She is deeply trapped in the Shura field, and the love-brained boss is mad

Song Zhisheng was surprised that Mo Jinyan took the initiative to speak, and secretly cursed himself for forgetting about this matter.

I haven’t even started wrapping flowers yet, but I’m already thinking about selling them.

Mo Jinyan spoke at the right time.

Song Zhisheng turned his head and saw Mo Jinyan standing there in a well-fitting suit, wearing an expensive watch on his hand and with a cold expression.

At first glance, he is a successful person negotiating a cooperation, which does not match his identity as a flower shop clerk at all.

Mo Jinyan stared at her with his dark eyes, still waiting for her answer.

Song Zhisheng did not speak immediately.

There are quite a few large, packaged bouquets in the store, but they only have one day of business, so you can't pin your hopes on them.

She took two steps to take a look, then stood in front of the table with a bunch of fresh branches.

There are many kinds of flower branches, both gorgeous and fresh.

Song Zhisheng's eyes turned, and he bent down and tilted his head to look at the place where things were placed under the table.

English paper, cellophane, ribbons, and English cards were neatly arranged and sorted.

She straightened up and spoke with a smile.

"know a bit."

After she finished speaking, she took out some of the materials and placed them on the table.

Mo Jinyan lowered his eyes and looked at the various things in front of him, and did not say anything for a while.

The man who was so successful in his career and couldn't blink when discussing big collaborations, now seemed to have a look of... confusion?

Song Zhisheng turned his head and looked at him several times, but confirmed that he was not mistaken.

She was surprised for a second, but then she was no longer surprised when she thought about the strict upbringing this big man had received since childhood.

It is normal that he has never been exposed to these things since he was raised as an heir.

Even someone like Song Zhisheng, who is usually very busy, only learned a little bit by chance.

Song Zhisheng still had great respect for the big guys, and he also knew clearly that it would be difficult for a big guy like Mo Jinyan to take the initiative to say "Please teach me".

She looked at Mo Jinyan staring silently at the flowers on the table, and no longer wondered whether Mo Jinyan was thinking about what to say at this moment.

Song Zhisheng spoke very considerately:

"Brother Mo, if you don't know how, I can teach you."

After all, they are just some small bouquets, which are easy to learn.

Mo Jinyan glanced at her sideways, his eyes showing no emotion, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he took two steps to stand beside the table on Song Zhisheng's left, then he stood still, staring at Song Zhisheng silently.

Seeing that he didn't understand anything but looked calm, Song Zhisheng couldn't help but smile.

You know what, the boss looks a little cute like this.

Song Zhisheng tried his best to suppress this thought and tried to recall the respect he had shown to the boss before. However, the contrast between Mo Jinyan's cold and taciturn appearance and his somewhat innocent personality was too great.

Song Zhisheng couldn't suppress the smile on his face at all.

Afraid that the boss would notice something was wrong, she quickly picked out two snow-white mountain roses from the branches, and also picked out two of the same ones for Mo Jinyan.

Mo Jinyan reached out and picked up the two white flowers on the table, but he couldn't even remember their names.

He studied Olympiad mathematics in elementary school and financial management in college. Things like this are completely in his blind spot of knowledge.

He felt a little confused, as if he was back to the first time he went to the Olympiad class and knew nothing.

Mo Jinyan could only look at Song Zhisheng and see what Song Zhisheng would do.

Song Zhisheng took out two small pairs of scissors from under the table, gave one to Mo Jinyan, then lowered his head and took out a few sheets of green plain paper from the materials.

Comparing the snow-white mountain rose with plain paper, she determined the length, picked up a pair of small scissors and cut the branch, and the whole branch suddenly became shorter.

After trimming them, she said calmly, "These branches on the table have been simply trimmed, but we still need to trim them to the required length when we pack them."

After he finished speaking, Song Zhisheng quickly trimmed the other branch, held the two flowers in one hand and placed them on the green paper, motioning Mo Jinyan to look at them.

The color combination is fresh and elegant, complementing each other. After the length is trimmed, it does look a lot more beautiful.

Although Mo Jinyan doesn't know how to package flowers and doesn't even know the varieties of flowers, he can still tell whether a flower is beautiful or not.

He recalled Song Zhisheng's actions just now and picked up the branches to trim them.

His eyes were serious and his movements were quick, and the length of the hair he cut was almost the same as Song Zhisheng's.

Song Zhisheng was surprised for a second, then his face lit up with joy.

She doesn't know many tricks, but if Mo Jinyan can learn them, the two of them should be able to make quite a few small bouquets.

If there are not many people here in the afternoon, they can push the cart to a place a little further away to sell.

Just for this reason, Song Zhisheng felt that there were some benefits to forming a group with Mo Jinyan.

"The few I've learned are all small bouquets. They're very simple. You can take a look at them first."

After Song Zhisheng finished speaking in a calm voice, he lowered his head and slowly and carefully wrapped the white rose with plain paper. Then he took out a piece of cellophane, wrapped it, and tied a ribbon.

In this way, a simple, elegant and beautiful bouquet is packaged.

Song Zhisheng placed the bouquet of flowers in front of Mo Jinyan and looked at him, not sure if he had seen it clearly just now.

But it turns out that the boss is the boss.

Although I was a little confused at first when I saw the room full of flowers, I almost got the hang of it after looking at it once.

Mo Jinyan lowered his eyes. Those big hands with distinct joints didn't look like they could do such delicate work.

But he just got it right after one try, and with his hands, he followed Song Zhisheng's method just now, and soon, a bouquet of flowers was made.

Mo Jinyan looked at the small bouquet in his hand, although in his opinion it was no different from Song Zhisheng's.

But Song Zhisheng was the one who taught the method and had more experience than him, so he should still ask.

He tilted his head, his voice low but polite.

"Is that right?"

He held the flowers and looked at Song Zhisheng. Song Zhisheng suddenly felt like a shop assistant who taught a rich young man how to buy flowers and pursue love.

She shook herself out of that thought and nodded appreciatively.

"Yes, that's it. You wrapped it beautifully."

Mo Jinyan didn't look at her again. He just hummed softly and asked, "Do you want to learn the next one now?"

Song Zhisheng shook his head: "First make twenty bundles of this and then learn."

Each flower wrapping method is slightly different, but Mr. Mo learns really quickly, so it’s okay to learn it later.

While she was speaking, she took out a few more snow-white mountain roses.

Song Zhisheng is not a very talkative person, but Mo Jinyan has insomnia and is particularly afraid of hearing loud noises. They are not that familiar with each other, so she lowered her head and carefully handled the flowers in her hand.

Mo Jinyan is a man of few words, and keeping quiet around him has always been his pursuit.

So, after he focused, he didn't feel that the atmosphere was too cold.

After packing several bouquets of flowers, he finally realized that the shop seemed a little too quiet.