I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Ye Zhao didn't take the flowers, but only took the card hanging on them.

There is a sentence written in a flamboyant handwriting: I hope you who receive the flowers will have a happy day.

He remained calm, his jade-white fingers gathering the card, "Jun Qing, quickly deal with the flowers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his long legs and walked towards the elevator.

Jun Qing responded, the dark color in his eyes dissipated, and a kind and calm smile appeared on his face, "Give it to me."

"Thank you for your help." The receptionist was very considerate and handed him the flowers.

The wind is calm and the sun is beautiful, with no clouds in the sky.

Jun Qing braved the not-yet-hot sun and came to the half-person-high green trash can outside the building.

She held up the big red rose carefully wrapped in white wavy wrapping paper, looking thoughtful.

The phone in my pocket vibrated twice.

He took out his phone and swiped the screen to open the text message, and what caught his eye was a very interesting message: Have you seen the flowers I sent to Brother Ye Zhao?

Through the screen, Jun Qing could even imagine the sender's beaming face.

pity--

Jun Qing looked indifferent, and with two clicks, he took two pictures with his mobile phone.

One showed him holding a bouquet of roses.

One showed him throwing flowers into the trash.

Jun Qing walked into the company as if nothing had happened.

"Snapped!"

At the bar, Lausanne, who was drinking strong whiskey and listening to dynamic music, laughed in anger and put his phone down heavily.

Those two photos are not very destructive, but they are extremely insulting.

He drank the wine in the glass, and the stimulating taste went down his throat.

He exerted force on his wrist, causing the round ice cube in the cup to sway gently with his movements. Luosang's face was cold, "You forced me to do this."

Ye Zhao sat in front of the large rosewood table, looking at the card in his hand.

Good guy!

What a great guy!

He was just thinking of finding Luosang to show his presence, but he didn't expect that he would come over and flirt with him.

That's perfect, it saves him the trouble.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in." Ye Zhao came back to his senses and put the piece of paper aside.

Jun Qing, dressed in a suit and tie, with an extraordinary demeanor, came in with documents.

"Mr. Ye, this is the document you need to deal with today. You have a meeting at 3 pm."

The document was placed on his usual left hand side. Jun Qing adjusted his sight slightly and easily saw the contents on the card.

Ye Zhao nodded in understanding.

She paused for two seconds, then looked him up and down, "Where's the rose?"

Jun Qing was startled, "I lost it."

"Ah?" Ye Zhao thought he had heard wrongly.

Seeing his reaction, Jun Qing's innocent face turned into self-blame. "You said so, I'll take care of it. I think such a big bouquet of flowers takes up too much space, so I just threw it in the trash can."

"If I misunderstood, I'll pick it up."

"Wait!" Ye Zhao stopped him in time, his expression calm, "That's fine. You know, I never accept flowers from others."

The protagonist rummaged through the trash can in full view of the audience. The scene was so beautiful that he couldn't even imagine it.

Jun Qing showed a shy expression, her eyes sparkling, "I understand Mr. Ye's preferences very well. If you like, I can give it to you."

Ye Zhao didn't appreciate it at all, and a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This other person includes you."

Jun Qing lowered his head in disappointment, exuding a listless air.

Ye Zhao turned a blind eye to this. "Also, keep in touch with my grandfather during this period. When he calms down, remove those people and private detectives from the apartment."

"Okay, leave it to me, I will definitely see to it." Jun Qing agreed verbally, but no one knew whether he would do it or not.

At 7:30 in the afternoon, night fell.

The servant of Green Water Apartment opened the door.

Handed over a pair of slippers.

When Ye Zhao was changing his shoes, he heard laughter.

"Are there guests at home?" he asked casually.

"Master, the second master has brought some friends to see you," said the servant.

Ye Zhao had already changed his shoes and was a little happy. "Then let me see..."

The rest of the words were suddenly drowned out between his lips and teeth after he saw who was who.

Almost at the same time, the brain gave the order: Run!