Tang Xi looked at Fu Yuchen thoughtfully. "Women, don't they all like romance? Romance! Isn't Young Master Fu still unable to handle this?"

"It's not like I've ever chased a woman. How would I know?" Fu Yuchen's voice was very low. "It's not like you don't know that they were all pounced on by yourself."

"How dare Young Master Fu be so innocent? Do you think that if I sell this piece of information to the paparazzi, I'll have to make another big fortune?" Tang Xi said cunningly.

"If President Tang is short of money, just say it. There's no need for such evil ways." Fu Yuchen's attitude was unprecedentedly correct.

'"Alright, for your good attitude, I'll give you a move. Drive to and from work every day, import roses every day in turn, accompany the movie and walk in the evening, Fumo Nan'an City's cuisine is in turn to eat. In short, you just have to agree to what Mo Han wants. Once this woman's mood is coaxed, can she refuse you?" Tang Xi smacked Fu Yuchen's chest proudly.

"Thank you, President Tang!"

After listening to Tang Xi's opinion, Fu Yuchen took the phone on the table and immediately rushed out.

Five minutes later, Mo Han's phone rang.

"Hello! Is this Miss Mo Han? I have your flowers at the door of Mo Han's studio." The shop assistant who delivered the flowers said politely.

However, Mo Han was shocked. "Flowers? Mine? Did anyone send them?"

"Sorry, Miss Mo, the client asked us to keep it a secret! He said that you would know who he is after receiving it." The shop assistant rejected Mo Han's question.

"Alright. Thank you!" As Mo Han spoke, she walked out. Then, she saw 999 beautiful red roses. With a big handful, Mo Han took them and covered her whole body with flowers.

"Yo! Sister Qingzi, who gave this to you?" Qiuzi's face was filled with anticipation.

"Ahhhh! It must be some secret admirer! Sister Qingzi, I can't tell." Qinghe had a wicked smile on his face.

"Ah! We, Qing Zi, have followers! This rose really smells good!" Si Nian hopped over and blew a kiss at Mo Han.

"Sister Qingzi, who gave this to me? Hurry up and solve the mystery for Big Sister!" Dashan's face was filled with anticipation.

However, Mo Han and her companions looked at the roses in all directions. They couldn't tell who the person who sent the roses was. Just as everyone was dumbfounded, Mo Han's WeChat suddenly received a message from Fu Yuchen.

"Qingzi, did you receive the rose? How is it? Do you like it?"

Mo Han was so scared that her phone almost fell to the ground.

"My God! It's from Fu Yuchen!" Mo Han's face was filled with confusion.

"Young Master Fu!" Si Nian was also dumbfounded, "Why would he want to give you flowers! Which nerve is wrong?"

"That's right! Didn't the news of him and Na Nen Mo appear in the newspapers two days ago? Now he's back to offer his love to you. Could it be that he was abandoned by Nen Mo, so he remembered you again?" Yan Xi said with disdain.

Dashan shook his head. "I don't think that's possible. After all, which woman in Nan'an City isn't subdued by Young Master Fu's personal charm? This young model is gone. There are still countless young models waiting."

"Then why did he send me flowers?" Mo Han was also dumbfounded.

"I don't know. I think it's a bit of a mystery. I need to observe it again." Si Nian thought for a moment and patted Mo Han's shoulder heavily.

Mo Han nodded, "Alright, then I know. Everyone, hurry up and get to work." Then, he opened Fu Yuchen's chat box and said, "Thank you for your kindness! But I'm allergic to roses."

Mo Han remembered that when she was first with Fu Yuchen, he had also given her flowers, which were also roses. Then she told Fu Yuchen that she was allergic to roses. Obviously, Fu Yuchen didn't care at all.

Mo Han smiled self-deprecatingly. How could such a trivial matter enter Fu Yuchen's eyes!

However, no one expected that ten minutes later, dozens of large trucks filled with flowers appeared in front of Mo Han's studio.

"Is Fu Yuchen crazy? Is he going to bring over all the flowers from Nan'an City for you?" The little fellows were dumbfounded as they hurriedly pulled Mo Han out. Before Mo Han could reply, dozens of trucks filled with flowers arrived at the entrance of Mo Han's studio.

"My God! Is Young Master Fu trying to turn our Mo Han Studio into a flower shop? Isn't this crazy?" Qiuzi's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Let's start selling flowers tomorrow."

"I think so. The flowers in Nan'an City will definitely be out of stock tomorrow. Maybe we can make a big fortune."

"Hello, Miss Mo! May I know where these flowers are?" The leader of the truck politely consulted Mo Han.

"You see where you can put it.

Mo Han let out a long sigh, then opened her phone address book to find Fu Yuchen's phone and pressed the dial button.

"Do you like any of these flowers?" Fu Yuchen picked up the phone and asked in a relaxed tone.

"What are you doing?" Mo Han's tone was extremely cold, without the slightest bit of joy. "Is it necessary?"

"Of course it is necessary. Other women have flowers to collect. Of course my wife also has flowers." Fu Yuchen replied confidently.

Mo Han smiled. "That's because other women like flowers. Unfortunately, I'm not one of them. I don't like flowers. I remember I said that." Fu Yuchen was obviously stunned. "Then what do you like?"

"I don't need to trouble President Fu with anything I like. Don't give me flowers anymore. If President Fu insists on buying flowers for me, then donate all the money to the children of the special school. I thank President Fu for them!" Mo Han hung up immediately after sending them off.

"Sister Qingzi, we are too happy. We don't even need to go out to admire flowers because we live in the sea of flowers. We will admire all the flowers in Nan'an City in the studio." Qinghe looked at the flowers in the studio and sighed.

