Three flowers, three men, three loves

  The bright red rose buds are full and tempting, making people's hearts move. The pale lily is crystal clear and elegant, with a refreshing fragrance that delights people. Even the deep blue morning glory flowers are elegantly opening their small mouths, extremely charming.

  Three bundles of flowers, three styles.

  There was no place to put the flowers, so Qiao Yunxue just placed them on the table. Smelling the fragrance of the flowers and looking at the three different styles of flowers, Qiao Yunxue's eyes became dazed. In a daze, she signed her name, then leaned forward in front of the trumpet-shaped flower, tilting her small head to glance at it.

  She saw the cards, but she was too lazy to pick them up and look. She had only told Rong Qian that she liked trumpet flowers, so it didn't take much thought to figure out that these were from him. But did he have to send three bouquets?

  Always sleeping at midnight. So tired, he just can't learn to save a little, spend less money, and sleep more.

  It's hard to come by a clever and humble person, so when you find one, send three types of flowers at the same time, and there will always be one she likes.

  Unconsciously, warmth fills her heart. Perhaps he refused her request yesterday and was too close to Swallow, now sending flowers to make up for it.

  But she didn't get angry last night.

  Enduring Yanzi is because of the sincerity in Yanzi's eyes. Qiao Yunxue can't look down on Yanzi.

  Instead, Su Qinglan's eyes were not quite right, with a hint of potential to be a mistress. But what was funny was that Su Qinglan was now not a mistress, but rather Mrs. Luo.

  "Hubby sent flowers? Ha, today is neither Valentine's Day nor International Women's Day, what's the special occasion?" Wu Yuan sneaked a smile from behind and put down the large advertisement he was preparing, walking over.

  "Today is the day of apology with a humble gift." Qiao Yunxue muttered to herself, and she couldn't think of any other reason why Qian Qian sent her flowers. Sighing, she decided it was better to remain calm and not act like a country bumpkin who had never seen flowers before.

  She got up, picked up her cup of tea, took a light sip, and glanced at the flowers. Her heart was beating a bit fast. He was so busy, yet he still had this kind intention, perhaps he was truly sincere about this marriage.

  But she really had a feeling that he and Su Qinglan already knew each other.

  "Oh?" Wu Yuan joked, walking over to fiddle with the roses and counting them, "Has this generation changed 'carrying thorns to apologize' to 'sending flowers to apologize'?"

  "Really?" That's a bit romantic, Qiao Yunxue pursed her lips and smiled.

  "Thirty-three roses." Wu Yuan's eyes lit up, "Your husband is really romantic, loves you for three lifetimes."

  "Ah......" A shock, the tea in her mouth sprayed out, Qiao Yunxue was stunned, "Thirty-three?"

  How could this be done by that man who didn't even make her laugh when he was teasing her, he wouldn't do something so cheesy.

  "I'm so envious! If my husband got married and still remembered to send me flowers, I would be touched to tears." Wu Yuan's face was filled with longing as she held onto the roses and refused to let go.

  But Wu Yuan let go, because she saw something more attractive than roses. The rose in her hand fell to the ground, muttering: "Yunxue, this man is really too stylish..."

  A pair of large hands quickly caught the rose that was about to fall to the ground.

  Long hair, slender and tall figure, with a slightly rough facial features.

  "Shu Yu?" Qiao Yun Xue stood up in surprise. It's Monday today, he shouldn't have time to come out.

  Xiu Yu smiled, walking with a light and quick pace, all the way to her front, bending down, stuffing all the rescued roses into her arms, affectionately touching her head: "Look, big brother's first time giving a woman roses, do you like it?"

  "Ah----" Qiao Yunxue was stunned for a moment---how could the rose be sent by Shu Yu? She was moved for half a day, but it turned out that the object was wrong.

  "What's wrong? You like it that much?" Shu Yu was completely relaxed, laughing with the corners of his mouth curled up to his nose, and habitually rubbed her head, "It's almost noon, come on. Brother will take silly girl out for lunch."

  Without another word, Shu Yu pulled her outside.

  "Wait a minute—" Qiao Yunxue finally managed to stand up with great effort, "I'm still on the job! Shu Yu, do you think I'm like you, a freelancer?"

