Chapter 68 (1/2)

Author: Leisurely and leisurely

The young man at the door stopped knocking and looked embarra.s.sed. He was not used to being looked at by so many people, so he tightened his grip on the rose.

“excuse me… ”

“Sister Song, your flower, could it be… ” suddenly, a male colleague interrupted the flower delivery guy and said to Song Yue with an ambiguous look.

“It’s really enviable. Sister Song, your boyfriend is so romantic, ” a female colleague said.

“Yes, Sister Song, I’m a little envious. ”

“When will you let your boyfriend treat us to a meal, Sister Song? ” Another man shouted.

Song Yue stood up with a smile on her face. She raised her hand to signal for everyone to be quiet. Finally, she looked at Xia Weiyang provocatively.

“Alright, why don’t we take this Sat.u.r.day to ‘dream’ to treat you guys. Everyone must come when the time comes. ” As she spoke, Song Yue looked at Xia Weiyang. “Xia Weiyang, you should come too. If you don’t come, it would be too disrespectful to us. ”

“Of course. ” Xia Weiyang nodded with a smile.

Letting her go was probably showing off and threatening.

There would probably be a tough battle that day.

After getting Xia Weiyang’s answer, Song Yue was satisfied.

Actually, the main purpose of this dinner was Xia Weiyang. HMPH, when the time came, let’s see how she would make Xia Weiyang embarra.s.sed.

If she dared to block her way, then don’t blame her for being impolite.

Under the envious and Jealous Gazes of her colleagues, Song Yue slowly walked to the door and revealed a dazzling smile. She looked at the flower delivery guy and said, “give me the flowers. ”

The Flower delivery guy had a confused look on his face. He looked at Song Yue and then looked at Xia Weiyang.

He naturally heard what Song Yue said just now. Although he didn’t quite understand, he still knew the name of the person.

“I’m sorry, Miss. These aren’t your flowers. ”

The smile on Song Yue’s face instantly froze.

The other people who were shouting immediately shut up. All of them looked embarra.s.sed.

In order to maintain her face, Song Yue tugged at the corner of her stiff lips and continued, “it’s okay. No matter whose flowers it is, we’re colleagues. It’s the same even if I come to get them. ” At the end of her sentence, Song Yue almost gritted her teeth.

Hearing this, the other female colleagues’faces turned Pale.

They silently muttered in their hearts, ‘please don’t be me, please don’t be me… ‘. …