The Humble Love

"Miss Su, I didn't expect you to be such a gentle person and raise flowers." One of the men in a white suit said so, his hair was almost all combed together.

Su shallow language sees this person like this, have some funny, but she still can't help laughing, "thank you, I just open this florist to kill time." Su said a word, directly to the sky to death.

She arranged the men who were stuck in a table and sat at one place.

"Wait here, and I'll make you some coffee."

"Please, Miss Su."

"Thank you, Miss Su."

As soon as Su Qian Yu walked away, the rich men's eyes were wide and small, and everyone was not convinced.

If Su Qianyu was not the only legal successor of the Maosi group, marrying her would be equivalent to controlling the whole Maosi group. It is probably rare to see such scenes.

Zhang Qingyu stood at the cash register, holding a flower in his hand. Seeing the men at that end, he couldn't help laughing, "what are you laughing at? Go to work quickly."

Su Qianyu sneered at Zhang Qingyu when she passed by.

"Ah, shallow language, don't say it. Uncle's speed is fast enough. He just recognized your daughter, and now he can't wait to marry you out. " Zhang Qingyu talks with Su in the tea room.

Although this florist is just a florist, it has a large space.

In addition to the various types of flowers in the center of the hall, there are special reception rooms, tea rooms, kitchens, greenhouse flower houses, as well as two small rest rooms, and office rooms specially made for Su Qianyu.

It's completely beyond the standard of an ordinary florist.

Su Maoshan's concern for Su's language can be seen in this florist.

If it was not for the sake of conforming to Su Maoshan's mind, Su would not have opened this florist.

"Are you making sarcastic remarks?" Su put the coffee in front of Zhang Qingyu, "why?" Zhang Qingyu looked at the coffee.

"You'll take it to them."

Zhang Qingyu nuogued, "ah, I speak Su shallow language. Do you really treat me as an employee of your florist? I'm just here to save the field. You're going to deliver the tea. I'm a married woman. "

"Married? You're not married yet. " Su shallow language continues to push the plate to Zhang Qingyu, "count me to please you not to become, I don't want to face those men's jackal like eyes."

Su really didn't want to face these people, "OK." Zhang Qingyu in line with the good people to do the end, for Su shallow language will coffee in the past.

Those people see the coffee is not su shallow language, a face is written with loss.

"And Miss Su?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, after this cup of coffee, please leave. This is a florist, not a cafe. " Zhang Qingyu spoke directly, which made the faces of these people unable to hang.

"Ah, you man..."

Zhang Qingyu ignored this group of rich men. After she finished her coffee, she went to water the flowers.

No one paid attention to this group of people, and they left one by one.

It was not until they were all gone that Su came out of her office.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "At last she left."

"Ah." Zhang Qingyu rubbed his shoulder against Su's shallow words, "there are so many tall, rich and handsome people. I think some of them are good-looking, but you don't like them?" Zhang Qingyu half joked.

"Water your flowers, and you talk a lot." Zhang Su has no way to stop her temper.

"Well, as you are, no wonder uncle is worried." Zhang Qingyu poured flowers leisurely, "welcome." Su shallow language someone pushes the door to come in, it is Yang Xichuan who takes you and Siyu back from school.

"Thinking, leisurely."

"Mom."

The two children rushed into Su's arms and said, "good boy, are you happy at school today?"

"Happy." You are older and more sensible, but you don't pester Su Qianyu. Musi language is directly hanging on Su's shoulder, "Mom, is this your new flower shop?"

"Yes."

Youyou was also fascinated by the flowers. She ran to the other side of the flowers, "Auntie sunny rain, what kind of flower is this?"

You pointed to a bunch of beige flowers and asked, "Oh, make one. This is a carnation

"I want to see it, and I want to see it." Mu Siyu is excited to run out of Su's arms and follow you to study the flowers excitedly.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingyu is not only an excellent doctor, but also an excellent gardener. She can accurately say the names of these flowers.

Yang Xichuan came to Su's side, "senior student, thank you today and let you make a special trip to pick them up."

"You're welcome. You and sunny are my best friend and my younger sister. You should be." Yang Xichuan shook the car key in his hand, "by the way, shallow words..." Yang Xichuan had something to say and his face sank."Schoolmaster, what do you want to say?"

"I have received news that there seems to be something wrong with Mu recently." Yang Xichuan knew that he should not have mentioned that person in front of Su Qianyu, but he felt that if he did not speak, Su would have known from other channels sooner or later.

"Oh." Su shallow language just light should a sentence, "I still have some accounts not clear, schoolmaster, I went first." Su finds an excuse to hide in the office.

As soon as she got back to her office, she turned on her computer and searched for domestic news.

Sure enough, as Yang Xichuan said, Mu Jinghan's company had an unprecedented huge economic crisis. Mu's capital chain is broken. If there is no timely capital injection, Mu will encounter economic restructuring.

At that time, Mu will no longer be the Mu family of Mu Jinghan.

Su shallow language powerless to lean on the back of the chair, Mu Jinghan in the mall has never been such a mistake.

Mu Jinghan, what's wrong with you?

Su can't help worrying about the situation of Mu Jinghan, even if Mu Jinghan is in China.

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Domestic.

Mujia villa in s city.

Mu Jinghan is sitting on the dining table. He is the only one eating in such a big restaurant.

"Yao Yao?" Mu Jinghan asked where Su Qiyao had gone. Since returning to China, the relationship between their husband and wife has become more and more harmonious.

He always felt that Su Qiyao was hiding from her, every time he wanted to get close to her.

But every time, Su Qiyao is not easy to accept him, Mu Jinghan himself and retreat.

They are like an invisible barrier between them, blocking the development of their feelings.

"Ma'am, she has a dinner party out tonight and says she won't come back for dinner."

Mu Jinghan doesn't feel comfortable in his family.

"What about words?" After Mu Jinghan returned home, he saw Yan Yan. Although he had forgotten the memory of these years, including the existence of Yan Yan. But when he first saw the child, he was sure that Yan Yan was his son of Mu Jinghan.

These days, Mu Jinghan has been trying to establish a relationship with Yanyan. However, this child is only a teenager, but he is very rebellious, especially Mu Jinghan, when he speaks, his words show great rebellious psychology.

"Young master Yan..." When Guan Jiazheng said it, he came back with his schoolbag on his back.

"Stop!" Yan Yan didn't even call. He planned to go upstairs directly, but was stopped by Mu Jinghan.

"What can I do for you?" The tone of speech is equally impolite.

"Where have you been?" Mu Jinghan was said to be arrogant and made a little angry.

"I went out for a walk."

"Where to go?" Mu Jinghan insisted on breaking the casserole and asking, "I don't want to say that." Yan Yan goes upstairs directly. Mu Jinghan looks at Yan angrily. He lets people stop Yan Yan.

"If you don't say where to go, don't go out tomorrow. You can't even have freedom in class." Mu Jinghan was angry, or shut the words in the room.

"Why do you care about me? Why do you care about me? " The voice of his voice gradually faded away. Mu Jinghan felt his head in a headache and sat down.

"Mr. mu, are you suffering from headache again? Shall I get the medicine? " Mu Jinghan has suffered from migraine since the accident.

"No. Let Yang fight for a while and come to my study. "

"Yes."

Mu Jinghan got up and went back to the study. He sat on the chair in the study and had a rest for a long time. Then he gradually made his head less painful.