Looking at the door shut forcefully, Lu Jinghan felt quite irritated. He turned around, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and sat back at the desk to handle the documents.
Feng Yi looked at Lu Jinghan with sympathy: "This Weiyang is really persistent with you."
Lu Jinghan unbuttoned two buttons of his white shirt, and impatience showed in his deep eyes.
......
After getting off work in the evening, Lu Jinghan drove straight to the hospital, picking up a large bouquet of champagne-colored roses on the way. Just as the car parked in the lot, Han Xi came out of the elevator.
Opening the door and getting in the car, seeing the large bouquet of roses, dimples formed on Han Xi's fair cheeks: "For me?"
"Yes, the shop girl told me that the meaning of champagne-colored roses is, I'm only devoted to you."
Han Xi held the roses, a smile in her picture-like brows and eyes: "Mr. Lu's sweet words really are quite impeccable, but I really like them."
