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< br >Chapter 345 < br >Zhan Yin looked at Haitong in silence for a moment. She really stopped talking, turned around and left. < br >Haitong opened her mouth to stop him, but gave up again. He didn't want to say it. Even if she pried his mouth open, he wouldn't say it. < br >"the most annoying thing is to stop talking, so can't you just say it?" < br >Haitong complained angrily by Zhan Yin's stuffy mouth. < br >people are curious. He is so eager to talk that he brings out her curiosity, always wondering what he wants to say to her. < br >within two minutes, the man who was ready to talk came in with a bunch of flowers in his arms. < br >Haitong looked at him blankly. < br >I can't believe Zhan Yin is holding a bouquet of flowers. < br >she rubbed her eyes and saw that it was indeed her husband. < br >does he want to send her flowers? < br >inexplicably, Haitong's heart beats faster and her nerves all over her body are suddenly taut. Damn it, she is very nervous! < br >the bouquet of flowers was not handed directly in front of her, but was placed on the cashier by the big hands. She heard the man who cherished the word as gold and said, "passing by the florist, I saw that the flowers inside were very beautiful, so I bought you a bunch of flowers with no other meaning." < br >and without waiting for her to react, he turned straight, raised his legs, took a big stride, and left. < br >that action was done in one fell swoop. < br >I was afraid that if I paused for a few more seconds, she would pick up the bouquet and slap him in the face. < br >"Mr. Zhan." < br >Haitong regained consciousness, rushed out instinctively and called him out. < br >then she saw Zhan Yin getting into the car and driving away as if she were being chased by a ghost. In the blink of an eye, the car was gone. < br >Haitong: ". < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []) .ush ({}); < br >for a long time, she sighed," the action was like lightning. I felt inferior to myself. " < br >when she thought about it, she thought it was funny again, and then she couldn't control her smile and laughed. < br >Zhan Yin, sometimes it's really funny. < br >having laughed enough, Haitong returned to the store, sat down at the cashier and looked at the bouquet of roses for a moment. She picked up the bouquet and said to herself, "I don't have a vase in my shop." < br >looked around the store, but Haitong put the bouquet back on the table. < br >"Sister Haitong." < br >Zhang Niansheng's shouts suddenly rang out. < br >soon, Zhang Niansheng came in. He was dressed in a black suit, gentle and handsome, and had a somewhat successful career. < br >however, Hai Tong still thinks that the man in her family looks best in a suit. Zhanyin may be a matter of temper, which makes people know at a glance that he is a person with a successful career, and his maturity and calmness is not comparable to Zhang Niansheng. < br >Zhang Niansheng is too young. < br >"isn't it office time? What are you doing here? " < br >Haitong asked instinctively. < br >"I just sent a document to my father to the hotel. When I came back from the delivery, I came by to have a look. Isn't my sister here?" < br >Zhang Niansheng dared not say that he missed Haitong very much, so he couldn't help turning the road to see her. < br >Sister Haitong also seems to be indifferent to him, which makes Zhang Niansheng very nervous. < br >"Xiaojun took Yangyang to the supermarket." < br >Hai Tong took out her cell phone, patted hard at the bouquet of flowers, and always looked at the bouquet of flowers without looking at Zhang Niansheng. < br >seeing Haitong intently photographing the bouquet, Zhang Niansheng tentatively asked, "Sister Haitong, this bouquet of flowers." < br >< br/ >< br >

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