𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ✓

Chapter 70

Zheng Baozhu jumped and jumped onto Qu Zhi's back. Her hands were wrapped around her straight neck, and she was holding a flower that came from nowhere....

Qu Zhi stood up behind her back and glanced at the flower in her hand: "Where did the flower come from?"

Zheng Baozhu said, "I just took it from the private room."

"...you just walked away like this?"

The waiter next to them heard their conversation and said with a full smile: "It doesn't matter, if Mr. Zheng likes it, this flower will be given to her."

"You heard it, they said it was given to me." Zheng Baozhu proudly held Hua Zai Quzhi and shook it forward. The straight hand tugged her leg a little further, warning: "Don't move, be careful to fall."

Zheng Baozhu obediently clambered on his shoulders and didn't move. She picked a flower and put it down, gently inserting it into her straight hair, and she didn't notice it at all. When the waiter next to him saw it, he couldn't help laughing. Zheng Baozhu turned his head to the side and made a "shush" gesture to her.

The waiter nodded and didn't say anything. Qu Zhi carried Zheng Baozhu all the way to the world and waited for the car to come. After the assistant drove Zheng Baozhu's car over, he stuck his head out and said to Qu Zhi, "Qu..."

Before the word "Mr." could be said, her eyes were attracted by the flower on Qu Zhi's head. Zheng Baozhu winked at her, and the assistant understood it, as if he didn't see the little flower on Qu Zhi's head: "Mr. Qu, shall I take you back, or do you drive Miss Baozhu back?"

She saw that Qu Zhi didn't drink at night, she probably just wanted to send Zheng Baozhu home.

Qu Zhi really chose the latter: "You go back with everyone first, I'll just drive."

"Okay." The assistant opened the door and got out of the car. She glanced at the flower on Quzhi's head again, and smiled at him: "Then I'll go back first, you and Miss Baozhu pay attention to safety."

"Yeah." Qu Zhi nodded slightly and looked sideways at Zheng Baozhu, who was still leaning on him, "Are you sober? Come down when you wake up."

"Oh." Zheng Baozhu responded and jumped off Qu Zhi's back. She consciously walked to the passenger seat, opened the door and sat in. Qu Zhi sat in the driver's seat and closed the door beside him.

Zheng Baozhu fastened his seat belt beside him, but he didn't buckle it for a long time. Seeing Qu Zhi frowned slightly, "Let go, I'll come."

"Oh." Zheng Baozhu obediently let go of her hand, leaned forward, helped her fasten her seat belt, and was about to sit up straight when she looked up and saw the flowers on her head in the rearview mirror of the car.

"..." He was silent for a while before looking at the initiator beside him, "Zheng Baozhu, did you do this?"

"What?" Zheng Baozhu looked at him innocently, as if he had just discovered a flower on his head, "Hey, why is there a flower on your head? It's so pretty."

"Heh." Qu Zhi let out a light snort and looked at Zheng Baozhu's hand, "Where's the flower you took just now? Why is there only a branch left now?"

Zheng Baozhu looked down at the branch in his hand, and exclaimed the same as him: "Yes, where are my flowers?"

"...Childish." Qu Zhi said, taking off the flower on his head and pinning it on Zheng Baozhu's head, "You still look better wearing it."

"Who said that, I think you look good wearing it." Zheng Baozhu said succinctly, "Look at those men in ancient times, didn't they all like to wear a flower on their head?"