Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

He first looked at Ding Qingyou, as if he had something to say but didn't know where to begin.

Ding Qingyou didn't ask any more questions, but just looked at him coldly.

"She confessed to me yesterday that after we got together, I suddenly realized that I don't think I love her; the person I love is you!"

Ying Yizhe is handsome and speaks elegantly; when he sits here, he seems to radiate light.

People can't help but look at him.

"..."

Ding Qingyou looked at him coldly, following the same clichéd plot as the original story.

Oh, now that they've realized they like me, they've come to confess to me and then be with me.

After she stopped liking herself, she kicked herself away and went to pursue her own love.

Since it's all harm done in the name of love, it doesn't really count as harm.

Just like with anything, we followed the path of love.

If there's no love, then what's the point of being together?

"Qingyou, I know what you're thinking; it must be the same as mine."

Ying Yizhe's tone was full of certainty.

"I'm sorry, but it really is different."

Ding Qingyou laughed it off; this kind of person was truly exceptional.

"How can it be!?"

Ying Yizhe was slightly taken aback. This was impossible; he had clearly felt something before.

This can't possibly be wrong.

"Why not? Do you think you're so charming that any woman would lose her soul the moment she sees you?"

Ding Qingyou sneered, her eyes, as cold as the moon, filled with a chilling light.

"I--"

Ying Yizhe's expression turned extremely ugly after hearing what she said.

"I was just helping Bu Mianmian out. Now that we've been completely open with each other, you two should just stay together! I wish you happiness!"

After Ding Qingyou finished speaking, she raised her hand slightly, indicating that Ying Yizhe could leave.

Ying Yizhe looked extremely unpleasant. He tried his best to appear normal and walked out with a smile.

Seeing Ying Yizhe's pretentious expression, Ding Qingyou smiled.

He got up from his chair and returned to his office.

In the days that followed, Ying Yizhe would send a bouquet of flowers to Ding Qingyou's office every day.

Today it's a bouquet of roses, tomorrow it's a bouquet of lilies; every day's bouquet is different.

He also specially placed a card inside the bouquet, on which the meaning of the flowers and the word "love" were written.

Ding Qingyou didn't even look at them, and directly told the girls in the office to distribute the flowers.

Girls are naturally fond of flowers, so since Ding Qingyou didn't want them, the girls put them away.

Ten days later, Ding Qingyou received a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

She frowned, and the girls in the company all had strange expressions.

I've never seen anyone give chrysanthemums as a gift before.

Isn't this an insult?

"Qingyou—"

At this moment, Ying Yizhe walked in from outside.

"The chrysanthemum symbolizes...nobility, purity, and I love you...of course, what I mainly want to say is this: I...love...you!"

Ying Yizhe spoke with deep affection.

"The little daisy grows in the cold wind, just like our love, which also grows strong in the cold wind! Qingyou, please accept my love!"

After saying this, Ying Yizhe knelt on one knee.

His gaze had been fixed on the girls around him, and they all looked astonished.