, or the traditional Chinese Spring Festival.

She had never received a gift from Brother Ling Feng.

Not to mention flowers, not even a root of grass has been received.

She held her cheeks, a little dazed.

The pen in his hand inadvertently put the word "Ling Feng" on the paper.

Once she started, she began to write willfully.

"Brother Ling Feng, why didn't you give me a gift?"

"Why don't you send me flowers?"

"You don't like me, do you, you're usually so good to me, just because you're my bodyguard?"

After writing a whole piece of paper, Qi Weiran crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the trash.

Keep writing her greeting cards.

It was a long, long time, until late at night.

A room of gifts, casting shadows on the windowpanes. There is also the graceful figure of Wei Ran who is struggling to write.

On the grass below the villa, Ling Feng was raising his head, his blue eyes staring closely at Miss Wei Ran's figure.

There was a burning heat in his eyes, and a deep sadness.

When he returned, without a word, he deliberately bypassed the butler and the servant.

Don't want to bother them.

He just wanted to stand under the window and watch his Miss Viran quietly.

Ling Feng was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, but it was not a fine rose, but a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.

Today is Chinese Love~Human Day, he got up early in the morning and went to the mountains to pick a lot of wildflowers.

Comparing them one by one, I finally picked the most beautiful one and tied it into a bunch.

(Education 123 Literature Network)