Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 823 - 831: Child (3)

Sending red roses every day and changing to a bouquet of white roses, would she like white?

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Nancheng spoke. "Another bouquet of white roses, this style."

"Alright, sir, please hold on."

In fact, the roses in the shop were not as fresh and vibrant as the ones he had flown in, but it was only just now that he suddenly realized that he hadn’t really given her a proper bouquet of flowers before.

Qiao Zichen was sitting on a high chair, swinging his short little legs, seemingly in a good mood. He looked at Fu Nancheng and then proactively initiated a conversation, "Why are you sending flowers?"

Fu Nancheng gazed at him without speaking.

Could this kid be forgetful?

Wasn’t it he who reminded him to buy flowers just now?

Oh, he understood.

This little brat’s real intention was to get him to pay for the flowers.

Such a cunning little devil.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Qiao Zichen chuckled. Without feeling the slightest bit embarrassed, he moved his chair closer to Fu Nancheng and asked again, "Did you make a mistake too?"

Made a mistake?

He was slightly stunned, a trace of bitterness appearing in his eyes.

Yes... he made a mistake...

So now she doesn’t want him anymore.

"I’ll tell you a secret, I made a mistake too. But I haven’t figured out what to say yet."

Fu Nancheng remained silent, just staying quiet.

Soon, the shop owner tied up the two bouquets.

The same style of wrapping, dark brown kraft paper, simple and clean.

One large bouquet of sunflowers, one clean, fresh bouquet of white roses.

Qiao Zichen didn’t rush to leave; instead, he put down the bouquet and ran to the mirror in the flower shop.

Putting down his backpack, he took out a box of hair wax from inside, carefully unscrewed it, then applied a little to both his palms, and spread it on his hair.

Fu Nancheng stood beside him, his eye twitching uncontrollably.

Are kids today... all like this...?

Feeling grateful that he paid for the flowers, little Qiao Zichen looked up at him with loyalty, "Do you want some?"

Fu Nancheng was about to shake his head when Qiao Zichen reached out his chubby little hand, gesturing for him to come over.

Driven by some unseen force, he squatted in front of him.

The little guy, with a solemn face, seriously rubbed some hair wax in his palms and then spread it on Fu Nancheng’s hair.

Two minutes later, Fu Nancheng frowned slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror, sporting the same hairstyle as the little brat, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

Qiao Zichen ignored him, straightened his black little bow tie, then took out a mini bottle of hair fragrance spray from his bag and sprayed it left and right on his hair.

He didn’t wait for Fu Nancheng to refuse and climbed onto the chair to give him two more sprays.

Fu Nancheng’s face turned a mix of red and green as he looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a bit... showy.

Looking at the little fella beside him, self-satisfied, he wondered to himself, are kids these days all so showy?

"Let’s go."

Qiao Zichen, carrying a big bouquet of sunflowers, walked out of the flower shop contentedly.

Fu Nancheng couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked at the small figure.

Because the sunflowers were so large and the stems quite thick and long, even though the shop owner had trimmed a lot, the entire bouquet was still substantial, blocking the little guy’s vision completely.

From a distance, one could only see a large bunch of golden sunflowers moving slowly, indescribably cute.

Fu Nancheng walked beside him, preventing him from getting hit by a car but not intending to help carry it.

...

A few minutes later, the two of them were back in front of the company.