It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 175 Valentine's Day

Qiao Yue had no choice but to stop the car.

The bouquet of roses in front of her was fiery red and gorgeous, and it looked like it should be packaged with 99 roses.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Shen Zheyi said in a low voice.

The scorching breath sprayed into her ears, and Qiao Yue subconsciously hid.

Shen Zheyi sat at the back of her car, and didn't see the light in her eyes.

This flower looks gorgeous.

Like her very much.

When she is gorgeous, she is not restrained at all.

Qiao Yue subconsciously pushed the bouquet of flowers away, but another hand with strong knuckles stretched out, holding a light white gift box with golden letters stamped on it.

She had seen this brand in a magazine.

I also know its value.

"Happy birthday." He whispered.

On this day, the streets and alleys are full of lovers.

Someone passed by and glanced at them, but couldn't bear to eat the stranger's dog food and hurried over.

Qiao Yue got off the car and faced Shen Zheyi, "Thank you, but I can't take it."

Shen Zheyi: "Give me an explanation."

It is not difficult to explain.

"I'm allergic to roses and it's not my birthday."

Flowers cannot be harvested.

I can't accept that gift box either.

Shen Zheyi lowered his head, the broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow, covering his dim eyes.

He took the roses back, but not the gift box.

"It's customized for you. It can't be returned. It's useless to return it to me. How about some face?"

Qiao Yue still didn't answer, "It's too expensive."

She also likes things from luxury brands, but her purchasing power is limited, and she is not a spender.

"Qiao Yue," Shen Zheyi suddenly grabbed her hand, and said very calmly, "If it's not expensive, it won't be worthy of you."

The box was placed in her hand.

"It's yours now. You can throw it away, but you can't return it to me."

Rich people have a stink problem. What they give away is the water that is thrown out.

Even if you die, you won't take it back.

Qiao Yue looked at the gift box lying quietly in her hand, and raised her eyes to look at the other party, but Young Master Shen thought it was another signal to return his things, so she turned around, waved her hand, and left.

Qiao Yue: "..."

She looked at the box in her hand, she didn't throw it away, and it didn't matter if she didn't throw it away.

Get in the car, put the box in the bag, and drive into the community.

After getting closer, I realized that there was also a person standing at the door of the house. That tall and tall figure looked familiar.

The person who came was wearing a decent black suit with a well-tied tie and a very successful hairstyle. He wore a watch with a gold strap on his wrist, which was a familiar brand.

What she wore on her face was no longer the pair of black-rimmed glasses in her impression, but a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which matched her refined temperament, giving her the feeling of a gentle scum.

Most importantly, the other party exuded an aura of nouveau riche.

It was suffocating.

If it wasn't for that familiar face, Qiao Yue must have thought that this person changed after he went to a university.

Complete enough.

Qiao Yue stopped the car, and the other party came over to take off her hat.

"surprise."

When she realized it, there was already a bouquet of roses in her arms.

Red.

Coquettish red.

The other party hugged her across a bouquet of roses, and Qiao Yue hugged her back.

"When did you come back?" She asked, but her eyes fell on the bouquet of red roses, her expression unclear.

"Actually, I haven't been two hours since I got off the plane." The other party said slowly.

(End of this chapter)