  "Go to work?" Knitting her brow, Shu Yu glanced at the sales department, "This place is filled with dust everywhere, how can it match our style? We should be working in an air-conditioned high-rise building, chatting on QQ, sipping coffee..."

  Qiao Yunxue burst out laughing. Shu Yu was still Shu Yu, always such an idealistic person.

  "Come on, I'll give you a monthly salary. Let's get out of this company." Shu Yu glanced at Wu Yuan, who was infatuated with the flowers beside her, and pulled her forward, "Look at your marriage, that husband of yours is really something, letting our beauty from Oil Painting Street come to work here. Girl, quickly kick that old man of yours out, I'll take you back."

  "No way!" Qiao Yunxue cried with laughter, "Shu Yu, if you don't let go now, the security guards here will come out and chase you away..."

  Before he had finished speaking, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, followed by Shu Yu's pained cry, and finally the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

  Zhang Yu is Shu Yu. He fell heavily to the ground. He was tall and couldn't get up at once.

  Those who love art are a bit stubborn. Shu Yu was annoyed, got up, clenched his fists, and threw them at the other person without saying a word.

  Artists are artists, after all. Shu Yu's pale hands were meant to hold brushes, not throw punches. Before long, he was lying on the ground again, almost hearing the sound of his bones shattering.

  "Shu Yu——" Qiao Yunxue shouted while jumping, the rose in her hand scattered to one side. She squatted down and tried to lift Shu Yu up.

  This fall was severe, Shu Yu couldn't get up for a moment, gritting her teeth in anger, pointing at the other person: "Luo Shaofan, get out of here. Our silly girl is already married, don't come to entangle Yunxue again."

  "Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

  Luo Shaofan stood to one side, his slender eyes falling on the rose petals on the ground. He suddenly stooped down, picked them up and casually tossed them into a nearby trash can.

  "Y...". Shu Yu was shocked.

  "If she gets married, what does it mean for you to send roses?" Luo Shaofeng's expression was calm and collected.

  In other words, he still didn't believe Qiao Yunxue was married.

  She looked up in surprise, Qiao Yunxue stared at Luo Shaofan, she almost didn't understand, did the great young master Luo actually hope that she, Qiao Yunxue, would never be able to get married? Looking at Shu Yu's face which was beaten until it turned dark blue, Qiao Yunxue lightly glanced at Luo Shaofan: "Shu Yu sending me flowers has nothing to do with the great young master Luo."

  His face sank, and Luo Shaofan strangely didn't say another word.

  With great difficulty, Qiao Yunxue finally helped Shu Yu up and directly opened the car door, pushing him in: "Can you still drive?"

  "It's fine. My bones are still usable, I can go home." He nodded and smiled wryly for a while, then rolled down the car window and looked at Luo Shaofan with disdain. "I love sending roses, what's it to you? I'm willing to love her for a lifetime, cherish her for a lifetime, willing to exchange roses for her smile, do you have anything to say about it?"

  "Your secret crush is worthless." Luo Shaofan sneered slightly.

  "As long as Yun Xue is happy, both open and secret love are priceless." Shu Yu clenched her fists.

  A faint warmth rose in her heart, Qiao Yunxue smiled and blocked Shu Yu's line of sight: "Hurry back! I'm fine, Shu Yu, if you don't leave now, I'll get angry."

  Taking a glance at the security guard of Jinghua, Shuyu stepped on the accelerator in discontent. Leaving.

  The surroundings were eerily quiet. Everyone here knew Luo Shaofan, and some people also knew that the two had been in a relationship before. They all tactfully kept silent.

  He straightened his back, and Qiao Yunxue slowly met Luo Shaobo's slender eyes. Taking a deep breath, he stepped aside: "Mr. Luo, please go back. Your Longteng Garden is across the street."

  It seemed that Luo Shaofan didn't hear Qiao Yuxue's words, and he suddenly walked towards the back. Before Qiao Yuxue could react in surprise, Luo Shaofan had already picked up the pale lily from the office desk. His slender eyes scanned over the blue morning glory flowers, then turned around and strode towards Qiao Yuxue, shoving the pale lily into her arms: "We have things to clarify."

  One of them grabbed Qiao Yunxue's arm and walked towards the opposite direction.

  "You're crazy!" She had never thought that the lily was sent by Luo Shaobai. Qiao Yuxue was shocked, struggling, "I said I don't like lilies now, I only like trumpet flowers. Luo Shaobai, why are you always so self-righteous!"

