Chapter 77: warm color

Although she doesn't have a sense of urgency even if there are no guests, but if you have a guest, you must be entertained.
Since opening the store, I always hope that the business will be prosperous and the source of customers will be booming.
Lin Xingqing was still sleepy for the first second, but she quickly got up from the wooden sofa one second later, with her long hair lightly draped, her eyes full, her figure light, and her mouth smiling, that look like that. It is the most gracious and qualified welcoming look.
Everything happened extremely fast. When Lin Xingqing finished everything, the guest just pushed in.
What would the first guest look like?
Although it was too short for her to think about it for a short time, Aihua would come to this newly opened store, thinking that she should be about the same age as her.
Lin Xingqing thought almost surely, but when the door opened, she knew she had guessed wrong.
Slightly wrinkled, a well-maintained hand is pushing through the door, as you can see, a fit and expensive suit, well-organized silver long hair curled up behind him, and his face can be seen faintly Some wrinkles.
It was an old man with elegant clothes and excellent maintenance.
The old man's appearance ...
When facing the old man's eyes, Lin Xingqing's eyes flashed a surprise, but the very fast surprise was pressed down by her again, her eyes slightly dropped, and the smile on her face grew a bit bigger, Fake a few points:
"Hello, can I help you?"
The slightly magnetic female voice was polite and made the appearance of the most enthusiastic store.
The old man who has been looking at Lin Xingqing since he came in, looks like he can't bear it with a bit of surprise and excitement, nostalgia, but with Lin Xingqing's words, the old man's gaze slowly converged.
"Your shop is newly opened?"
Even though she knew that Lin Xingqing had never seen her, she slowly smiled and her voice was mild, and at the moment, she was an extremely kind old man.
But when Lin Xingqing's eyes swept, and looked at the old man's eyes, his hands clenched silently.
It looks more and more like it.
"Yes, I don't know what your needs are?
This shop can match the bouquets according to your needs, or you can choose according to your own preferences, each flower is the freshest state. "
In Lin Xingqing's words, the old man seemed to walk around very casually, until the pink carnations on the right side, which were placed on the stone frame, were very bright and open. The pink petals look like very interesting, opening their heads slightly:
"These flowers look exactly like you said in terms of color, but what is this flower and looks beautiful? What does its flower language mean?"
The old man's words and expressions have no problem at all.
But at this moment, Lin Xingqing clenched the lips without knowing it. After a few seconds, the words came out slowly:
"This is a carnation, and the flower language represents: maternal love, generally the best flowers for mothers."
"Oh, does it mean maternal love?
I do n’t know, girl, did you also give this flower to your mother? "
The old man still spoke in the most gentle tone, but when the old man said this, Lin Xingqing breathed hard several times, and the emotions in his heart that instantly suppressed the rollover seemed to break through the last obstacle and come out. , Attacking the people in front of him with the most courageous force.
But in the end, when Lin Xingqing raised his eyes, he looked at the old man even though it was well maintained, but he still had a better face than his peers. When the two eyes met again, they looked at the old man ’s eyes. Like the color of extreme anticipation, those tumbling, extremely brave emotions were suppressed by her extremely hard.
"Sorry, this is my personal question. It is inconvenient to answer. I wonder if you have picked the flowers. Do you need me to wrap it for you?"
Lin Xingqing's lips were extremely flamboyant at the moment. The eyes seemed to have a little light due to patience, but like the polite words, from inside to outside, she was exuding a message thousands of miles away.
The old man gripped some painful hands and slowly released the room after a few seconds. The pain in his eyes was slowly pressed back by her.
"Well, this is it."
"Ok."
"A total of 169 yuan, how are you going to pay?"
"cash."
"Okay, this is your change, please collect it."
"Ok."
"Is there any other need?"
"No more."
"Then wish you all the best, goodbye."
The old man was holding the wonderful bouquet of flowers. At that pace, she was about to walk out of the door and stopped again. She turned her head slightly, hitting her face in the sunlight, making a slightly blurred light room, and the words were slightly dull. : "Girl, when I look at you, I'm very desperate. I don't know your name. Is it convenient for me to tell me?"
Lin Xingqing paused slightly, her narrow and long eyes flickered slightly, her lips slightly tickled, and she smiled lightly.
"That's my honor, but the name doesn't matter. If you want to come later, just call me Xiao Lin."
"Kobayashi?"
"Ok."
"... Well, goodbye Xiao Lin."
"Goodbye."
This time, the old man finally pulled out the door.
"Welcome to you next time."
That belonged to Lin Xingqing himself, and the recorded clear voice was played out and rang for a long time.
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Porch ~
Until the moment when the figure disappeared completely, it seemed like he had lost all his strength. Lin Xingqing sat back heavily on the sofa, stroked his forehead with his head hanging down, and exhaled for a long time.
The old man who came here today actually recognized it at first glance.
Who calls her and Zhang Huilin and she have a pair of very similar eyes.
The old man was Shu Si, Zhang Huilin's mother.
Compared with Zhang Huilin's two newspapers published three days ago, Zhang Father is the president of the Zhang Group. He can be seen in the newspaper news almost from time to time. Shu Si is almost an extremely quiet existence.
To see her information, it was really Lin Xingqing's almost magical obstacle that she accidentally turned over when she wanted to find Zhang Huilin's information.
It was a somewhat old news. In the news, Shu Si was holding a critically ill child and wept silently.
It was a charity news. Shu Si has been doing all she can to help children who are seriously ill. The news is also because she has sponsored children who have been for four years, and they have not passed the illness and will die.
"Child, may heaven not be sick."
When the old man was in tears, elegantly dressed, but completely carelessly holding the child's picture in front of her, when the words that were only icy words flashed in front of her, Lin Xingqing only felt astringent.
But one or two pieces of news later sporadically, Shu Si is still doing charity, dressed in a low-key, and his face is kind and amiable.
This is a good person.
At that moment, the only thing left in Lin Deqing's mind was such a thought.
And because of this, she couldn't express her emotions as unscrupulously as she did to Zhang Huilin, even if she knew that the old man was tempting some information, but she still couldn't.
Because, for some reason, she knew that the old man would be sad if she really let herself go.
In the face of such an old man, she can't do it at all, and she can't hurt her heart at all.
Whether she recognizes Zhang Huilin or not.
Shusi she is also her grandmother.
Well, maybe this is a name she can never call out.
Lin Xingqing held that posture for a long time while her mind was flowing. After calming down, she took care of Li Huaer and so on and forced herself to sleep on a wooden sofa.
Perhaps it was really the first day of the new store's relationship, and no one came after that.
But after Shu Si's troubles, for this result, Lin Xingqing is simply the best.
In the low twilight of the evening, when Lin Xingqing was lazy and unwilling to move, her crisp hello that belonged to the recording sounded again, and Fang Xia figure pushed in with a touch of suppressed joy.
"Boss Lin, after work, the staff will pick you up."
Along with the slightly ridiculous voice, Lin Xingqing looked up and looked at the warm figure illuminated in the dim yellow light. She almost rushed into Fang Xia's arms and then hugged Fang Xia .
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