"It's a pity that the flowers will wither. At that time, I'll have to trouble Auntie Keeper to throw them away. Sigh, it's a pity that there are so many flowers." Si Nian looked at Sifu's flowers and lowered his head to ponder.

"Otherwise, let's make these flowers into dried flowers so they can be preserved for a long time and save a lot of money on soft packaging." Yanxi looked at his companions and said expectantly.

Everyone suddenly realized, "Right! Perfect!"

However, before the flowers could be tied up and put away, the horn of a car sounded at the entrance of Mo Han's studio.

"Are there flowers again?" Qiuzi, who had been tied up with flowers and had a sore back, no longer had the joy he had before. Instead, he had a face full of fear.

"You can go out and take a look." Qinghe said as he hung the tied flowers upside down from the window.

"Dashan, please go." Qiuzi said with a fawning expression.

"Alas, you women, you can do it. I'll go." Dashan immediately put down the flowers in his hand and walked out.

A long truck was filled with boxes. It was impossible to tell what it was. When the delivery man saw that someone had come out, he immediately started loading the boxes and piled them one by one in the corridor of the studio.

"Your favorite thing is coming. Open the express delivery!" Dashan said with a mysterious expression.

"Did I deliver it by express?" As expected, when they heard the express delivery, the little friends immediately put down the flowers in their hands and walked out, because they all thought that it was their own express delivery. However, when they reached the corridor, everyone was dumbfounded, "Oh my God! Who gave this to me! Are you crazy?"

"Who else but Fu Yuchen?" Si Nian let out a long sigh. "I don't think Fu Yuchen is doing nothing to offer his love. He simply wants us to die." "Don't you all expect what's inside this box?" Qinghe looked at his companions mysteriously.

"I have a headache when I think about how I have to unpack these boxes and throw them into the trash can one by one." Qiuzi's face was filled with despair.

"I'll dismantle it!" As Yanxi spoke, he took the knife over and began to open the box.

After opening the box, everyone was dumbfounded. Shoes, all shoes, all kinds, all kinds of materials, all seasons; Dresses, best sellers in various countries; Jewelry, all kinds of unexpected materials, all of them were custom-made. Bags, limited edition of each big brand.

"Heavens! You're going to wear it all the time!" Dashan was dumbfounded. He didn't understand Fu Yuchen's actions at all.

"Sister Qingzi, you won't be able to wear it for the rest of your life! Otherwise, how about sharing a portion of it with me?" Qiuzi said expectantly.

"Qingzi, why don't we close the studio? I think after we sell these things online, we can live without working for many years!" Si Nian suggested seriously.

"I've thought of countless methods to make a fortune in my life, but I didn't expect it to be like this. Life is truly too pleasantly surprising!" Qinghe was excited.

"Dashan, immediately post on the forum. We'll sell all of these things tomorrow." Mo Han thought for a moment. This was the best method she could think of at present.

However, he didn't expect to be stopped by Si Nian. "We're just talking. Why are you serious? This is something Fu Yuchen gave you. You can't sell it, but you can't sell it anymore. This seems to be too disrespectful to him."

Mo Han nodded. "I know. But since he gave these things to me, shouldn't the right to dispose of them be in my hands? I can dispose of them as I want. He doesn't care. Besides, I didn't ask him to give them to me."

"The most important thing is that there are so many things that I can use by myself. One a day? So extravagant. Since that's the case, it's better to sell them to the people who need them and donate the money. I think that will highlight the significance of the gifts."

"I think Sister Qingzi is right. This is the best way to deal with it. Otherwise, sooner or later, these things will be reduced to rubbish. That would be a waste!" Dashan was the first to stand out and express his agreement.

"I also thought about it seriously. Indeed, this is the best way to deal with it." Qiuzi said seriously.

"I agree." Yan Xi raised his hand in agreement.

Si Nian sighed helplessly. "Alright, since you all agree, then I have nothing to say. Dashan, go to the forum and send a message. Also, take more photos of these things."

"Come on! Sister Nian." Dashan leapt towards the computer.

"What do you plan to do next?" Si Nian looked at Mo Han worriedly, "I feel that Fu Yuchen is a little addicted to offering Yin Qing."

"Soldiers come to block, water comes to earth to cover. What else can we do?" Mo Hanyun said calmly.

Si Nian nodded and said, "It seems that this is the only way. However, I really can't see what his purpose is."

"Me too. He sent me a message asking me to have dinner tonight. I'll talk to him then." Recently, there were many things happening in the studio. Mo Han already had enough headaches. She didn't expect Fu Yuchen to interfere, so Mo Han's head hurt even more.

What was even more unfortunate was that at this moment, the car horn sounded again at the entrance of Mo Han's studio.

The little friends of Mo Han's studio had an unprecedented tacit understanding. Everyone turned their gazes to Mo Han and said, "Sister Qingzi, your express delivery."

"Aren't you all curious about what it is?" Mo Han asked meaningfully.

Qiuzi hurriedly shook his head. "I'm not curious anymore. I'm not curious at all." Qiuzi could clearly feel that his waist was about to be crippled.

"After all, it's Sister Qingzi's personal belongings. You should go and get it. We won't look at your privacy anymore." As Dashan spoke, he hurriedly retreated backwards. Today, he had overdrawn his entire life's worth of money because of the excitement brought about by the dismantling of the express delivery.

"Right, right, right. Didn't you say before that everyone has their own world? We won't occupy yours." Qinghe immediately echoed. She was truly afraid of Fu Yuchen's trick.