Chapter 142: 142,999 Roses

He lowered his head, unbuttoned his shirt with long white and slender fingers, and said in a calm tone, "You are a patient now, with so many roses, you are prone to pollen allergies, which will aggravate your condition."

Mo Weiwei wrinkled his little nose, and could only act coquettishly in a soft voice, "Okay, he probably just saw that I was hospitalized, so he sent flowers as a friend to express his condolences."

Xiao Yebai did not speak.

"If you really don't like it, then give it to the nurse. It's a pity to lose it, okay?"

Xiao Yebai still didn't speak.

Mo Weiyi frowned.

Oops, it seems a little serious this time.

Rong An stood there, holding a few bouquets of red roses in his hands, his expressionless expression was similar to that of Xiao Yebai.

Mo Weiyi blinked, then suddenly opened his arms, "Xiaobai, I want to go to the bathroom."

Xiao Yebai raised an eyebrow.

"Hurry up, Xiaobai, carry me to the bathroom." Mo Weiyi urged coquettishly.

Even though he knew it was an excuse, the man came over, wrapped his arms around her, and easily carried her towards the bathroom.

Mo Weiwei poked his head out of his arms, pointed to a room full of flowers, and then said to Rong An with his lips, "Take all the flowers away."

Rong An has been with her for more than ten years, so he naturally knows what to do.

After entering the bathroom, Xiao Yebai put her in front of the toilet and stood up, turned around and was about to leave.

"noob……"

"I close the door."

Uh……

Sure enough, Xiao Yebai locked the door, then walked back, "Need me to help you?"

The man's serious tone made Mo Weiyi blush inexplicably.

In fact, she didn't want to go to the toilet at all, just to keep those flowers from being ruined.

The hospital gowns are all loose and loose, and Mo Weiwei stood there alone, and quickly hugged Xiao Yebai, "It's cold."

Xiao Yebai spoke slowly, his voice was low and deep, "Where is it cold?"

Mo Weiwei: "..."

...

Mo Weiyi was carried out by Xiao Yebai.

"Princess." The servant's voice brought her back to reality, "It's time for dinner, what would the princess want to eat?"

Mo Weiyi touched his hot face, pretending to be calm, "I'll just eat the same as Xiaobai."

Aunt Jiang looked at the host.

So Xiao Yebai talked about a few dishes.

The voice is calm, the expression is indifferent, except for the folds on the shirt that she grabbed just now, the whole person is gentle and clean, as if nothing happened just now.

Simply a gentle scum.

Mo Weiwei secretly complained in his heart.

But that's okay, seeing that all the roses in the room had disappeared, he didn't doubt it either.

Mo Weiyi thought that this should be the end of it, but he didn't expect...

noon the next day.

When I was about to have lunch, there was another movement in the corridor.

Soon, Aunt Jiang came in and said, "Princess, someone sent flowers again."

"what?"

This time it is 999 champagne roses.

With the lessons learned from the past, Mo Weiwei directly ordered, "Send it to the office downstairs, just give it to the nurse."

The flower deliverers looked at each other in blank dismay, and then said in the lead, "Mr. Chu said that it must be delivered to Ms. Mo."

Mo Weiwei's eyelids twitched and he could only wave his little hand, "Then send it in first."

It's the same for Rong An to send it off later.

As soon as the flowers were placed, someone called. This time, Mo Weiyi was not polite.

"Chu Xiuhuang, if you have too much money to burn, you can donate it to the Hope Project to help the future flowers of the motherland. Don't be so extravagant and wasteful? You gave 999 flowers yesterday, why are you giving them back today?"

Chu Xiuhuang's tone was still his usual frivolous and casual, "Yesterday's flowers should all be thrown into the trash can, right?"

Mo Weiwei didn't deny it, "You're pretty self-aware?"

"So, how can the little princess's ward be without flowers? Today I asked the secretary to order 999 champagne roses for you. How about it? Do you like it?"

"dislike!"

"That's fine." Chu Xiuhuang was not annoyed, "Should I give you Shangri-La tomorrow? Or the blue enchantress? Or... the perfume lily? Forget it, what flowers the little princess likes, you can just tell me."

"Don't give it away!" Mo Weiwei called out with a headache, "My husband doesn't like it."

"I gave it to the little princess, not to your husband. Whether he likes it or not is none of my business?"