After getting into the taxi, Wu Yong leaned back and began to snore; he was already drunk. After taking him back to the office, Lin Tian took a car back to the entrance of Liou Qingcheng's house. He had already mentioned at noon that he would be home that night.
It was only three in the afternoon and there wasn't anyone home. Lin Tian lay alone on Liou Qingcheng's soft pink bed and suddenly started to stare blankly at the ceiling.
The two of them hadn't seen each other for a month. Lin Tian had been thinking about what sort of exquisite little gift to prepare for her.
What does Liou Qingcheng like?
Lin Tian also fell into the dilemma of a man in love. Preparing a gift for his girlfriend had to be meaningful, unique, and romantic.
Roses were a must, but they could only serve as an embellishment.
A plush doll? There were plenty in Liou Qingcheng's room, and they seemed pretty ordinary.
A candlelit dinner? It still seemed a bit lacking.
