The 99th Divorce

"Which sir?"

However, before the little boy answered, he smiled and ran away.

Su Qianci looked down at the calla lily in his hand, smiled slightly, and shouted with a loud voice: "Mr. Lu, stop playing, I know it is you!"

It was just that there were brisk footsteps in front of me again, this time as a girl, "The flower language of forget-me-not, is eternal love."

Su Qianci took it, and the girl quickly ran away. After a while, another girl ran and handed her a purple tulip.

"Purple tulip is your endless love for you."

When I walked away, there was always someone who came over and handed her a beautiful and fresh flower.

"White Lotus represents the sincerity and sincerity of Mr. White, the purest and purest faith."

"The honeysuckle flower language is 'I want to give you all the best of me'."

"The bellflower represents the most loyal and sincere love of your husband to you."

"Lavender represents the protection of gratitude."

"99 Lilies are willing to stay with you for a long time and a hundred years of harmony."

...

This was the day Su Qianci had heard the most flower words. The more he received their flowers, the more he felt guilty.

Su Qianci looked at the large bouquet of flowers in his hand, and felt even more guilty for Lu Yihan.

Today, she asked Lu Yihan to come out and wanted to tell him to repent.

but……

Why did Lu Yihan do this?

This tells her how to speak next?

There were more and more people watching around. Everyone thought Su Qianci would be happy, but after seeing her expression, they all looked at each other.

Someone picked up the phone to take a video, and suddenly, there was a cry of exclamation around.

I saw a beautiful bicycle riding across from where Su Qianci stood.

The body of the bicycle is transparent, and each rider entered the square with a basket full of red roses.

Each basket is full of dangdang, fresh and beautiful, and a light fragrance quickly floated away.

The cyclist stopped next to Su Qianci, and the bicycles stopped one by one quickly around the edge of the square.

Five, ten, fifteen ... The number of riders' bicycles is constantly increasing, and a basket of fiery red roses is carried to the center of the main square.

Each flower is bright red, fresh and energetic.

There was exclamation around, shocking:

"Brother Word, with so many roses, wouldn't it be 9999?"

"You are stupid, how is it possible, certainly more than that! Then there are at least 999 flowers in each basket, damn, not finished yet? How many are there?"

"Snapshot video on Weibo, too local! This too!"

...

Su Qianci looked at those riders who kept entering in shock.

Those full flower baskets were placed in the center of the square, one bike went out, and another bike came in. Within a short time, dozens of flower baskets had been placed.

Someone was counting and shouting: "88, 89, 90 ... 97, 98, 99, 100!"

After losing the last number, everyone sighed with relief and shouted: "Finally finished! Oh my God, this is the first time I have seen so many flowers in my life!"

"Qianqian." Lu Yihan's voice came from behind Su Qianci.

Su Qianci heard this sound, his back stiffened.

I looked at the large bouquet of flowers held in my hand, and the sea of ​​fire roses filled with a square in front of me. My heart was more like being caught by a devil, and I was uncomfortably speechless.