Insomnia

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Tao Ling looked away, pursed his lips unconsciously, and grabbed two bunches of flowers casually.

Just as he was about to scan the QR code, Wen Qingying took the first step to block the glass door. He took the flower in his hand and untied the rope that was loosely tied to the stem.

Tao Ling didn't urge him and just watched his movements.

A minute later, Wen Qingying handed over the bouquet that had been torn apart and tied together again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly opened, showing his unique vigor.

Tao Ling was stunned and asked, What do you mean?

With an obvious questioning expression, Wen Qingying raised her right index finger.

Tao Ling laughed and said to himself: I said that your flower shop will close sooner or later. How can you give flowers every day? Don't you have to pay for it?

He took out his mobile phone and Wen Qingying moved away and looked down at him.

When paying the bill, Tao Ling's hand froze for a moment. He looked up and saw Wen Qingying's expectant look. After thinking about it, he only paid for a bouquet of flowers.

He raised his hand to take the flower and pressed his fingertips against it. Wen Qingying retracted her hand and Tao Ling held the flower handle steady, her eyelashes trembling so fast that they were almost invisible.

He just typed on his notepad: Why do the flowers have only one color today?

Wen Qingying picked up the phone and responded, her fingertips jumping on the screen, looking very flexible: The boss I bought the goods from said that only the light green ones were left. He didn't go to the flower market today, so he sent a message directly. I I think this one looks very nice. Sir, do you like other colors? I’ll pay attention to it when I purchase it next time.”

Tao Ling shook his head.

The flower shop's business was particularly good today. The two of them only exchanged a few words, while someone else came to buy flowers. Wen Qingying had to go to work and handed the flowers to the guests. When she turned back, she found that Tao Ling had disappeared.

He walked to the street holding a bouquet of dried flowers and looked back and forth, but there was no figure there.

After standing there for a while, he turned around and entered the store.

Half an hour later, when Wen Qingying was about to tie a bouquet of roses that she had ordered, Tao Ling came in.

He pushed a glass of juice in front of Wen Qingying and sat on a chair nearby.

Wen Qingying raised his eyes in surprise, but Tao Ling was drinking another glass without meeting his gaze. As if he was bored again, he poked at the bouquet placed aside.

Roses are paired with baby's breath, a very simple and classic style. When Wen Qingying inserted the flower mud into the flower mud, it went smoothly, but once he used the wrapping paper, he started to rush again.

Tao Ling looked at it for a while and smiled, then returned his hand to help him hold down the paper, leaving him free to tear off the tape.

Hey, I've seen it in other flower shops before. Aren't the tape-tearing tools used with one hand? Tao Ling said.

Wen Qingying drooped her eyelashes, not knowing what he was talking about, and only carefully fixed the wrapping paper.

Tao Ling glanced at him and then said, Did you open your flower shop in a hurry? You opened the shop before you even learned the craft. You didn't learn it by watching videos on the Internet and sell it now, right?

Hearing that Qingying was as quiet as ever, Tao Ling smiled.

After stumbling and tying the ribbon, Wen Qingying carried the flowers to the shelf beside her, and when she came back after washing her hands, she saw that the juice had been inserted into the straw.

Thank you sir. He took the pen and paper, thanked him before taking a sip from the cup.

Tao Ling observed him, but there was no expectant expression on his face.

There was no sugar added to the passion fruit juice, but Wen Qingying didn't seem to feel the sour taste. Looking up and seeing Tao Ling's curious expression, he smiled and showed his small canine teeth again.

Oh shit.

Tao Ling felt agitated for no reason. After sitting for another two minutes, he stood up and prepared to go home.

Before he had time to lift his foot, a voice suddenly came from outside: Boss, how do you sell this flower? Are there other colors?

Tao Ling turned his head, and it turned out that Xia Chaoyang was standing at the door.

The two sides just met their eyes, Xia Chaoyang asked in surprise, Junior Brother Tao?

Tao Ling let go of the flower stem, and Daisy lay back on the table. He responded: What a coincidence, Mr. Xia. Buying flowers? The ten yuan you have in your hand.

The store you open? Xia Chaoyang asked.

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