Chapter 957 I Believe in Science, But I Really Seen a Ghost 1

On the Taiping commercial street in the bustling south of the city, a flower shop quietly opened.

This is not such a rare thing.

Taiping Street has a lot of traffic and competition, and even a little careless management can't even pay the rent.

No one cares if one store closes and another opens.

But this flower shop called "Azhao's Flower Shop" is indeed a bit unusual.

What's unusual?

The first unusual point: the flower shop opened quietly, there was not even an opening event, and no one advertised it.

Either the boss doesn't know how to do business, or the boss is too lazy.

The second unusual point: the owner of this flower shop is a young girl.

It is quite normal for a young girl to open a flower shop.

But what if, this young boss has a face that overwhelms all the female stars in the entertainment industry?

The strange thing is that such a rare beauty has been here for so long, but no one thought of taking a photo and posting it on the Internet to share with others.

With the current network traffic, this young boss named Ah Zhao can become a popular Internet celebrity even with his good looks.

This unusual third point, of course, is because...

Ordinary people simply cannot enter this flower shop.

...

"Boss, I'm off work!" A youthful voice sounded in this quiet flower shop.

Zhang Luo picked up her backpack and said goodbye to the boss who was sitting under the flower stand in the yard.

The young boss under the flower stand raised his head, revealing a beautiful face that made Wan Hua pale in an instant.

"Okay, be careful on the road." A Zhao said softly.

Zhang Luo held her face in her hands, and after licking her boss's face in her heart for the hundredth time, she walked out.

The wind chimes at the door rang, and then fell silent again.

In fact, this young female boss sitting quietly under the bookshelf, wearing a loose cotton and linen dress, with long hair reaching her waist, and full of the atmosphere of "I am a goddess", "I am very literary" and "I am very classical", is not I'm doing elegant things that suit my temperament, such as reading books or doing handicrafts.

——She is playing a game.

The bloody kind with a headshot.

So, what people see may not be true.

it's getting dark.

At this time, in the flower shop where there is absolutely no second person, a thin voice suddenly sounded: "Master Ah Zhao, Master Ah Zhao, I want to drink water."

Ah Zhao raised his head, looked at the sky full of stars in front of him, and shook his head helplessly: "You have drunk enough water today, if you drink any more, you may get sick."

Man Tianxing was aggrieved and acted like a baby, but Azhao, a girl addicted to the Internet, only cared about manipulating the characters in her hand to kill the enemies hidden in the abandoned warehouse with one shot, and ignored her coldly.

Zhang Luo is off work, and she can't get off work yet.

She was still waiting for the night's guests to come to her door.

The wind chime at the door rang.

The door opened.

Followed by it, there was also a faint cold wind, which made people's scalp numb.

Ah Zhao finally won the game, and turned his gaze from the screen to the visitor.

"welcome."

The guest was a playful young girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a goose yellow dress, carrying a beige rabbit bag, and a ball head. She looked full of vitality, but her face was a little pale.

"Boss, I heard from my friends that the flowers here are very good."

Ah Zhao thought for a while, and said, "All the customers who bought it did say so."

The girl laughed: "My name is Xiaoai, and I want a bouquet of roses."

Rose?

Ah Zhao stood up, picked flowers for her, wrapped them up and handed them to her: "Flowers that symbolize love, cherish her well."

——

I also feel a little cold.

But I am determined to write a non-scary supernatural story Gao Lengzhi.

See you tomorrow, good night~