Qiao Han’s face was black.
She stared at Zhan Haoyu, and said coldly: “Mr. Zhan, what do you mean?”
The carefully prepared gift for her is a bouquet of roses?
It’s not that she doesn’t like bouquets.
What did Zhan Haoyu send her flowers for?
If she is sick and hospitalized now, Zhan Haoyu will send her a bouquet of flowers, which makes sense.
She behaved well, and Zhan Haoyu sent flowers, giving the impression that Zhan Haoyu was confessing his love to her.
Hell, she’s still a man now.
How could Zhan Haoyu confess his love to her?
He’s not gay.
“It’s nothing interesting, but when I passed by the flower shop, I saw the beautiful roses they just came back from, so I bought a bouquet, but I didn’t know who to give it to. I knew Mr. Qiao the most in Jiangcheng, so I had to give it to Mr. Qiao. The bouquet is for Mr. Joe.”
Zhan Haoyu was turned into a hornet’s nest by Qiao Han, he was not afraid, he maintained a good demeanor, and explained a few words with a smile.
It’s just his explanation, and ghosts don’t believe him.
Qiao Han didn’t believe it, so she made up with this excuse, but she rejected the bouquet of flowers.
“Thank you Mr. Zhan for the bouquet. I don’t like bouquets. If Mr. Zhan can’t find someone to give it to, and whoever looks good in my company, I can give her the bouquet.”
Qiao Han said that he was about to pass Zhan Haoyu and leave.
She was really caught off guard by Zhan Haoyu’s sudden bouquet of flowers. If she hadn’t been steady, she would have exposed her flaws long ago.
Zhan Haoyu followed her with a bouquet, and smiled as he walked: “I think Mr. Qiao is the most pleasing to the eye in Jiangcheng, so this bouquet of flowers is still for Mr. Qiao. Mr. Qiao needs a bunch of flowers in his office. breath.”
“As long as I am alive, there will be breath in my office. I don’t need a bouquet of flowers to add some breath. It’s not spring.”
Putting a bouquet of flowers in her office in spring, adding some spring breath to her office, makes sense.
Zhan Haoyu laughed, “Mr. Qiao is really humorous.”
Qiao Han returned to her office.
The cheeky Zhan Haoyu naturally followed into her office. Qiao Han wanted to stop him, and instinctively wanted to close the office door, but Zhan Haoyu moved faster than her. When she wanted to close the door, Zhan Haoyu’s foot has stepped in.
Qiao Han had no choice but to give up.
After Zhan Haoyu came in, he closed the door of the office to cut off the prying eyes of the outside world, so as not to prevent Qiao Han from getting thin-skinned and blushing.
A group of senior managers still standing at the door of the meeting room, you look at me, I look at yours.
I don’t know who took the lead, so everyone left, but when they left, they all took their steps lightly, and they stopped discussing the topics they were discussing, and they all left the top floor quickly.
As for how they will discuss it after they leave the top floor, I don’t know.
Qiao Han knew that Zhan Haoyu’s bouquet of flowers made her a hot topic in the company.
Everyone is really talking about it.