Wei Chuan planned to drive by himself. He took out the car keys from his bag and said to Meng Tang: "I'll drive, you wait for me at the east gate."
"Give me the flowers." Meng Tang raised his hand, "I'll take them first."
Meng Tang took the bouquet and confirmed that Wei Chuan was gone before finding the official website of the flower shop based on the French on the card.
Official website introduction is detailed and clear at a glance.
The bouquet of flowers held by Meng Tang is a custom-made one for confession.
Simply put, it is customized according to the crowd, and each one is unique.
Meng Tang flipped through the page, compared the bouquets, and estimated that the ones customized by Weichuan were in the mid-range price range.
There are themed pictures on the page, one of which is very similar to the flower gift in Meng Tang’s arms, with a price tag of 4,999.
The bunch ordered by Wei Chuan was probably about the same. Meng Tang was shocked at the sky-high price.
But it does look good.
There is a separate introduction to the flowers on the official website. Meng Tang found that the main flowers in his bouquet were Japanese green peony and Dutch hydrangea.
She clicked on the Japanese Green Peony page, and there were a few lines of small text introduction below. The first line was in Japanese, which she didn’t recognize. The one written under the Japanese, she didn’t know if it was a translation, read:
The first confession came from a young and clumsy encounter.
Mengtang's mind automatically replayed her first encounter with Wei Chuan.
Clumsy and awkward, everything is too coincidental.
In her field of vision, the crowd blurred into patches of light and shadow, and a honking sound covered up the violent beating of her heart.
Meng Tang came back to her senses. Wei Chuan's car stopped in front of her, and she subconsciously opened the back door.
Just when she was about to sit on it, Wei Chuan turned around and called her: "You want me to be the driver?"
Meng Tang froze, raised his eyes and said, "No."
Wei Chuan glanced at the bouquet: "Then you sit in the front, and the flowers sit in the back."
Meng Tang had to go to the passenger seat.
After slowly crossing a narrow road, Meng Tang looked sideways and asked: "Didn't you communicate with the clerk when you went to order flowers?"
"You did communicate." Wei Chuan was confused as to why she asked, " "Weren't you there at the time?"
Meng Tang said: "I'm not behind you. I told you that Lingyin likes warm colors, so you chose the green one."
Wei Chuan was stunned: "But the clerk at the time was very professional. After a few words, he asked me to pay the deposit."
"What did you talk to them about?" Meng Tang suspected that he had been cheated.
"I talked about you." Wei Chuan also noticed something was wrong.
"Talk about me?" Meng Tang was surprised, "Why did you choose flowers to confess to Lingyin and tell others about me?"
Wei Chuan glanced at her from the corner of his eye: "I thought she was chatting with me, just like a taxi driver chatting with passengers. The clerk asked us if we were students. It would be rude for me not to answer."
"She asked you what color you like and what songs you like to listen to, so I told you all. Oh, by the way, I also praised your wood carving skills."
"Are you stupid?" She couldn't hold it back and blurted out.
"What's wrong with me?" Wei Chuan was still a little aggrieved.
What else happened?
Mengtang: "...You will know after you look at the flowers later."
Understanding the speechlessness in her words, Wei Chuan did not ask further questions. The first thing he did when he arrived at the door of the restaurant was to park the car and go to the back seat to look at the flowers.
Meng Tang reminded from behind: "Look at the words on the card."
Wei Chuan used his fingers to straighten the slightly crooked card, and suddenly chuckled when he saw the meaningful line.
The clerk may have misunderstood and seated Meng Tang accordingly.
Meng Tang: "...you are still laughing?"
"If you don't laugh, I'll cry." Wei Chuan closed the car door, "Something happened."
Meng Tang: "So the clerk misunderstood, right?"
Wei Chuan nodded.
"How could you make such a mistake?" Meng Tang muttered softly.
Wei Chuan: "Compared to what happened with Xie Lingyin and Xu Heqing, this is nothing, right?"
The matter has come to this, what else can Meng Tang say?
