Generally, the little girl who sells flowers will pay a high price when she sees the couple. Often, she will not hesitate to buy it because she doesn't want to make the other party feel stingy, but Jiang Xiaoyu begins to bargain.

"Ten yuan has always been too expensive for roses. It's not Valentine's Day."

"Sister, for my small share, buy it." The little girl looked at her pitifully with wide eyes.

This look is innocent! What a pity! Jiang Xiaoyu's heart was not germinated, Xu Yiyang mouth slightly raised, looking at the side of the big one or two girls.

"OK!" Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, and the little girl was...