After that night, I was pregnant with the billionaire president's child

When the doorbell rang, Meng Qiao thought it was Zhou Junhang again.

But when he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man in work clothes with some dirt on them.

"Excuse me, are you Meng Qiao?"

Meng Qiao looked at the man in front of her, "What's wrong?"

The boss said quickly: "A gentleman sent you 10,000 pots of succulents. We have already transported them downstairs. I will confirm the address and bring them up for you."

Meng Qiao's head started buzzing when she heard the flower seller's words.

She asked the boss, "Ten thousand pots of succulents?"

The boss said with certainty, "There are more than 10,000 pots, probably more than 10,000 pots. There are so many that we can't count them all, so we'll send them to you as 10,000 pots. You must be Meng Qiao, right? We'll send them to you right away."

"Wait a minute!" Meng Qiao hurriedly called out to the boss, "Ten thousand pots, my house can't hold them all."

"What can we do? The gentleman has already paid. There is absolutely no quality problem with our succulents. We do not accept returns."

"..." Seeing that her boss was getting angry, Meng Qiao said, "I'll make a phone call."

Meng Qiao took out her cell phone and called Zhou Junhang.

Zhou Junhang's phone number had been saved in her mobile phone for several years. Except for the time two years ago when Zhou Junhang asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend and they talked on the phone, she had never called Zhou Junhang again.

Zhou Junhang never called her either.

Zhou Junhang saw the words "Meng Qiao" flashing on his phone, so he picked up the phone.

Meng Qiao's voice came: "Zhou Junhang, did you buy more than 10,000 pots of succulents for me?"

Zhou Junhang said: "Who else would buy you 10,000 pots of succulents? How many suitors do you have?"

Meng Qiao rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, "Where am I going to put all those things you bought?"

Zhou Junhang: "Does that mean I should buy you a bigger house?"

"..." Meng Qiao took a breath, "I don't want it, come and take it back."

"I've said it many times, I won't take back what I give away."

Hearing Zhou Junhang's words, Meng Qiao got angry and said, "Then I don't want it either."

"Then just give it away." Zhou Junhang hung up the phone directly.

"Hello! Zhou Junhang..." Meng Qiao glanced at the phone and the call was over.

The flower vendor urged Meng Qiao again, "Girl, where should we put your flowers? Hurry up and find a place. We have other goods to deliver."

"..."How would Meng Qiao know where to put it?

She followed the boss downstairs and saw a full car.

She straightened her back.

Even if she emptied out her rented apartment, she still couldn't put away so many flowers.

……

Zhou Junhang saw Meng Qiao squatting at the gate of her community selling flowers on her mobile phone WeChat Moments.

He couldn't help but laugh.

He found the picture of Meng Qiao squatting on the roadside selling flowers quite interesting.

He decisively collected the photo.

Meng Qiao sells flowers at the entrance of the community, 9.9 yuan a pot. She always says the same thing to everyone who comes to buy flowers:

"The original price is 9.9 yuan, just give 9 yuan."

Because of the wide variety and low prices, more and more passers-by choose to stop.

A sports car stopped in a cloud of dust.

Meng Qiao took a look and recognized it was Zhou Junhang.

She glared at Zhou Junhang fiercely.

As soon as Zhou Junhang got out of the car, he saw Meng Qiao rolling her eyes at him.

He was not angry either. He took the live broadcast stand from the car and said, "Meng Qiao, look what I brought you."

Meng Qiao took a look and asked, "Are you going to start a live broadcast?"

Zhou Junhang said: "You drive."

"Me?" Meng Qiao shook her head repeatedly, "I haven't broadcast it."

Zhou Junhang pointed at the flower pots on the ground and asked, "How long do you plan to sell them?"

Meng Qiao looked down and felt a sudden pain in her heart.

Zhou Junhang put the stand in place, "This is a good spot. Turn on your phone and start streaming. I'll pay you."

Meng Qiao looked at Zhou Junhang and said, "You broadcast it. I think your broadcast will definitely attract more people than mine. You look better than me."

Zhou Junhang looked at Meng Qiao. Although Meng Qiao was not a great beauty at first glance, she still had some temperament.

Zhou Junhang thought, what if some rich second-generation guy noticed Meng Qiao’s live broadcast and came to pursue Meng Qiao?

So Zhou Junhang put his phone on the stand and said, "I have quite a few fans. I'll play it for you."

Zhou Junhang’s live broadcast was indeed very effective, and soon many young girls came to buy succulents.

And all those little girls were crazy about Zhou Junhang.

When Meng Qiao saw a girl who was infatuated with Zhou Junhang, she said, "Little sister, look how hard the boy is working, buy two more pots."

The girls all said, "Okay, okay, let's buy two more pots."

Meng Qiao looked back at Zhou Junhang who was broadcasting live.

Zhou Junhang said: "I'm tired, drink some water."

While Zhou Junhang was drinking water, Meng Qiao walked over and said to Zhou Junhang's mobile phone screen:

"My dears, come and buy some succulents so that you can enjoy the handsome man. The address is at the door of Jinchuan Xintiandi No. 1 Apartment Building. Come quickly."

Zhou Junhang almost choked on the water when he heard what Meng Qiao said.

Is this selling out his looks?