Chapter 105: I'll buy flowers

Hearing this, Yan Nian was taken aback again.
She suddenly discovered that Jiang Beiyuan always likes to stand in a position against the light, so that when looking at him, he always looks against the light, fluttering and shaking, and the outline is not real.
"It's you, I thought it was again—"
Before he finished speaking, he stopped his mouth in time, pursed his lips, and swallowed all the remaining words.
Jiang Beiyuan calmly took over her words, "Who is'again'?"
"Nobody... why are you here?"
Yannian stood firm, took two steps back, looked around and didn't see He Huaiguang's shadow, where did this kid go, and was not there every time he needed him.
Her estrangement made him feel a little stunned, Jiang Beiyuan frowned slightly, his voice was faint and cold, "Who are you looking at?"
"what?"
Yannian returned to his senses, blinked, and said the truth: "I'm looking for He Huaiguang."
He Huaiguang appeared as soon as he finished speaking, saying that he had just gone to the bathroom.
Yan Nian handed him the board in his hand and asked him to take it out.
He Huaiguang first greeted Jiang Beiyuan. The latter did not have him, so He Huaiguang focused his attention on the board.
Looking at the words written on it, He Huaiguang laughed heartily, "Xiao Nianzi, or you can do business, if Wen Yu knew that the flowers he gave you were sold by you, would you be angry?"
"..."
Yannian couldn't laugh, but kept winking at He Huaiguang.
Didn't you see Jiang Beiyuan here? It's so good to mention Wen Yu, this guy is really a brain-dead.
He Huaiguang didn't understand the meaning of words and thoughts at all, and his smile continued to expand, "One for three yuan, 999 can sell for three thousand yuan, but you can earn more than you earn a day!"
"There's no end? Go work!"
A man can really be annoyed by him.
He Huaiguang touched his nose before leaving.
Yannian's gaze fell on Jiang Beiyuan again.
He has been looking at her with an uncertain expression, his eyes are dark, deep and thorough, his temperament is cold, arrogant and lonely, and he has three points of spirit, completely without the haziness and naivety of last night.
Jiang Beiyuan, who was drunk and feverish, made Yannian feel full of love.
The sober Jiang Beiyuan standing in front of him now looked at her calmly, making her feel a sense of oppression.
She licked the corner of her mouth and smiled at him, "Are you here for me? Is there anything wrong?"
Oh, yes, they are still in a cold war, right, can't she talk to him in this tone?
But why does she always feel like nothing has happened, is it because seeing him who was different last night made her subconsciously ignore the previous unhappiness?
"I'm not here to find you."
Jiang Beiyuan copied his pocket with one hand, and reached out his hand to point at the flowers next to him, "I'll buy flowers."
Yannian nodded, "What do you want to buy?"
He didn't speak, and paused for a few seconds of silence before he said again, "For a woman, what flowers should I give you?"
Yan Nian dumbfounded.
"You, who are you giving to?"
"Do you care?"
"...Of course I care. I know whether you are sending a little girl, a middle-aged woman or an old lady. Different flowers have different meanings. For example, carnations are given when you visit patients. The representative hopes that she will recover soon."
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her.
Her apricot eyes were filled with water, which seemed to contain a bit of resentment and jealousy, but her clear eyes had always been like spring water, so that he always had the illusion that she liked him.