Sun Zhenzhen is discharged from the hospital.

To avoid a man with a brain disorder.

But when she paid to get out of the taxi, she accidentally turned around and saw a red bag sports car not far away from her. Some annoying guy came with her.

Haunted!

Sun Zhenzhen glared at him fiercely, slammed the taxi door and walked towards the apartment building.

Yang Yilin, who whistled beside the car body, didn't worry at all. Seeing her tall figure escape into the unit building, she slowly took out her mobile phone from the leather pocket.

"Lanlong international apartment, unit 1, building 15, 502, please rent it for me."

Sun Zhenzhen lives in 501. He has been checked.

He chooses her opposite door, hum, as long as she can see him as soon as she opens the door, even if she is angry, she is also very angry.

Think of his heart.

Who let the dead woman beat him again and again?

Yang Ye's face is also what you can hit at will?

He thinks that there is no woman he can't take. This time, he thinks that a different way of thinking... Sun Zhen went upstairs and looked down from the balcony. The red color of the burning bag is still there, but the figure of Yang Yilin is missing.

She was curious. Where are people going? It's not catching up, is it?

But I'm not afraid to catch up with her. I'll take her directly to the operating room.

Just when sun Zhenzhen was immersed in his reverie and complacent, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Hey!

How dare he come?

I don't want to kill you today?

Grabbing the vase on the table, she angrily walked towards the door.

When the door opened, the man in red vest appeared at the door with flowers in his hands.

For sun Zhenzhen to dry frame posture scared not light, definitely looked at her two seconds later, just shivering of holding flowers said: "Miss Sun, your flowers, please sign for it."

Sun Zhenzhen was also stunned. She never dreamed that it was the little brother who sent flowers to her door.

Embarrassed, she hid the vase behind her. She took the flower from her brother's hand. "Thank you!"

Then he closed the door without signing the words.

Little brother looked at the closed door and the card in his hand, and finally he chose not to knock on the door and left.

That posture, a bottle is killing him!

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the little brother who sent the flowers left, and Sun Zhen, who was peeping through the cat's eyes on the door plank, was relieved.

That's when all the attention is focused on a big handful of flowers in my arms.

The red roses with good package are delicate and beautiful.

Sun Zhenzhen received this kind of thing for the first time. He had an unreal feeling in his arms.

After a few seconds, she began to think about a very important question, who is so boring to send flowers to her?

After thinking for a while, she didn't think of a suitable person. Her white face suddenly changed. She strode towards the balcony and looked at the bottom of the building through the bright glass.

I saw a man who was just leaning on the car, waving at her with a smile.

The white face suddenly turned to iron blue. If she wasn't worried about throwing flowers down the stairs and hitting irrelevant people, she would really like to throw her words on his face.

Staring at him for a few seconds, sun Zhenzhen turned around and left the balcony. He threw a bunch of roses into the garbage can and walked into the bedroom without looking back.

Seeing the tall figure on the balcony disappear, Yang Yilin, who was standing downstairs with his head up, tilted his mouth and said, "I don't believe it. Can I take you?"

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