A Rolls-Royce led the parade, leading a vast fleet of floats from the flower market to the Shangri-La Hotel in the city.

At this time, Tongbao was tired from crying and had fallen asleep in his mother's arms. But from time to time he would murmur in his sleep, "I don't want Daddy, Daddy is a bad person."

Luo Shihan's eyes were red and her heart was like a knife.

There was a knock on the door of the hotel suddenly. Fengxian looked at the lonely sister-in-law and took the initiative to get up and open the door.

"Sister-in-law, come quickly."

Hearing Fengxian's exclamation, Luo Shihan put Tong Bao on the bed and walked out.

Outside the door is a sea of ​​bright red roses.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of petals, and white floats were tied along both sides of the road. Inside the floats were heart-shaped roses.

Fengxian looked infatuated, "It's so romantic. If he really comes for me, I will marry him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Zhan Han came striding in high spirits from the stairs at the corner.

Fengxian quickly covered her mouth, swallowed her words, "Pretend I didn't say it." Then she ran into the house.

I counted eleven floats in total.

Fengxian stared at the bell in shock, "How many roses do we need?"

Luo Shihan looked at Fengxian and said with a smile, "Which dandy has taken a liking to you again?"

"Can't you see? I'm pursuing you."

Luo Shihan had a headache and pinched her forehead. "Master Zhan, the rose will wither. I'm sorry that I can't accept this short-term passionate love."

After Luo Shihan finished speaking, she turned around and entered the house, slamming the door shut.

When Luo Shihan saw Lord Zhan Han, there was a hint of confusion in her dark glass pupils.

"Master Zhan, what are you doing?" Luo Shihan really couldn't understand the purpose of his troubles.

Lord Zhan Han stood in front of her with his hands in his trouser pockets, his lazy expression showing the nobility of a prince.

He can guarantee that Luo Shihan will die without a burial place.

Zhan Hanjue glared at Guan Xiao, who walked over in fear.

"Didn't you say that the dandy Zhan Tingjun is a sure shot at chasing women?" Zhan Hanjue said with a sullen face.

Zhan Hanjue's plan to send flowers completely failed.

Guan Xiao looked at the CEO who was turned away, dumbfounded.

The only person in this world who dares to embarrass the CEO is Luo Shihan.

"Call the door." Zhan Hanjue said coldly.

Guan Xiao rang the doorbell.

No one responded.

Guan Xiao drooped his head, "President, the women Zhan Ye usually pursues are internet celebrities. Maybe that style is not suitable for women from good families."

Zhan Hanjue thought about it for a while, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Also, how come his zhengling is the same as those vulgar fans?

Fengxian held her chin with one hand and looked at Luo Shihan suspiciously.

"My brother, with his solitary personality, would actually give flowers to girls. This is really the flowering of a thousand-year-old iron tree. Sister-in-law, my brother is not in love with you, is he?"

Luo Shihan smiled bitterly, "His attitude towards me is indeed not as bad as before, but I guess he is caring about his child's face. He doesn't really like me."

Guan Xiao's face turned a little gray, and he glanced at the CEO secretly. The CEO didn't let him stop, so Guan Xiao had no choice but to continue pressing the button.

The doorbell keeps ringing.

inside the house.

Zhan Fengxian's eyes darkened, she knew that her eldest brother liked Sister Zheng Ling, it was a love that broke her bones and hurt her heart.

For a person like my eldest brother, his favorite things have always stayed the same since he was a child, and he is never willing to throw away things he has used. It is impossible for him to forget Sister Zhengling so quickly.


Chapter completed!