Xia Xinnian walked in front of him, and the first thing she did was to throw the bouquet of flowers directly into his arms: "Ji Mucheng, if you dare to send flowers to my office next time and affect my work, I won't be so polite to you."

Jimucheng looked at the roses stuffed into his arms, his handsome face was stiff, and he was even more depressed when he heard her warning.

"Wow, Mommy, do you want to send flowers to Daddy? It's so romantic, but why are your roles reversed?" Xia Yuchen in the distance, although he has been playing with the kite in his hand, his big eyes are still paying attention to the movement here. Seeing this scene, he is very happy.

For the sake of his son's presence, Xia Xinnian didn't throw the bouquet of flowers on his face.

Today, people in the whole office are talking about the bouquet of flowers she received, which has seriously affected her work.

Jimucheng picked a petal with his hands, smelled it, and laughed mockingly on his thin lips: "Xia Xinnian, who told you that I sent this bouquet of flowers?"

Xia Xinnian's beautiful eyes froze for a moment, and her expression changed quickly: "If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Jimucheng quickly tore off a few petals, and sneered: "I'm going to ask you, which wild man did you provoke again, and let people spend so much money to pursue you?"

Xia Xinnian's pretty face blushed when she heard his mocking tone, and her tone was high: "It's really not you?"

"I want to know who it is, can you still receive this bouquet?

What does the agreement say?

You are not allowed to hang out with other men, Xia Xinnian, you just signed it, but you forgot the content, didn't you? "

Jimucheng gritted his teeth and accused her in a low voice.

Xia Xinnian's expression froze. After a long time, she wanted to snatch the flowers back from the man's arms.

Unfortunately, the man didn't intend to return it, and called a servant not far away: "Crush this flower for me and throw it away!"

Xia Xinnian: "..." Did this flower offend him again?

After Jimucheng handed the flowers to the servant, he gritted his teeth, and his deep and unpredictable eyes locked on Xia Xinnian.

Being stared at by him, Xia Xinnian felt guilty, so she bit her lip and said in a low voice: "If it's really not from you, then I may have misunderstood you."

"Honestly, which man gave it to you?"

Jimucheng narrowed his eyes, stared at her like electricity and asked.

Xia Xinnian spread her hands: "I just don't know who gave it to me, so I suspect it's yours."

"Next time if a man sends you flowers again, you'd better throw them away and never bring them back, understand?"

Jimucheng reminds her coldly.

"Don't worry, I won't accept anything that is not written clearly in the future!"

Xia Xinnian didn't know why she agreed to him, and she agreed so seriously. Is it because of a guilty conscience?

The little guy ran over suddenly, laughing non-stop, with an expression that he understood everything.

Xia Xinnian was blushed by her son's devilish laughter, and quickly turned around: "I'll go and park the car in the garage!"

Jimucheng stared at her pretty figure leaving quickly, and his handsome face became gloomy again.

Xia Xinnian was extremely depressed. She felt that she was making mistakes. She knew that she shouldn't have questioned him. Now, instead, she was scolded by him.

After dinner, Jimucheng sat on the sofa. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He always felt that Xia Xinnian was having a hot fight with some man. JrNovels.com