[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

The words on the card were printed out, and Zhitao couldn't see any more information. At most, he knew that the person who sent the flowers was Gabriel, and it probably wasn't his real name.

Zhitao's first reaction when she saw the note was to look for property management, and through surveillance to find the sender of the flowers, but the sender didn't do anything, just knocked on the door in the middle of the night and sent a strange note.

...it's kind of scary to think about it.

But now Zhitao himself has not been substantially harmed by the other party, in this case, he is unwilling to find someone with great fanfare.

His temper is really easy to be bullied, Zhitao sighed, looking worried at the bouquet on the ground.

Before he could make up his mind, Saltos became unhappy, frantically bubbling on his phone: Throw it away, throw it away, throw it away...

Throwing away repetitions filled the screen, Zhitao was a little tangled, "Do you want to just throw it away?"

Saltos calmed down a little. It swiped out dozens of video links, much like parents who share marketing account videos with their children.

Zhitao's eyes are dazzled watching the video it posted. The video teaches everyone not to accept things from strangers casually. This involves fraud and the like.

Saltos' intentions are self-evident, and Zhitao can understand, and he himself doesn't want to accept flowers with unknown history, but he just throws them away roughly, and Zhitao feels it's a pity.

Pink roses are very pretty. The sender has a problem, but the flower is fine.

Zhitao was entangled in this issue, and Sartos saw him silent for a long time, so he misunderstood his meaning, thinking that he wanted to accept the roses sent by others.

It swelled suddenly and completely blocked the screen of the mobile phone. In the middle was a tearful and angry expression, looking like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

When Zhitao saw Saltos's performance, he was silent. He sometimes suspected that Saltos was a love table pet, otherwise why would he be so jealous.

He softly coaxed the jealous Saltos, "Don't be angry, what do you say?"

Saltos shrank awkwardly, bubbling with the original intention: Throw it away.

Zhitao knew that Sartos would react in this way. He looked at the delicate petals and thought of an idea, "Why don't you send it directly to the flower shop?"

The florist should accept this kind of intact bouquet, and let the flower meet someone who will appreciate it, so that it will live up to its beauty, Zhitao thinks so.

Moreover, he felt that the flower might have been bandaged by a nearby flower shop, after all, it looked so fresh and complete, even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be a bad thing to send the flower there.

Sartos only cared about whether Zhitao would accept the bouquet, and after hearing what he said, he agreed decisively.

So, not long after Zhitao got the flowers, he went out with the flowers in his arms.

When I went out, I met people from the decoration team next door. They came here yesterday to be busy, and they saw Zhitao walking over with a large bouquet of flowers and discussed a few words.

"Envious, why haven't I received roses from others?"

"Do you have the conditions of others?"

Those who can live here are all rich people. The person who just spoke was unhappy, and muttered in his mouth: "Isn't it just a bit of money, what's so great about it."

They spoke in a low voice, and Zhitao couldn't hear them after stepping into the elevator. His eyes stayed on the decoration tools at the door, and only moved away when the elevator door closed.

What would your neighbor be like?Zhitao thought endlessly, stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the flower shop.

It was very sunny outside. He was wearing a black peaked cap, white short sleeves, and black shorts. He was holding a conspicuous rose in his arms. The flower and him constituted a beautiful landscape.

Perhaps because of this, there was a photographer who wanted to take pictures for him. The photographer was a girl with a round face, and when she came up, she greeted him warmly, "Handsome guy, I'm a street photographer, can I take pictures for you?"

Zhitao hesitated, if it was a man, he would definitely refuse, but if it was a girl, he would be embarrassed to refuse, but at the same time, because of his childhood experience, he was afraid of taking pictures, and even felt sick.

The girl noticed his hesitation, and said while the iron was hot: "I will send the photo to you after I take it, and I won't post it on the Internet."

Although the other party said so, Zhitao still couldn't overcome the anxiety in his heart, he said apologetically: "Sorry, I don't like taking pictures very much."

Hearing what he said, the girl became anxious, "Handsome guy, you see the sun is so hot, I also want to finish shooting and go back early, so I won't waste your time, just help me take a picture."

Seeing the sweat oozing from her forehead and flushed cheeks, Zhitao finally nodded in agreement, and the girl's eyes lit up instantly.

"Then can you hold the flowers, please?"

Zhitao hugged the flower stiffly, but the girl was very excited, "Yes, yes, that's it, you look down at the flower, and get closer."

Sensing the gazes of the people around her, Zhitao paused and slowly leaned her head down, her face was stained with the same pink color as the pink rose.

His hands trembled slightly unconsciously, and at the same time his throat kept swallowing air repeatedly, and he woke up from the inexplicable state only after hearing the girl's crisp voice.

"Okay, thank you!"

Zhitao saw the girl coming in front of him with a black camera in her hand, it was like waking up from a nightmare in the morning, and it took a moment for him to react.

"……you are welcome."

He said softly, his eyes stared at the ground unconsciously, there was a sense of beauty on his body that was on the verge of being broken, like a butterfly being held in his hands, its wings were mutilated due to struggle, but its beauty was still intact, even more beautiful fresh.

Even though the girl was only entrusted to take pictures, she was still fascinated by Zhitao's unique temperament. She licked her lips, "Handsome guy, can you add a contact information?"

Zhitao looked up, and the girl took out her black mobile phone, and said energetically, "I'll send the photos later, just to show you my photography skills."

Zhitao's eyes stayed on the phone. Although he didn't want those photos, he still gave the girl the contact information, which was his second contact on the phone.