  Luo Shaofan didn't say a word, only grasped her hand tightly and quickened his pace, so fast that even the security guards in Jinghua couldn't keep up.

  This guy must have taken the wrong medicine today. Qiao Yunxue was dragged away, feeling dizzy and disoriented, only managing to shout towards Wu Yuan: "Help me find someone..."

  Luo Shaofan took her to a restaurant.

  Sitting across from Luo Shaofan, Qiao Yuxue quietly made a phone call and placed it on the table under the large peony. Rong Qian would be able to hear her conversation with Luo Shaofan.

  A small diamond ring on her ring finger was shining brightly.

  Luo Shaofan saw it, but didn't pay attention. He stared at her for a long time without saying a word. However, he poured her a cup of West Lake Longjing tea with his fingers intertwined.

  Until she slowly finished a large cup of Longjing tea, she finally raised her head.

  "Why did you bring me to the Wind Sail Restaurant?" Qiao Yunxue scanned the restaurant. It was unexpected that Luo Shaofan would bring her to this kind of place.

  This is too childish for him. He never deigned to enter this kind of restaurant before.

  "Nine years ago, we met here." Luo Shaobo's slender eyes gazed at her, "We've known each other for nine years."

  "No, eight years." How dare he mention the past? Qiao Yunxue smiled lightly, her fingernails digging deep into her palm. Some things can be let go of, but absolutely cannot be easily put down. Unfortunately, the high and mighty Luo Shaobai doesn't understand the hearts of ordinary people.

  "No, nine years." Luo Shaofan's tone was heavy, somewhat displeased that she had subtracted the year in Tibet.

  She gently smoothed out her slightly disheveled long hair, and a sarcastic smile bloomed on Qiao Yunxue's lips: "Of course, nine years. Nine years have passed, and I'm still me. But Mr. Luo already has a loving wife and children. Congratulations!"

  "My dear wife and child..." Luo Shaofan hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to utter a few words, "It was an accident."

  Qiao Yunxue didn't speak. Unexpected?

  It's easy for women to be taken by surprise, but men, especially ones like him who no one dares to mess with, what could possibly happen to them? Qiao Yunxue's lips curled slightly as she lowered her eyelids: "Could it be that the proud young master of the Luo family has also learned how to make excuses..."

  A faint pain flashed across Luo Shaofeng's dense eyebrows: "That thing... I have no way to explain. Yunxue, at most one more year, I can take control of Longji's power alone. Yunxue, you love me. A woman should be loyal to love, obediently leave his side... and come back."

  Don't open your eyes, Qiao Yunxue stared blankly at the black screen of her phone on the table. She shouldn't have answered Rong Qian's call just now... What would Rong Qian think if he heard these words...

  It's too late now.

  She smiled faintly: "Mr. Luo, you still know how to love. I've already forgotten what love is."

  Glancing out of the window, why hasn't Su Qinglan arrived yet? The efficiency of her private investigator has decreased.

  Qiao Yunxue's calmness apparently caught Luo Shaofan off guard, and he stared at her for a long time, his eyes conveying unspoken meaning. Luo Shaofan suddenly stretched out his arm, his fingertips lightly brushing against her long hair: "Xue..."

  Qiao Yunxue quickly stood up, narrowly avoiding his fingertips, her face still had a lovely smile, but she was somewhat indignant at heart.

  Standing within a safe distance, her eyes flashed: "Persuade Su Qinglan to apologize in the capital." This would be for the best, as Jinghua would save face and wouldn't persist in filing a lawsuit.

  Rong Qian, don't be too hard on yourself either.

  Lu Shao Fan withdrew his long arm, and pressed the tip of his finger on the sun spot. His slender eyes lingered on her body. There was a dazed look, with some melancholy. He stood up, deeply gazing at Qiao Yun Xue's shallow smile.

  "Qiao Yunxue——" A sharp soprano rang out. A figure flashed by.

  Qiao Yunxue let out a long sigh and smiled.

  Su Qinglan makes such a big deal every time she appears, it really suits her identity as Mrs. Luo Shaobo. Where did Luo Shaobo's eyes go wrong, why did he provoke Su Qinglan who doesn't have much connotation?

  Su Qinglan blocked Qiao Yunxue's way.

