"Lin Jiao, your flowers." Zhuo Yuan walked to her desk with a large bouquet of champagne roses.
After receiving different roses for three consecutive days, the table beside Lin Jiao was almost full.
"Thank you." She smiled and took it. "Do you have an empty vase?"
"I'll go and take a look."
"Lin Jiao, your boyfriend is really considerate." Aly turned around and looked at her enviously.
The other colleagues added, "That's right. I've only received three bouquets in two years of marriage with my husband."
"It's already good enough that you received three bouquets. A single person like me can only watch."
"Lin Jiao, how long have you been dating?" Zhuo Yuan returned with two vases.
"More than two months." Lin Ran unwrapped the bouquet and placed the roses in the vase one by one.
"How did you two meet?"
"Through a common friend."
She was not asking private questions, so Lin Jiao felt no pressure answering it.