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Also in August, Jin'an.

The injury on Huo Xiaoli's arm has been completely healed.

She found a job that she was quite satisfied with, in a small flower shop on the street, because the owner thought Huo Xiaoli was beautiful, so he used her.

Huo Xiaoli's salary is very low because she can't wrap the bouquet beautifully.

However, fortunately, the shopkeeper is not in a hurry, and in private, he will always give her some common sense of flower arrangement.

The sound of cicadas chirping in the afternoon is noisy.

Huo Xiaoli had sweat on his forehead, and ushered in a customer for a tall and big boy.

The boy lit 99 pink roses.

He stood aside, quietly watched Huo Xiaoli finish bandaging the bouquet, and said to Huo Xiaoli, "Can you leave a phone call for me?" Someone will come to pick it up in the afternoon, and if he can't find it, I ask him to contact you? ”

Huo Xiaoli was stunned when he heard this.

After being stunned, he smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Huo Xiaoli told the big boy about his WeChat account.

Before the big boy went out, he looked at Huo Xiaoli's expression a little nervous.

Just when Huo Xiaoli was about to clean up the flower branches that she had cut out, there was a message on her mobile phone> Huo Xiaoli rarely plays WeChat on weekdays, and there is no one in the friend bar of WeChat except for a few high school classmates.

The one who sent the WeChat message was the big boy who had just left.

The big boy said: "Hello, my name is Zuobin, the flowers are for you, I am a junior student in South China University, I will see you every day when I pass by here after class, so I like you......"

Huo Xiaoli looked at the WeChat content and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It's not the first time a boy has confessed.

However, this way made her feel a little incomprehensible.

At the door, a middle-aged man was pushing the door and walking in.

The man, dressed in the clothes of a construction worker, who was already very dirty, looked a little out of place with the flower shop.

The man smiled at Huo Xiaoli embarrassedly, but he always stood at the door.

The middle-aged man scratched his head, lowered his head, blushed, and said, "I won't go in, I'm afraid of soiling your place, today is the 20th anniversary of my marriage to my wife, I want to give her a bouquet of flowers......"

Huo Xiaoli smiled kindly and said briskly: "Of course, what flowers your wife likes, do you know?" ”

The middle-aged man's face turned red again, and he said with a smile: "I don't know what flowers she likes, I haven't given her anything after so many years of marriage, and I don't understand ...... these."

However, it was not difficult, Huo Xiaoli drew out a few red roses and crimson carnations.

Coupled with two multi-headed lilies, it is already beautiful.

When Huo Xiaoli was about to wrap the flowers, the man said a little embarrassedly: "I don't need so much, the flowers are quite expensive, our old husband and wife, the meaning is fine, I still have an old mother who is paralyzed in bed at home, I still save some ......"

The more the man talked, the more embarrassed he became.

Huo Xiaoli finally turned around, she picked up the bouquet of 99 roses placed next to her, sent it to the man, and said, "Uncle, you can take this." ”

The man was startled and hurriedly refused: "No, no, I can't buy such an expensive one." ”

Huo Xiaoli smiled rarely, and said to the man: "It's free, take it back, and give it to your wife." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, thanked him, and turned to leave with the flower in his arms.

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