"Not much, if you like it, I can give you one every day."
"No need, it's too wasteful..." Jian Yanyan had just finished saying this, and suddenly thought of the past.
When she was with Shen Mingfeng before, he never gave her flowers, perhaps just once, and even then it wasn't many, just a few stems.
Later, because they planned to get married and buy a house in Jiang City, they couldn't spend money recklessly. She handed all her salary to Shen Mingfeng, and he never bought her flowers again.
After all, what woman doesn't love flowers, what woman doesn't love romance?
But at that time, for the sake of life and future happiness, she asked for nothing, wanted nothing, and they hardly even went out to see a movie.
Thinking about it makes her feel sad; she never experienced love like other girls.
She gave a bitter smile and shook her head.
