"There won't be a next time." Yu Chenbi's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. After saying this, he turned and left without waiting for Jun Yan to react.
After a long time, Jun Yan didn't see Yu Chenbi again.
It's just that she would receive a bouquet of flowers at a fixed time and place every day, wishing her a speedy recovery, which didn't attract Jun Yan's attention at first.
Because Jun Yan received bouquets from fans almost every day, during the period of hospitalization, her accident during filming became a hot search, and the enthusiasm of fans almost overwhelmed the hospital, causing a lot of trouble to medical staff.
In desperation, Jun Yan hurriedly processed for discharge after recuperation for a few days, and invited a professional medical team to help her check every day at home.
The villa where she lived was in the suburbs, and the confidentiality was very good. Few people knew she was here, that is, Lu Yu would come to see her every day.
But strangely, there was still a bouquet of flowers, which was delivered to her home at a fixed time and place every day.
Jun Yan originally thought that it was Lu Yu who sent it, so she happily accepted it. However, after a few days, when she talked about this with Lu Yu, she realized that the person who had been sending her flowers during this period was not Lu Yu.
She asked Xiao Zhou to look for the flowers she had received in the hospital before, and sure enough, she found a bouquet of flowers every day, from the same flower shop, at the same time.
But only a few people around her knew her address. Jun Yan asked the people around her, and none of them sent it.
Excluding the people around her, the villa is strictly controlled, and there is no possibility of paparazzi sneaking into the community, so there is only one person who has the ability to get her address.
Yu Chenbi.
Jun Yan didn't understand why he sent her flowers every day, because he felt guilty?
Guessing that it might be the flowers sent by Yu Chenbi, Jun Yan didn't contact him to ask him not to send it again.
Just ignore the bouquet of flowers every day, anyway, Xiao Zhou is helping her deal with it.
But Jun Yan ignored it, but it doesn't mean that someone can be indifferent.
Jun Yan was injured, and Lu Yu came to the villa to see her every day, so he knew that someone would send a bouquet of flowers to Jun Yan every day.
These days of getting along, the relationship between the two has been gradually warming up. In Lu Yu's eyes, Jun Yan is already his.
But there are those who are blind and send flowers to Jun Yan every day. Who are they trying to annoy?
How can Lu Yu, who has the common problem of overbearing CEOs, tolerate people who want to get involved in him?
On this day, he had just taken care of Jun Yan after dinner when he saw his assistant Xiao Zhou coming in with a bouquet of flowers.
It was Jun Yan's favorite white roses.
"Sister Yan, today's flowers are here again! I think the person who sent the flowers is too straight. Why are there white roses every day? I am tired of it." Xiao Zhou went to sign for it every day, and it was white roses every day. Xiao Zhou was tired of seeing it, so he made a casual complaint.
However, her words stimulated Lu Yu's fragile nerve. When he saw the bouquet of flowers, his originally gentle expression suddenly darkened, and his handsome face was covered with dark clouds. Without waiting for Jun Yan to speak, he ordered in a cold voice: "Throw these flowers out!"
Usually Lu Yu would come to Jun Yan's place to sit for a while after work, but he came in the morning today, so when the bouquet of flowers arrived as promised, he was caught by him.
Lu Yu looked unprepared, and without thinking, he dictatorially ordered Xiao Zhou to throw the flowers away.
Xiao Zhou, who was holding the flowers happily, was slightly stunned. Seeing Lu Yu's face was very ugly, she was a little scared and looked at Jun Yan who was sitting on the sofa at a loss.
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