Yan Mu didn't want to send it herself, she was very interested, unless Bo Junxiao called her over, she would not normally enter Bo Junxiao's study casually.

Because she knew that it was where Bo Junxiao worked, and there might be some relatively confidential documents.

Seeing Steward Chen waving his hand, Yan Mu was a little surprised.

However, she thought that Steward Chen had other things to do, so she smiled apologetically at Steward Chen, and went to the door of Bo Junxiao's study with the vase.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Yan Mu knocked lightly on the door of the study a little apprehensively, she wasn't sure if Bo Junxiao liked the flowers or not, and she wasn't sure if he would be annoyed that he had disturbed him.

Hearing a sound of "come in" from inside, Yan Mu carefully and gently pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

The light in the study was not very bright, and Bo Junxiao was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen while writing and drawing on a piece of paper with a pen, looking very focused.

Yan Mu was a little remorseful, she should have waited for dinner to send the vase, it seemed that it really bothered him.

"Huh?"

Bo Junxiao wrote a few more words on the paper with the tip of his pen, and without raising his head, he hummed directly, signaling the person who came in to speak.

"Bo Shao?"

Yan Mu didn't dare to continue to approach while holding the vase, and whispered a little crampedly, "I'm sorry for me...... It's just to send you a vase of flowers......"

"Huh?"

Hearing her voice, Bo Junxiao paused the tip of his pen and raised his eyes to look at her.

Yan Mu's hands holding the vase couldn't help but tighten, but his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Bo Junxiao did not turn on the headlights in the study, so the light on the computer screen was very conspicuously on Bo Junxiao's face.

Due to the light and shadow, his profound facial features on weekdays are more and more three-dimensional, and he has a good appearance, and the temperament between his eyebrows is as clear and distant as the most elegant light ink landscape painting, which is really ...... Good color!

Yan Mu inexplicably suddenly remembered a sentence in a song: The fox king is really stunning.

At the thought of this, she almost couldn't hold back her smile.

If Bo Junxiao knew, she looked at him and thought of the fox spirit...... I'm afraid that Bo Junxiao will shoot her to death directly with a fly swatter.

Bo Junxiao looked at her and squinted slightly, raising his eyebrows.

The appearance of this girl standing there holding a vase of flowers was originally pleasing to his eyes, but he keenly caught the smile that was pressed by the corners of this girl's lips......

What is this girl laughing at?

"Bo Shao?"

Yan Mu noticed Bo Junxiao's suddenly deep gaze, and became even more uneasy, and hurriedly whispered and tried to ask again, "If you don't like it, then I'll take it out?" ”

As she spoke, she was ready to slip out.

"Who cut the flowers?"

Bo Junxiao suddenly asked lightly, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, flicking his fingers, and the gold pen in his hand turned a few times elegantly and smoothly.

"It's me......" Yan Mu whispered.

Doesn't he like to destroy flowers with his own hot hands?

"Who's got the bottle?" Bo Junxiao's arm was lazily propped up on the armrest, and his left index finger rubbed unhurriedly on his chin and asked lightly.

"It's me," Yan Mu subconsciously looked at the flowers he arranged, "I'm sorry I haven't learned flower arrangement, maybe it's not too good-looking......"

"Who told you to do this?" Bo Junxiao looked at her and said, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Yan Mu's heart sank.

"Nobody, it's me...... I think this flower is blooming well, and the bottle should look good, just ...... I sent a bottle to Bo Shao. ”

Yan Mu hurriedly explained, and couldn't help but secretly spit on his whim.

Bo Junxiao looked at the brilliant flowers in the vase in her hand, the corners of her lips provoked a smile of unknown meaning, looked at Yan Mu and said quietly: "What kind of flower is this?" ”