Madam, your boss is super paranoid

Chapter 525 Seventh Master, I spend more money than Young Madam

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Mu Shengwan couldn't help raising his eyes and glanced at the figure again, wanting to see who it was, but when he raised his eyes, the figure had long since disappeared. This person is really strange, he was just sending flowers, why did he run so fast?
After Ji Heng came back, he whispered, "Master Qi, I gave you a hundred flowers."

Fu Beichen just spit out two words coldly: "Less."

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Ji Heng secretly wiped off a lot of sweat, and there were not even half of the flowers in front of her.

It's just this sentence, he dare not say it.

"Then I'll deliver it later?" Ji Heng asked cautiously.

Fu Beichen just nodded.

Ji Heng heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the stage where Mu Shengwan was, and was ready to send flowers after seeing it.

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When Chi Feng rushed over, he recognized Mu Shengwan on the stage and the roses on the stage at a glance. He glanced at the crowd suspiciously. Many people were buying roses.

After he asked the staff to find out the situation, he immediately took out his mobile phone and paid for it. After buying a hundred roses, he walked to the stage with a flower basket in his hand and placed the flower basket on the stage. In order not to let Mu Shengwan see him, he Quickly hid in the crowd, watched her play the piano secretly, and listened to her short sentences that pierced the heart.

When Mu Shengwan lowered his eyes, he saw another basket of roses in front of him. He glanced around, but he didn't know who gave it to him. Are rich people giving things so low-key now?
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Lan Qian is an art student, so she is best at painting.

In the past two years, she didn't have many opportunities to hold a paintbrush, because she was not in the mood to hold a paintbrush. She just set up an easel occasionally.

Because of that person.

On the white paper, the sun is just right, the breeze is blowing, and a row of weeping willows flutter wantonly by the lake.

The sun shines on the lake, sparkling.

In Lan Qian's brush, the painting is a person, a girl with a high ponytail, the body has not been drawn yet.

There are also many people around the stage, and there are many people who spend money to buy flowers.

There were also quite a few roses on Lanqian's stage, but compared to Mu Shengwan's, she was only a fraction of them, because Mu Shengwan's two bosses gave a hundred roses.

At this moment, a limited-edition Bentley was parked not far away, and a man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting inside. His bony fingers were lowered, his hairstyle was meticulous, his stern cheeks did not change much, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes pierced through the eyes. Looking at the stage through the car window, the eyes of the person who is painting are shining.

"Boos, Miss Lan's stage flowers are much less than that of Tang Wan, do you need me to send some?" Special assistant Luo Xin asked in a low voice.

The man called Boos nodded his head: "Yeah."

Luo Xin got the order to open the car door and get out immediately. He also wore a pair of sunglasses to prevent people from recognizing him.

Luo Xin walked up to the staff member who was carrying the flower basket, "Five hundred flowers." Then he took out his mobile phone to pay, and then said: "Send it to that Huahua."

The staff didn't recognize Luo Xin. Someone bought so many flowers and asked her to give them away. She was also happy because there was a commission, and she was just helping to give it away. It was a trivial matter.

Lan Qian's attention was all on the painting in front of her, and she didn't know that there were five baskets of roses behind her.

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Seeing that someone from Lan Qian suddenly sent five hundred roses at once, Ji Heng couldn't stand still, and before Fu Beichen could speak, he asked first, "Master Qi, how about I send a thousand roses?"

　Cough cough, they are all rich! [The author who is so poor that he eats dirt, hides in a corner and shivering]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)