It was also the first time he violated his senior's words and added someone else's contact information.

After the girl got the contact information, she left quickly. Zhitao subconsciously looked in the direction she was leaving. It was a high-end cafe.

When he withdrew his gaze and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, Zhitao took a few steps forward, squinted his eyes, and that figure disappeared again.

Zhitao gasped in bewilderment, and took a few more steps towards that side. Before he reached the cafe, he heard someone approaching him, and he turned his eyes away and politely rejected the other party.

Because she was afraid of being approached by someone later, Zhitao walked away quickly with Hua in her arms, forgetting about the girl.

"The balance will be transferred to you later."

Jiang Wenhao took the phone out of the girl's hand, and said casually, the girl is a well-known detective, doing this is like killing chickens with a sledgehammer, but if the money is in place, she has no objection.

Isn't it just to take a photo, ask for a contact information, and insist on being mysterious. The girl looked at the balance in her mobile phone and sighed inwardly. Maybe this is the waywardness of rich people.

The nearest flower shop is about ten minutes away from the community. Although it is not far, but because he walked fast and carried heavy flowers, when he arrived at the flower shop, his back was wet with sweat.

The owner of the flower shop is a fat uncle, he is very kind. When he saw Zhitao coming over with flowers, he came up to help, Zhitao kept saying thank you.

A rose weighs about 50 grams, and 99 flowers add up to about ten catties, not counting the green sponge underneath, which is quite heavy to hold.

The boss walked into the house with the flowers in his arms and asked, "Handsome guy, is there something you don't like? Do you want me to trim it for you?"

Zhitao got the news from his tone, and while shaking his limp hands, he tentatively asked, "Did you bandage this flower?"

The boss put the flowers on the table, and when he heard this, he said, "Yes, 99 pink roses. I wrapped them this morning. I can still recognize the knot."

"Do you know who bought it?"

The boss turned around after placing the flowers, "A tall handsome guy wearing a mask is almost as tall as this door."

The door of the flower shop is two meters high. From this point of view, the person mentioned by the boss should be at least 1.9 meters tall. Among the people Zhitao knows, Jiang Wenhao is the only person who is as tall as him, but the other party should not know his address.

Moreover, why is it Jiang Wenhao again?

Zhitao stared at the door frame in a daze. The boss saw that the other party was silent for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Did you send it here for trimming? Or..."

Zhitao remembered her purpose for coming: "I want to send this flower back."

Pink roses are more expensive than red roses, and all the pink roses brought by Zhitao are of good quality. The cost alone is estimated to be thousands of dollars. The boss is well-informed, and this is the first time he has seen it.

What a falling flower is intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

The boss sighed.

In layman's terms, what a fresh and refined licking dog.

But there is no reason not to take advantage of the cheapness that fell, and this flower sold for a large sum of money. The boss agreed cheerfully, and before leaving, he even gave a bundle of sunflowers wrapped in juvenile peaches.

The sunflowers are beautifully groomed and easy to hold, at least lighter than the 99 roses just now. There is still a reason why this store can continue to operate in the bustling commercial street.

After Zhitao settled the matter on her mind, she took an extra bouquet of flowers. She was just happy, but when she walked to the door of the house and took a look, she actually put a new pink rose.

This time, he directly doubled the number of flowers, from 99 to 999, completely filling the aisle next to him, and it was impossible for him to carry the flowers out again.

And looking at the package, it wasn't the one Zhitao went to just now, the card changed from white to black, with an angry expression drawn on it.

Zhitao took down the card above, it was still printed: [I've been looking at you, don't waste my heart. ]

Signed or Gabriel.

Zhitao saw the typesetting clearly, feeling densely uncomfortable in his heart, this time he took the card into the room to write.

[Hello, if you are the flower sender and you see this card, can you take the flowers back? ]

He thought about it and added, [Thank you for sending me flowers, but I don't need them. ]

This should make it clear, Zhitao thought so, opened the door and put the card on the bouquet.

As a result, when Zhitao went out the next day, the bucket of flowers was still there, but the card on it was replaced with a new one.

[I want to give you the love you can feel. ]

Even the note has changed from Gabriel to Gabriel who loves you, and it seems that the person who put the card has also evolved.

The rose has been left for a day without any intention of falling off. It is still full of vitality. If you look closely, you can find that there are small drops of water on it, and the card is also moist.

Apparently the man was still here.

Give back the love that can be felt, isn't this just harassment, childishly wanting to tear up the note, decided to go to the property of the community, and vowed to find out this pretender.

Thanks to Gabriel, who forced the juvenile peach from social terror to violent social terror.

In the afternoon, Zhitao went to look for the property management of the community. He didn't have the contact information of the property on his phone, but luckily the property is not far away.

The greening of the community is well done, there are tall trees and lush flowers and plants everywhere, every time Zhitao walks on the road, the original irritable mood can't help but get better.

With a ding dong, it was his phone that rang.

Zhitao took out her phone and froze in place after seeing the words on it clearly, [Do you want to ask the property management for help? ]

This is an unsigned message, I don't know how it was sent to Zhitao's phone, Zhitao's palms were sweaty, and she subconsciously looked around.

I didn't see anything, the bird tilted its head on the ground, bouncing and wagging its tail, then flapped its wings and flew away, only this sound and the bird's cry.

There is new news on the phone, [I hope you can find useful news :-)]

Seemingly not taking Zhitao's behavior seriously, Zhitao tried to send a text message: Are you Gabriel?