Chapter 201 Roses Are a Must

As soon as she got in the car, Wang Daqin saw the ring on her hand, and the feeling of loss in her heart became even stronger.

"Hey, Yan San is such a loser."

She cursed angrily, then took Xuxu's hand and put it in her palm, gently rubbed the diamond on the ring with her thumb, and said happily: "But Ah Heng is a good boy. Although grandma feels very sorry that you and Xiaosheng are not together, she is relieved that you can find a good home. "

Xuxu smiled and remained silent.

The car drove forward slowly. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that the old man must have made arrangements.

The rain is heavy sometimes and light sometimes.

Yan Rusheng was unmotivated and restless, unable to settle down in anything he did.

‘Yan San, today is Xuxu’s birthday. A Heng’s family members are all here to attend her birthday party today. As Xuxu’s mother-in-law, I must be there. It’s up to you. ’

What grandma said to him on the phone an hour ago echoed in his ears.

He was holding a cup filled with thick black coffee, and the pads of his thumbs carelessly rubbed the rim of the cup, like waxed nails glowing elegantly under the white light.

His black jade-like eyes looked into the distance, and the city shrouded in light rain fell into gloom, just like his mood.

'Now please let the groom and bride exchange rings...'

‘The groom may kiss the bride. ’

This is often the case, the more you don't want to think about something, the more it will haunt you.

The rain started again unknowingly, and the raindrops hit the glass, and the sound seemed to encourage his grumpy heart.

Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer and stood up suddenly.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Yan Rusheng lowered his head and packed up the important documents on the table. When he heard the knock on the door, he responded coldly, "Come in."

The door opened and it was his assistant Qiao Jian.

"Mr. Yan, the new project proposal from the Public Relations Department has just been sent over and it is urgent for your signature."

As Qiao Jian spoke, he walked to the opposite side of Yan Rusheng and reached out to hand the document in his hand to him.

Yan Rusheng took it, glanced at it briefly, signed it quickly, and handed it to Qiao Jian again, "I'm leaving first. Don't let anyone come to my office."

"Okay." Qiao Jian nodded, turned around and prepared to leave.

Yan Rusheng suddenly stopped him, "Qiao Jian."

"Yes, Mr. Yan." Qiao Jian turned around hastily and looked at him with a look on his face.

"Um...what should I prepare for a confession?" A blush quickly appeared on Yan Rusheng's handsome face, and he no longer looked so natural.

Only women have always chased him, and for the first time, he racked his brains to think of how to please a woman's heart.

In addition to being unflattering, it's also a bit raw.

Qiao Jian looked at his boss's suddenly red face and wanted to tease him.

But I didn’t have the courage, “Of course there are no less roses.”

"Roses?" Yan Rusheng frowned and asked uncertainly, "What is the success rate of sending roses?"

That stupid woman likes roses? If she likes it, he can give her a rose manor.

Forget it, let’s give her a few flowers first to get down to business.

Assistant Qiao was confused, "Hasn't Mr. Yan and Secretary Wen already reached the stage of buying a wedding ring?"

Why do you still need to confess? Are you worried about the success rate?

After asking, Young Master Yan didn't wait for an answer, but he rushed to answer for him, "I understand, the president is proposing, and the proposal roses are indispensable."