  Qiao Yunxue smiled: "Mr. Luo is waiting for you to go home together."

  "You..." Su Qinglan didn't expect Qiao Yunxue to say this and was taken aback.

  Qiao Yunxue lazily smiled: "I'm a bit very sad..."

  "It's too late for you to be sad." Su Qinglan immediately widened her eyes, guarding her husband, afraid that if Qiao Yunxue became sad, Luo Shaofan would become sympathetic.

  "It's not late." Qiao Yunxue hummed, walking big and round around Su Qinglan, "I've been heartbroken for a year, and I still don't understand why Mr. Luo wants to have an affair, why he doesn't find a more upscale woman to have an affair with..."

  "Ah——" An even sharper voice rang out, Su Qinglan didn't care about Luo Shaofan behind her, and slapped him with a palm.

  There was a long arm blocking Su Qinglan's slap.

  Not one, but two. Two long arms of slightly different colors blocked Su Qinglan's palm.

  Su Qinglan forgot to cry out in pain, and stared blankly at the two men in front of her, stunned: "Husband... Rong Qian..."

  Qiao Yunxue's face turned pale, and suddenly she was like a butterfly in flight, lightly floating into someone's arms: "Rong Qian, why did you only come now?"

  Her gaze fell on her phone, and Qian's thin lips trembled: "Sorry..."

  "We waited until all the flowers were in bloom." She smiled so gently, "This woman clings to me as soon as she sees me, I even suspect that she has fallen in love with me."

  "Oh..." Rong Qian murmured, "Luo Shaonai loves Yunxue... it's a bit of trouble."

  "Rong Qian——" Luo Shaofan's displeased voice.

  "Rong Qian——" Su Qinglan's voice was filled with internal injuries.

  Suddenly feeling all the depression was gone, Qiao Yunxue pursed her lips and smiled at the ceiling. The man's words that were meant to provoke Su Qinglan had an unexpected effect instead.

  "Huh?" He pondered, and his gaze shifted to Su Qinglan, "Is it Miss Su who asked Yunxue to come over and apologize?"

  "I...I'm not..." Su Qinglan immediately jumped up, "It's Qiao Yunxue asking for my husband—"

  Rong Qian walked past Su Qinglan and Luo Shaofei, sat down calmly: "The one Cloud Snow invited is me."

  "Uh-huh. I have an appointment with Mr. Rong." Qiao Yunxue rubbed her nose, lying with a straight face.

  The newlywed couple sang in harmony, making Su Qinglan dizzy.

  Rong Qian slightly furrowed his brow as he gazed at the pink lily on the table: "Yunxue likes plain and realistic trumpet flowers..." With a long arm raised, the beautiful pink lily lightly fell into the trash can.

  The fate of Fen Baihe and Hong Meiren is surprisingly similar. Qiao Yunxue pouted - Shu Yu, Mr. Rong has avenged you.

  "Yong Qian..." The more she thought about it, the more Su Qinglan felt indignant. She gritted her teeth and also sat down at the table.

  "Mr. Luo, let's have a meal together."

  Luo Shaofan cannot dine with Qiao Yuxue. Su Qinglan immediately jumped back, hanging on Luo Shaofan's arm, "Husband, let's go home. The baby is still at home."

  Luo Shaofan's sharp eyes remained fixed on Qiao Yunxue's eyes, only then did he speak: "The case of slander will be heard by someone from Longji who will come to Jinghua tomorrow."

  "Oh......" This is good news, Qiao Yunxue rubbed her nose.

  "Hubby——" Su Qinglan was shocked and lost color, so flustered that she could hardly stand still. Watching Luo Shaofan leave, she followed him with a crying face.

  Rong Qian finally looked up and calmly sized up his wife, who had just been relieved of her burden. The deep black pupils sparkled with a hint of fire: "Have you received the morning glory?"

  "Thank you......" Her eyes sparkled. Three flowers, three men, three views of love.

  It's just weird, why did they all choose today to send flowers?

  Rong Qian gently clapped his hands together.

  A perfectly wrapped cake fell from the sky and landed gently on the table.

  "Oh dear!" Qiao Yunxue awkwardly touched her nose, her face bright red. "Rong Qian, I didn't know today was your birthday. I didn't prepare a gift..."

  "Today is Yunxue's 28th birthday."

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