Chapter: 750
When Lu Hanchuan finished making the phone call and came out of the room, what he saw was her weaving a scarf with two thick wooden sticks.
This was the first time Lu Hanchuan had seen a scarf weaving with his own eyes. He felt something new for a while, so he walked over and asked, "Weaving a scarf?"
"En." Fu Xiaoyao replied without raising her head, all her attention was on the work in her hands, and she didn't even give him a look.
Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Who are you knitting for?"
"Myself." Fu Xiaoyao replied.
In fact, it was knitted for him, but now that his birthday has not yet arrived, she will not tell him for the time being.
"You yourself?" Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the black thread in her hand, "Why is it black?"
"I like it." Fu Xiaoyao lowered her head and replied with flickering eyes.
Lu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows, "I remember, you don't seem to like black."
Fu Xiaoyao's subordinates made a few movements, and there was a place where they weaved wrong all of a sudden. She didn't know if she had seen her gaffe at the moment and guessed what it was. She didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly recovered her composure. Said: "It's going to be winter soon, and the colors of winter clothes are relatively monotonous. Black scarves are easier to match."
"Really." Lu Hanchuan dragged out his voice.
Fu Xiaoyao didn't know whether he believed it or not, so she didn't dare to look up at him.
Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Lu Hanchuan knocked on the coffee table in front of Fu Xiaoyao, "Go and open the door."
"Why me?" Fu Xiaoyao finally raised her head.
Lu Hanchuan sat down with arms folded, "Go!"
"But I have it"
"Go!" Lu Hanchuan ordered again.
Fu Xiaoyao glared at him angrily, put down the little scarf she knitted in her hand, got up and went to open the door.
The door opened, and outside was a courier boy in uniform, holding a bouquet of huge and bright red roses in his arms.
Fu Xiaoyao looked at the bouquet of roses, and suddenly couldn't take her eyes away, and even forgot to say anything.
It was the courier brother who spoke first, "Excuse me, is this Miss Fu Xiaoyao?"
Fu Xiaoyao came back to her senses, nodded quickly, "I am!"
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This was the first time Lu Hanchuan had seen a scarf weaving with his own eyes. He felt something new for a while, so he walked over and asked, "Weaving a scarf?"
"En." Fu Xiaoyao replied without raising her head, all her attention was on the work in her hands, and she didn't even give him a look.
Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Who are you knitting for?"
"Myself." Fu Xiaoyao replied.
In fact, it was knitted for him, but now that his birthday has not yet arrived, she will not tell him for the time being.
"You yourself?" Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the black thread in her hand, "Why is it black?"
"I like it." Fu Xiaoyao lowered her head and replied with flickering eyes.
Lu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows, "I remember, you don't seem to like black."
Fu Xiaoyao's subordinates made a few movements, and there was a place where they weaved wrong all of a sudden. She didn't know if she had seen her gaffe at the moment and guessed what it was. She didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly recovered her composure. Said: "It's going to be winter soon, and the colors of winter clothes are relatively monotonous. Black scarves are easier to match."
"Really." Lu Hanchuan dragged out his voice.
Fu Xiaoyao didn't know whether he believed it or not, so she didn't dare to look up at him.
Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Lu Hanchuan knocked on the coffee table in front of Fu Xiaoyao, "Go and open the door."
"Why me?" Fu Xiaoyao finally raised her head.
Lu Hanchuan sat down with arms folded, "Go!"
"But I have it"
"Go!" Lu Hanchuan ordered again.
Fu Xiaoyao glared at him angrily, put down the little scarf she knitted in her hand, got up and went to open the door.
The door opened, and outside was a courier boy in uniform, holding a bouquet of huge and bright red roses in his arms.
Fu Xiaoyao looked at the bouquet of roses, and suddenly couldn't take her eyes away, and even forgot to say anything.
It was the courier brother who spoke first, "Excuse me, is this Miss Fu Xiaoyao?"
Fu Xiaoyao came back to her senses, nodded quickly, "I am!"
Looking for her?
Is this bouquet of flowers for her? JrNovels.com
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