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"What the hell is lily of the valley?" Zhang Xiaojian looked at the bouquet of white bones with sleepy eyes and searched in his mind, confirming that he had never heard of this kind of flower.

Gao Qingsong only learned the meaning of this flower last night, he said with a smile on his face: "Lily of the valley's flower language is the return of happiness."

The keen Zhang Xiaojian smelled a different breath. He looked at Gao Qingsong's nineteen-year-old Chinese character face, and his face with a slightly confusing smile, and said seriously: "I am not, don't get me wrong."

Gao Qingsong shook her hand holding the flower: "..."

What does this mean?

I'm?

He said angrily: "Neither am I."

"No, aren't you? You didn't you run over in the morning to send me flowers?"

"I'm really not, listen to me."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Xiaojian stepped back, stepped back into the room, raised his hand, and made a traffic police stop gesture: "Say it here, keep a safe distance."

Looking at Zhang Xiaojian's unconcealed expression of disgust, Gao Qingsong took a deep breath and explained: "I said the words of this flower are the return of happiness..."

Zhang Xiaojian got goose bumps and immediately interrupted: "Don't, you old man and I are happy, whoever you like to find happiness, and whoever is happy, don't go to my door to read flowers, I can't bear it. "

After saying this, Zhang Xiaojian felt that it was not so good. He explained: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to discriminate against you, but I really, no, yes!"

Gao Qingsong's face was green.

He scolded Wang Wan'er ten thousand times in his heart.

He received a message from Wang Wan'er at midnight last night. Wang Wan'er asked him to send this bunch of lilies of the valley to Zhang Xiaojian before 8 o'clock this morning, and also sent the address of Zhang Xiaojian's home.

When she came, Wang Wan'er also asked: "Don't be too obvious, just say that I heard Su Yu and you last night that he had just broken up recently, so I sent this bunch to him, and I wish him a happy return."

As the only bridgehead pursuing Su Yu's tough battle, Wang Wan'er is of course Gao Qingsong's young mother now. She talks about the east and the east. She says that the west must be the west.

Therefore, Gao Qingsong got up early and knocked on the doors of several flower shops, and finally bought this bunch of lilies of the valley, but was misunderstood....

He wanted to cry without tears now, so he had to speak as fast as he could: "Yesterday Su Yu talked about your recent breakup. Wan'er and I were thinking that somehow we are also friends, so I sent you a bunch of flowers to express it. Mind, can you stop thinking about it?"

Zhang Xiaojian let out a sigh of relief. It turned out to be something like this: "You said it earlier, my heart speeded up when I was scared."

"You have to let me say, you interrupt me every time I am about to explain!"

"Well, that's my fault."

Zhang Xiaojian turned sideways and raised his hand: "Enter the room."

Gao Qingsong walked into Zhang Xiaojian's ruined house and frowned first.

Obviously, he felt that the house in front of him and Zhang Xiaojian's worth obviously did not match, so he couldn't help asking: "Why do you live in such a shabby place?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't answer his question. He kept looking at Gao Qingsong, lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, are you really?"

Gao Qingsong's forehead blue veins violently: "Zhang Xiaojian, you are really cheap."

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Stuffed with a pot of rice, I took out the dishes that Su Yu and Bai Yang had brought the day before but hadn't touched them from the refrigerator and heated them again.

Zhang Xiaojian put the food on the table and handed a pair of chopsticks to Gao Qingsong, who was sure it was not.

"I ask a question."

Gao Qingsong said: "You ask."

Zhang Xiaojian wondered: "You are young and wealthy, do you give flowers if nothing happens?"

Gao Qingsong's mouth twitched: "You seem to have no money."

Zhang Xiaojian said frankly: "I used to have no money. I only got rich recently. Otherwise, how could I live here?

Gao Qingsong remembered that Su Yu jokingly said yesterday that Zhang Xiaojian's father died, and left a large inheritance to him.

It seems like it's not a joke now.

So he had to answer: "It's not often sent, there must be a reason."

"Ok."

Zhang Xiaojian picked up a piece of boiled fish fillet that had been kept in the refrigerator for a day and night and ate it. It felt more delicious, very good.

Gao Qingsong also started to eat. After only a few bites, he put down his chopsticks. Obviously, eating was only polite. He really didn't like leftovers. Even if some dishes were left over and left for a while, they would taste better.

Soon Zhang Xiaojian finished a bowl of rice, looked at Gao Qingsong and did not force him to continue eating, and asked, "Are you okay today?"

Gao Qingsong thought whether he can rely on Wang Wan'er as the bridgehead depends on how much he can help Wang Wan'er, so his answer is: "I'm fine every day."

Zhang Xiaojian slapped the table: "That's just right."

"What's right?"

As the saying goes, who doesn't have two rich friends?

Before yesterday, Zhang Xiaojian really didn't have it. Judging from his previous class and the circle of contacts, he was really a civilian.

He desperately needs a second-generation brother friend like Gao Qingsong.

In this way, he can know more conveniently and quickly that the hotel in Jiangcheng is the most expensive, the room price is the highest, the night market is the hottest, and of course where the girls are the hottest.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't hide it, "I want to buy a house today."

Of course, Gao Qingsong knows how to listen: "Okay, I know a few high-end properties have just opened, and the environment and facilities are all good."

Zhang Xiaojian was delighted, so he wouldn't have to bother to check it himself. He said, "But first, I have to pick up my second aunt. My second aunt is my mother, who was raised by me since I was a child."

Gao Qingsong nodded: "Let's go."

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the leftovers and beckoned: "Come on, let's clean up together."

Gao Qingsong: "..." As the second generation ancestor, he has never done this kind of rough work since he was a child, let alone washing dishes, but he has never even touched a rag.

Holding back his discomfort, Gao Qingsong helped Zhang Xiaojian clean up.

Zhang Xiaojian said, "Wait a while." Then he entered the house and carried a large schoolbag out.

Seeing this schoolbag about the size of a travel backpack and its heavy fall, Gao Qingsong wondered: "What do you carry on your back, it looks heavy."

Zhang Xiaojian put on the Adi Qingfeng running shoes he bought yesterday, and said, "Money."

"..." Gao Qingsong.

How much is this big schoolbag? It's almost two million, if not to mention.

I have to say that Gao Qingsong's vision is indeed vicious, but he does not understand: "It's not enough to bring a card. With so much cash, don't you think it is too heavy?"

Zhang Xiaojian fastened his shoelaces: "No, I plan to put it in the trunk of the car. It will be convenient when it is spent."

Gao Qingsong's face twitched, and he thought that although he was not a top rich second-generation, his pocket money of 50,000 to 60,000 in January was enough for him to be happy and handsome.

At one time he thought he was a rich man, but now he seems to be a rich man, but just a kid with a little more pocket money.