When Su Ziceng flipped through the recruitment newspaper for the third time, Lin Ying came back from outside.
"I have some fresh news for you. The florist shops along the Seine, a whole row of them, these past few days, have continuously hung fresh hyacinths at their doors, with the note 'Bao Qin, I love you,' signed by Peter." Lin Ying, after all, is a young woman, and she holds great interest in such romantic deeds.
"Did the whole row put them up?" Su Ziceng was quite pleased with this effect. That night, she had inquired about Miss Bao Qin's preferences under the guise of looking at flowers, pale blue hyacinths.
Bao Qin and Peter are quite common names in France, now the whole of Paris, including the occasional tourists, are guessing who this romantic Peter and the fortunate Bao Qin are.
