C1874 The Mother Who Gave the Flowers to the Child
After Jun Le returned to the Hsu's Group, he took care of the documents for a while before having a meeting.
After the meeting, he had to meet another important client. After discussing the partnership, he went back to the CEO's office to continue processing the documents.
The morning passed very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon.
Jun Le did not get off work early as usual. Instead, he stayed in the office for a while before coming out of the office.
The driver was waiting for him downstairs.
It was not easy to see him come out, so the driver quickly opened the car door for him.
"Second Young Master Jun, are you going home?"
The driver asked as he started the engine.
Jun Le was silent for a while and said, "Let's go to the flower shop first."
He originally wanted to bring some gifts for Hsu Dongchen when he went home every day. Since she took the initiative to ask for a bouquet of flowers, he naturally had to satisfy her.
As for the unhappy idea in the morning, Jun Le was still unhappy in his heart.
Even when he was thrown on the floor by Hsu Dongchen, his back still hurt a little.
Her strength was too great.
He did not know how many years she had practiced martial arts, but she was even more powerful than him.
"Okay."
The driver smiled and answered respectfully.
The car drove Jun Le out of Hsu's Group.
Jun Le looked straight ahead.
Maybe he felt bored sitting there. He took out his phone, opened the photo album on his phone, and looked at his son's face.
Hsu Junlin looked like Hsu Dongchen.
In Hsu Dongchen's words, she was born with the same surname as him, so they looked like her too.
Actually, Jun Lin also looked a little like him.
In one sentence, it was a combination of the strengths of her parents.
When he was just born, Jun Le thought his son was ugly.
Now, he dared to say that in fifteen or sixteen years, his son would become the most handsome boy in Jiang City.
The women who were charmed were truck after truck.
Just like the child's mother.
After Hsu Dongchen's identity as a woman was exposed, some of the daughters and daughters who had once loved Hsu Dongchen could not let go of him.
The reason why they came to Hsu Family at the third or fifth hour was to visit Hsu Dongchen. In fact, they wanted to see Hsu Dongchen, who was dressed in female clothing.
They might still have some fantasies.0
Of course, Hsu Dongchen did not want to see them.
Except for the families who were on good terms with the Hsu Family and the people of the Hsu Family, no one else could even enter the main gate of the Hsu Family.
"Second Young Master Jun."
The driver parked the car in front of a flower shop and turned his head to remind Jun Le, "The flower shop is here."
They had reached the flower shop so quickly.
Jun Le put his phone away and put it back in his pocket.
He instructed the driver, "Wait for me here. I'll get off the car and buy some flowers."
The driver nodded.
Jun Le pushed the door open and got off the car.
The driver hesitated when he saw him at the entrance of the flower shop. Luckily, he still entered the flower shop in the end.
After a while, Jun Le came out.
He was holding a large bouquet of fiery red roses.
Hsu Dongchen did not have any experience in love, but Jun Le did.
When he was with his first girlfriend, he also gave flowers to her.
The driver saw him carrying such a big bouquet of flowers. When he got into the car, he smiled and said, "Miss will be very happy to receive this bouquet of flowers."
Second Young Master Jun and Miss finally made some substantial progress.
Only heaven knew how anxious these watchmen were waiting.
Jun Le did not say anything.
"Second Young Master, do you want to go to the jewelry store? There is a jewelry store in front of us, and it is a very famous jewelry store in Jiang City."
The driver asked as he drove.
Jun Le thought that since he had already bought the flowers, it wasn't impossible for him to buy another set of jewelry.
He said, "Does your young lady like jewelry? Other than wearing a man's watch, she doesn't wear anything else."
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