Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 80

In the past, there were countless people who sent flowers to Harold. All of them were wrapped exquisitely. This was the first time that Harold had received a flower that was dry and thin and wrapped in simple leather paper. It looked shabby and thin.

“Don’t you like it?” Crystal tilted her head. “This flower cost me seventy cents!”

She sighed and was about to take it back when Harold grabbed her wrist, took the rose from her hand, and said, “Who told you that I don’t like it?”

“You look unhappy, Crystal said.

Harold twirled the rose in his hand. It was a gorgeous flower with a sweet fragrance. He said, “Do you think it’s appropriate to give me a pink rose?”

Crystal looked at it.

Harold’s clothes were obviously simple, but there was a kind of nobility that couldn’t be described. He was obviously different from others, not to mention that although this person was good-looking, his cold face could scare people to death.

indeed strange for him to hold a

wanting to take the flower back. However, Harold raised his hand high and

hand when she jumped up. She simply gave up and said coyly, “It’s you who think it’s inappropriate.” “Crystal.” Harold looked down at her and said slowly, “Do you know what the flower language of pink

was a bumpkin. She blinked and asked,

out yourself if you want to know.” Crystal followed him into the car. Luke had already left and Harold was driving. Crystal was sitting in the passenger seat. She obediently fastened her seat belt and was still

touched his windbreaker when

hand and glanced sideways at Crystal. “What are you

said, “Lend me your

simply reached out with the other hand and took the phone away from

a little bit of sunshine, she would step on his face. When they first met, she was so obedient that she could cry in fear with just a few words. Now, it was

Harold said

entered the password and searched for it.

gave me a pink rose.