Gong Sheng looked at the photo and Yun Qiao smiled slightly, and said in a sour tone: "I've collected a few broken grasses, so happy that I'm so happy? Haven't she seen flowers before?!"

Zhang Bo stood beside him, stood with his hands down, and held back his smile: "Sir, Miss Xiao Qiao may just simply like flowers."

Gong Sheng was silent for a while, staring at the photo. The name of the gift giver on the lavender bouquet card was signed. You need excellent eyesight to recognize that it was a handwritten letter "h".

Who is H?

A man's shadow flashed through his mind.

Huo Qing Bronze?

That young man?

Isn’t the abbreviation of the character Huo just a “h”?

Ho, sure enough.

The stinky brat named Huo stared at his woman.

Don’t think that he doesn’t know Huo Qingtong’s background, isn’t he just an illegitimate son who came out of the Huo family? After his father died, he never fought against his half-brother, and was driven out and never recognized by the Huo family?

Now that he is a little famous as a young actor, he is self-inflated and dares to pursue his palace saint?

Gong Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Scan the small box of inconspicuous lavender in the photo: "Now girls like this kind of thing?"

Zhang Bo thought about it and came up with an idea: "Not necessarily, President, she may prefer the flowers you gave you."

Gong Sheng threw the photo back to Zhang Bo like a hot potato: "I don't like this."

Giving flowers to a girl with great care is not consistent with him.

As the president of a country, how could he pursue girls like a wealthy illegitimate child?

Too unstyled.

Uncle Zhang did not continue to persuade him, but silently put away the photos.

He had a premonition that the President would not have exposed this matter casually.

really.

It's almost time to get off work.

Gong Sheng told him: "Go to the flower room in the back garden, choose a peony and send it to her."

He threw a box to Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Bo was amazed at his tongue. This box was a collection-level brush used by the President to hold his beloved collection. The silk tray dragon embroidered brocade box and the fragrant cloud yarn lining were quite exquisite and expensive. It was specially made by handcrafters for him. It was unique.

The President actually used it to pretend to be a peony flower to make Miss Xiao Qiao happy!

Moreover, others don’t know, but he knows very well that the peony flowers in the back garden were very precious varieties planted by the President himself.

Sure enough, if the President is not romantic, it will be overwhelming once it becomes romantic.

Zhang Bole went to pick flowers and packed them.

Then I found that there was a small card in the box.

He glanced at him and his old face turned red.

Oh my, the President’s ability to flirt with girls is much more awesome than he thought…

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After Yun Qiao finished filming, it was already late.

She looked at Zhao Xiaoyue's little face and ran towards her with a blushing face, holding another box in her hand, and couldn't help but feel surprised: "What's wrong? Have you collected flowers too?"

Zhao Xiaoyue shook her head violently: "No, no, no, it's yours. Sister Qiao Qiao, this time it's amazing. This box looks so valuable. I'm so afraid of being knocked out and touched, so I don't dare to move around. I keep holding it and sitting there waiting for you, for fear that others will break it if they are ignorant..."

Yun Qiao looked over at first glance.

It is completely different from the previous lavender paper box. The box in front of me is made of brocade, and the brocade is of good quality...
Chapter completed!