Chatper 1887 (1/2)

Cheng Luo's face was gloomy, his eyes were squinted, and his jealousy was bubbling upwards. The courier outside the door was already trembling from the fright of his face, thinking that this big brother should not kill him.

He said with a complicated mood, "Sir, that... Do you want to sign for it first?"

He didn't dare to ask Miss Thirteen to sign for it anymore, he was afraid that the Living Hades in front of him would directly kill him.

It's just sending flowers, it's just to make a living, life is more important, he's dead, it's necessary!

"Hmph, okay, give it to me, sign for it!" Cheng Luo's voice was cold, as if it could freeze people to death.

The courier gulped, then swallowed again, handed over the flowers tremblingly, then refused to let Cheng Luo sign, turned around, and ran all the way towards the elevator.

Seeing the courier's reaction from the side, Xia Qi couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Cheng Luo, he is just a small courier, do you dare to scare me like this? Be careful that you are so violent and our family has a psychological shadow on Thirteen! "

After finishing speaking, Xia Qi went around in a big circle, came to Cheng Luo, grabbed the card of the bouquet of flowers in Cheng Luo's hand, unfolded it, and then read aloud: "You are my life, the key to my life." Zhongguang, I would like to give you a look back and a gentle kiss with all I have. I love you, Huo Jingtang."

After hearing this, Cheng Luo's eyes darkened. Without saying a word, he rushed up to snatch the card, crumpled it into a ball, then grabbed the rose, opened the window, and threw it vigorously just like before.

The flowers fall outwards in a parabolic shape.

And someone's face didn't get better because of throwing flowers, on the contrary, he was even more upset.

Shisan looked at Cheng Luo quietly for a while, and said, "Mr. Cheng Luo, have you ever thought that there will be people outside, so you are not afraid of hitting people? And even if you can't hit people, what should you do if you pollute the environment? Why are you so No sense of justice."

"Hmph! Do you feel sorry for the flower?" Cheng Luo's head seemed to be steaming sourly, and his face was also stinky, which looked a little funny.