Male God Please Lie Down

He looked at Ding Qingming first, and he had something to say, but he didn't know where to go.

Ding Qingming didn't ask much, just looked at him indifferently.

"Yesterday she confessed to me, and then after we were together, I suddenly discovered that I didn't seem to love her, the person I love is you!"

Ying Yizhe is decent and elegant, and when he sits here, he seems to shine.

People will look at him involuntarily.

"..."

Ding Qingming looked at him with an indifferent face, still using the same **** routine as the original plot.

Oh, now I find that I like myself, so I come to confess to myself and be with myself.

After that, I didn't like myself, so I kicked myself away to find my love.

Anyway, it's all hurt in the name of love, it's not hurt.

Just follow what, we are following the love.

If there is no love, why are you still together?

"Qingming, I know your thoughts, they must be the same as mine."

Ying Yizhe's tone was full of affirmation.

"Sorry, that's really different."

Ding Qingming smiled and said, this kind of person is really the best.

"how is this possible!?"

Ying Yizhe was startled slightly, this was impossible, he had obviously felt it before.

This is impossible to be wrong.

"How can't it be? Don't you think you are so charming, any woman will lose her soul when she sees you?"

Ding Qingming sneered, cold light in his eyes like a cold moon.

"I--"

When Ying Yizhe was said by her, her expression suddenly became very ugly.

"I'm just helping Bu Mianmian. Now that I'm open and honest, then you can stay together! I wish you happiness!"

After Ding Qingming finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly, meaning that Ying Yizhe could leave.

Ying Yizhe's expression was very ugly, he had tried his best to make his appearance normal, and he smiled and walked out.

Seeing Ying Yizhe's pretending expression, Ding Qingming also smiled.

He got up and left the chair, and went back to his office.

In the following days, Ying Yizhe would send a bunch of flowers to Ding Qingming's office every day.

Today is a bouquet of roses, tomorrow is a bouquet of lilies, and the bouquet of flowers every day is different.

He also specially put a card in the bouquet with the words of flowers and love written on it.

Ding Qingming didn't even look at it, and directly let the girls in the office divide the flowers.

Girls are naturally fond of flowers, and since Ding Qingming doesn't want them, these girls put them away.

Ten days later, Ding Qingming received a bunch of chrysanthemums.

She frowned, and the girls in the company looked strange.

Haven't seen anyone give chrysanthemums?

Isn't this a curse?

"Qing Ming——"

At this moment Ying Yizhe walked in from outside.

"The flower language of chrysanthemum is... Noble, clean, I love you... Of course, this is the main thing my mouth says, I... love... you!"

Ying Yizhe said affectionately.

"The little daisy grows in the cold wind, which also represents our love, and it also thrives in the cold wind! Qingming, please accept my love for you!"

After saying this, Ying Yizhe knelt on one knee.

His gaze, just now, had been looking at the girls around, and everyone's expressions were very shocked.