"I've grabbed the bouquet for you. How are you going to thank me?

Zheng Zehao swept the bouquet in her arms without any trace and opened her mouth faintly: "A bouquet is just a bouquet. What's curious about it?"

I really don't know what girls really think? For a common bouquet of flowers, fight for blood?

Quietly listened, not happy, spit out his tongue, made a face at him.

"What do you know? You don't know the significance of this bouquet!"

Zheng Zehao sipped champagne lightly, picked his eyebrows and listened attentively.

Quietly clear voice, pointing to the bouquet in her arms immediately explained.

Deep in the noise, Qiu Jiayi...