The two of them entered the restaurant and entered the smallest private room under the guidance of the waiter.
Retro chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the light is soft and ambiguous.
Wei Chuan pushed the menu to Meng Tang: "Look, what do you want to eat."
Meng Tang actually didn't know what to order, but if he pushed the menu back, he would inevitably have to fight with him for a few more rounds.
I just pointed at two dishes casually.
Wei Chuan added two more dishes and turned to ask the waiter: "Do you have any recommended desserts?"
"No more." Meng Tang quickly stopped, "I have eaten too much sweets in the past two days, and my throat is a little tired."
Weichuan gave the menu to the waiter: "Add an extra dish of lemongrass and coconut chicken soup."
The coconut milk is mellow, and the sour and spicy lemongrass and lime juice can dissolve the sweetness.
The meal came quickly, and Meng Tang immersed himself in eating.
Eat with a graceful appearance, finishing the meal in silence.
In line with the principle of not wasting, Wei Chuan scooped the last bit of soup into the bowl.
There is a half-closed window hanging on the wall at the end of the dining table. Green plants stand outside the window, creating a unique artistic conception in the night.
Meng Tang held his chin up and looked over, with bright eyes and a clear and graceful aura.
Wei Chuan silently took out his mobile phone and straightened his hair in front of the camera.
With a "click", Meng Tang turned his head.
Wei Chuan quickly adjusted the lens, clicked several pictures of himself in a panic, and turned it over to show her: "It's a selfie."
Mengtang laughed.
Wei Chuan flipped his wrist and was immediately struck by how ugly he was. All the photos were taken from his nostrils down.
Fuck!
Wei Chuan deleted one by one. With a shake of his hand, he almost deleted the candid photo just now.
He put away his cell phone and said to Meng Tang: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."
Twenty minutes later, Wei Chuan's car stopped at the bottom of Building 19.
Meng Tang opened the car door and was about to leave.
"Meng Tang." Wei Chuan quickly got out of the car.
Meng Tang turned around with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?"
Wei Chuan took the flower out of the back seat and handed it to her: "You forgot it."
"Sorry." Meng Tang took it and said to Wei Chuan, "Then I'll go up first?"
Wei Chuan nodded.
It wasn't until her back disappeared at the door of the women's dormitory that he turned around and got in the car.
When I was buying flowers, there was a service group. Wei Chuan opened WeChat and sent a "Good evening" message, and there was a reply immediately.
Wei Chuan input: [Excuse me, for the flower gift I customized, did you record the recipient’s information? 】
【That's it, because you want a surprise, we didn't leave Miss Meng's message, only yours. Is there anything wrong with the flowers? 】
Staring at the words "Ms. Meng", Wei Chuan was sure that the clerk had mistaken the person.
He chuckled lightly and replied: [It’s okay, she likes it very much. 】
The other party responded with an expression: [Congratulations. 】
Wei Chuan replied "Thank you".
The bouquet Meng Tang held was so beautiful that it turned heads a lot along the way.
Arrived at the door of the dormitory, she suddenly felt a little "fearful of being close to home".
Shi Lan came out to dry the clothes and was stunned for a moment when she saw Meng Tang, and then the demonic sound pierced her ears.
"Shhhhhhhhh..." Meng Tang raised his hand to stop him, but it was of no use.
"Ah ah ah, you are finally back." Shi Lan threw away the basin, "Yang Ke and I have been waiting for you for a long time, why are you so silent? That's Wei Chuan."
Xie Lingyin laughed: "What's wrong with Wei Chuan? Meng Tang is also very good."
"Yes, that's right." Shi Lan agreed, "He has to be my roommate."
The two bedrooms next door were startled when they heard the noise and ran over without even putting on their coats.
Seeing the flowers that Meng Tang was holding, someone said "F*ck": "Who confessed to Meng Tang in Shunfu's confession flower gift?"
This is a knowledgeable person.
Shi Lan chuckled and wanted to show off, but someone couldn't bear to urge:
"Who is it?"