Chapter 2846 Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day? 05

The rain showed no signs of stopping, turning from a torrential downpour two days ago into a lingering drizzle.

The sky was still overcast, but the Chenshi Coffee Shop was warm and bright. The aroma of roasted coffee beans and the smell of desserts blended together, making people feel relaxed as soon as they entered.

Barista Xiao Liu is cleaning equipment behind the counter, while cake decorator A Lin is preparing ingredients for the afternoon in the baking room behind.

Jin Chen rarely gets to do it himself, standing in front of the espresso machine to make hand-drip coffee for regular customers.

"It's rare to see Boss Jin personally making a move today," a regular customer said with a smile.

"I've got nothing better to do," Jin Chen replied, placing the filter cup back on the holder, and the coffee slowly dripped into the lower pot.

It's strange, why didn't Yun Jian come for coffee today?

As Jin Chen was thinking, she glanced at the door, and just then the wind chimes on the shop door rang.

The girl who came in was Xiao Ye from the flower shop next door. She had her hair in a ponytail, was holding a bouquet of flowers, and had a dark brown ribbon tied around her neck.

"Boss Jin."

Xiao Ye walked to the bar, her voice soft and a little shy, and handed over the bouquet of flowers. "Our boss asked me to give this to you. He said he wanted to thank you for the coffee you've treated him to these past two days."

Jin Chen took the bouquet. The flowers were very fresh, with water droplets still on the petals, indicating that they had just been wrapped.

"Please thank Boss Yun for me. Is he not at the shop today?"

"I went to get supplies," Xiao Ye said. "A customer ordered some special flowers that need to be air-freighted from overseas, and the boss personally went to the airport to pick them up."

"I see, thank you for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all," Xiao Ye waved her hand and turned to leave.

The atmosphere in the store changed the moment she left.

A regular customer jokingly remarked, "Mr. Yun, you must have a good relationship with the beautiful owner of the flower shop next door."

Jin Chen chuckled, saw off the regular customer, and ignored Xiao Liu's teasing remark before carrying the flowers upstairs.

Pushing open the door, as expected, I saw Tan Quan leaning on the balcony again.

To be precise, half of his body was hanging out of the balcony, one leg had already crossed the railing, and he was trying to climb onto the balcony of the flower shop next door.

The balconies of the two buildings are nearly two meters apart, and the drop below is the height of the second floor. A fall from there would not be fatal, but breaking an arm or leg would be certain.

Tan Quan, with his buttocks sticking out and his hair all messy, tried to escape, but he was clumsy.

Jin Chen held the bouquet in his arms, looking at it expressionlessly.

Tan Quan was extremely sensitive to danger. The moment Jin Chen pushed open the door, he sensed something was wrong. He slowly turned around and saw Jin Chen standing there.

"!!!"

Tan Quan was so frightened that he almost slipped off the edge of the balcony, but managed to grab onto the railing to steady himself.

The next second, Tan Quan pulled his leg back with astonishing agility, flipped himself back onto the balcony, stood up straight, cleared his throat, and began to do stretching exercises like calisthenics.

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

Jin Chen walked to the center of the living room, placed the bouquet on the coffee table, and then plucked a leaf from the bouquet.

Tan Quan was still exercising there, but his eyes were secretly glancing this way.

Jin Chen raised his hand, pinching the leaf between his index and middle fingers, and flicked his wrist slightly.

call out!

The leaf shot out like a dart, grazing Tan Quan's cheek before finally embedding itself firmly in the wooden window frame of the balcony.

Tan Quan: "..."

He stood frozen in place, and only after a few seconds did he dare to slowly turn his head to look at the leaf that was embedded at least half a centimeter into the wood, and then touched his face.

It's burning hot! It hurts!

"I'm just stretching my muscles..." Tan Quan said dryly.

Jin Chen didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Tan Quan felt uneasy under their gaze and slowly moved behind the sofa, trying to hide himself.

Jin Chen really didn't understand how this person could be like a dog, full of energy, jumping around, wagging its tail when given food, and causing trouble if you weren't careful.

"You want to go next door again?" Jin Chen said calmly. "I told you it's not allowed. Do you have a bad memory, or can't you understand human language?"

"Okay, okay, I won't go."

Tan Quan peeked half his head out from behind the sofa, his eyes fixed on the bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, and his nose twitched twice.

“Hey,” Tan Quan’s tone became a little smug again, “who sent you these flowers? They’re quite pretty…can I have a couple to play with? I’m so bored.”

"No, stay put. If I find you going near the next door again, next time Ye Zi won't be nailing the window frame."

Jin Chen picked up the bouquet, turned around, went into the bedroom, and closed the door.

Tan Quan's mournful voice came from outside the door, "Stingy..."

Tan Quan squatted down beside the sofa, hugging his knees and burying his face in his arms, feeling incredibly bitter.

This person couldn't understand his pain at all; he just wanted to see how Songcun was doing!

Jin Chen placed the bouquet on the bedside table, sat by the bed for a while, and suddenly realized that she could no longer hear any sounds outside.

Jin Chen got up and opened the door; the living room was empty.

Jinchen: "..."

Jin Chen went downstairs, pushed open the door, and stepped across the wet stone path to the glass door of the Cloud Flower Shop.

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Inside the flower shop, under the warm yellow lights, various flowers and green plants are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

Songcun carefully trimmed the lily leaves with a pair of pruning shears.

He was not tall and rather thin, with a natural gentle demeanor. Tan Quan stood opposite him, looking at him with bright eyes.

"So what was our relationship before?" Songcun looked up and asked hesitantly.

When he woke up, he only remembered his own name and a vague impression of his older brother; he knew nothing else.

Yun Jian told him that he was entrusted by his brother to stay temporarily, and asked him to help out at the flower shop first.

Tan Quan's eyes darted around, and his expression became incredibly sincere. "I used to be your boyfriend."

Songcun dropped the flower scissors from his hand onto the table. Xiaoye, who was wrapping flowers for a customer at the counter, trembled, and the customer who was choosing flowers also turned around.

Songcun was stunned, his face gradually turning red.

Jin Chen pushed open the door of the flower shop, and the bell rang softly.

"Are you... Tan Quan's friend?" Song Cun asked in a low voice, hoping that Jin Chen would deny this absurd claim.

Jin Chen remained expressionless. "No."

Whoever wants to be a friend of a mentally disabled child can be one.

Tan Quan immediately replied, "This is my landlord! I'm staying with him temporarily."

Song Cun glanced at Tan Quan, then at Jin Chen, and finally his gaze settled on Tan Quan's face, which looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Is he really... an adult?"

The Tan Quan in front of me is thin and has a youthful air about him. Coupled with his behavior, it's really hard to believe that he is an adult, let alone a boyfriend.

Jin Chen walked to the counter and said in a calm tone, "He's just not very bright."

“Hey!” Tan Quan protested.

But Songcun was clearly relieved.

He picked up the pruning shears again and continued trimming the flower branches, no longer looking at Tan Quan.

Tan Quan was unwilling to give up, so he leaned forward again, "I really am your boyfriend, I like you very much..."

He reached out, wanting to touch Songcun's hand.

Before they even met, Songcun suddenly grabbed a feather duster from the table and smacked Tan Quan's hand.

“I don’t believe you,” Songcun said, his voice not loud but firm, his tone a little fierce, “Don’t touch me.”

Tan Quan froze, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, remembering the even more ferocious Song Cun.

He sheepishly withdrew his hand, touched the spot where he had been hit, and shrank back, slowly moving behind Jin Chen to hide.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Songcun, be more friendly to the guests."

A voice came from the wooden steps leading to the second floor.