Chapter 36: Sending Chrysanthemums is Too Inappropriate

Qiao Lan couldn’t sleep because of Qiao Zhenyuan’s call. She got up and took out her sketchbook and pencils from the drawer to start drawing design sketches.

She was so engrossed in her drawing that she lost track of time. By the time she lay down in bed, it was already midnight.

Not surprisingly, Qiao Lan overslept the next day. She opened her eyes and it was almost eight o’clock.

Qiao Lan rubbed her hair in annoyance, washed her face in the bathroom, changed clothes and headed out.

Mo Qian was already dressed and waiting for her in the living room.

He looked at Qiao Lan’s flustered appearance and comforted her, “Don’t worry.”

Qiao Lan was about to cry, “I’m going to be late, how can I not worry?”

This was her first collaboration with Tang Hongwen, and leaving a bad impression of being late would be terrible.

She became more and more annoyed, and blamed Qiao Zhenyuan for this.

Mo Qian raised an eyebrow, “What if he missed his flight?”

Qiao Lan wasn’t comforted, she said gloomily, “The probability of missing a flight is 0.1 percent.”

Mo Qian picked up the breakfast from the dining table and chased after Qiao Lan to the elevator.

“I made you a sandwich, eat it on the way.”

Qiao Lan looked at the richly-filled sandwich, her eyes lit up. She suddenly remembered the man’s palm wound and said with concern, “You still have a wound on your palm, don’t cook these next few days.”

Mo Qian’s wound was completely unable to hold a spatula, and picking and washing vegetables would also get water on it, which was not conducive to wound healing.

Although she craved the man’s cooking skills, she wouldn’t exploit an injured person.

“Go back and rest, I’ll go to the airport myself.”

“I’m not at ease leaving you.”

Qiao Lan’s urgency was written all over her face. He was worried that something might happen to her on the way.

Mo Qian paused, then said, “The wound on my palm has already healed.”

“How is that possible?” Qiao Lan didn’t believe it.

Mo Qian opened his palm.

The wound on his palm had skipped the scab stage and directly grew new flesh.

Compared to the surrounding skin, the wound was pink and tender, but it had already healed.

Qiao Lan said incredulously, “Your wound really healed?”

Mo Qian chuckled, “The facts are right in front of you, aren’t they?”

Qiao Lan rubbed the new flesh on the man’s palm, her shock was beyond words.

Even people with the best healing abilities would still need a week to recover from an injury, after all, the scab-falling process was long.

He had actually healed in one day, no, one night.

Unbelievable!

Qiao Lan curiously asked, “Did your wound heal on its own, or did you use some kind of magic medicine?”

If his body healed on its own, he would surely be taken to a laboratory for research as a monster.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lan’s eyes became tense.

If he became a research subject, Mo Qian would definitely be doomed, and whether his body would remain intact was unknown.

Mo Qian could feel Qiao Lan’s tension and worry about him. He rubbed her hair affectionately, “Of course it was medicine, a flesh-regenerating ointment developed by my friend, it works very well, I’ll get you one later.”

The man who could develop such a magical medicine must be a top-level monster in the medical field.

Qiao Lan asked half-believingly, “You know people in the medical field?”

Her questioning gaze stung Mo Qian, he laughed angrily, his eyes deep as he stared at Qiao Lan, “Lanlan, I know more people than you can imagine.”

And the strengths of the people he knew were also beyond Qiao Lan’s imagination.

Take Tang Hongwen for example.

Qiao Lan dared not look at his black eyes that were like whirlpools. She withdrew her gaze, lost in thought.

She didn’t deny Mo Qian’s words.

He did know a lot of people, and none of them were ordinary people, like the gym manager, like Tang Hongwen, and like the medical friend he mentioned.

She couldn’t help but think, was this man really just a carefree, idle hooligan?

Qiao Lan looked at the man’s tall and straight back, her beautiful eyes were momentarily dazed, she murmured, “Mo Qian, are you really a normal person?”

Mo Qian turned back, “Lanlan, as long as you ask, I will never hide anything from you.”

If Qiao Lan continued to ask, he would definitely tell her everything.

Mo Qian’s handsome face showed unprecedented sincerity, but Qiao Lan felt a bit hesitant.

For the first time, she was afraid that the answer she got was not what she wanted to hear.

“It’s getting late, let’s go to the airport.”

She finished speaking and got into the car.

Mo Qian sighed helplessly, he really hoped that the little woman would continue to ask.

…

Half an hour later

The car arrived at the airport.

Time was too tight, Qiao Lan didn’t go to the flower shop on the side of the road to buy flowers, but went to the airport flower shop to choose a bouquet.

The clerk held out a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, “This bouquet is perfect for sending to a friend.”

Qiao Lan liked this bouquet at first glance. She was about to hold it in her arms when Mo Qian’s cold voice sounded behind her, “It’s not pretty.”

Qiao Lan blinked, “Not pretty?”

Mo Qian nodded seriously, “Yeah, not pretty.”

For the first time, Qiao Lan doubted her own taste, she asked, “Which bouquet do you think is pretty?”

Mo Qian pointed to the corner.

Qiao Lan followed his finger and saw a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in the corner. She twitched her lips, “Sending chrysanthemums is too inappropriate.”

She would be holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums to greet him, Tang Hongwen would probably turn around and leave, and put her on his blacklist.

“I think it’s pretty good.” Mo Qian was expressionless, his expression was as serious as it could be.

Qiao Lan said angrily, “Don’t make trouble.”

In the end, she still chose the blue hydrangea bouquet.

Qiao Lan held the flowers and went to the arrival gate. She glanced at the time on her phone.

It was 8:45.

She said anxiously, “Tang Hongwen wouldn’t have left, would he?”

“No.”

Qiao Lan turned back, “How are you so sure?”

Before Mo Qian could answer, Tang Hongwen pushed his suitcase slowly out of the arrival gate.

Qiao Lan was about to apologize, but Tang Hongwen spoke first, “Sorry, I answered a video call after getting off the plane, so I came out late.”

He glanced meaningfully at the man standing behind Qiao Lan.

That video call was from the assistant of a certain person.

Qiao Lan was relieved, but also a little embarrassed, “It’s okay, I just arrived a short while ago.”

She presented the flowers, “Mr. Tang, thank you for being willing to help me with this.”

Tang Hongwen was flattered, he couldn’t help but look at Mo Qian with a smug smile.

His little sweetheart was giving him flowers, he wondered if he had ever enjoyed this honor.

Before Tang Hongwen could touch the bouquet, he received the man’s cold and frosty gaze, which stung his back of the hand, making him dare not reach out anymore.

Mo Qian had never even received flowers from Qiao Lan, Tang Hongwen was even less qualified!

Tang Hongwen touched his nose, politely declining, “Miss Qiao’s flowers are very beautiful, but I’m allergic to pollen.”

“Ah?” Qiao Lan was surprised, “Really?”

She had specifically investigated Tang Hongwen, and hadn’t seen any mention of pollen allergies in his profile.

Tang Hongwen didn’t dare dig too deep a hole for himself, he coughed lightly, “I’m only allergic to hydrangeas.”