What Shen Yijia admires most is that Song Jingchen has made all the tricks in her drawings, not to mention, since there is no self-mastery to improve it.

So this is the old saying that it's not a family, don't enter a family.

However, Song Jingchen now mostly carves some ornaments, which are almost full of wooden boxes.

He didn't notice when Shen Yijia walked behind Song Jingchen.

She stuck out a small head and followed Song Jingchen's line of sight, it was just a few dirty monkeys: "What are you looking at?"

Song Jingchen tilted his head and glanced at Shen Yijia, and said calmly: "It's nothing, I haven't seen such a mother for a long time, and I think it's pretty good."

I still remember that he was naughty when he was a child, and Li was often so angry with her.

Shen Yijia seemed to understand but didn't understand, and didn't delve into it.

He took two steps back and stood up straight, took out his purse and handed it to Song Jingchen: "Dangdangdangdang, it's for you."

Song Jingchen looked down, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

It turned out that I was hiding in Li's room for the past few days. I was just about to say something to tease her, when I noticed the needle eye on her finger, reached out to hold it, stroked it gently, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Yijia only felt a tingling feeling in her hand, she curled her fingers unnaturally, and said indifferently, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it just hurts for a while, and then I don't feel it right away."

But how many times has it been stabbed?

Song Jingchen sighed and pulled Shen Yijia to the side of the collapse to let her sit down.

He pulled out the wound medicine from the cabinet, and applied a thin layer to Shen Yijia's five fingers before picking up the purse on the side and saying, "I just have this one, and don't do this again in the future."

Ignoring the abnormal heartbeat again, Shen Yijia nodded obediently, she also thought so.

Seeing Song Jingchen staring at the purse, Shen Yijia asked proudly, "Can you see what the embroidery is?"

Song Jingchen: "..." This is a bit embarrassing for him.

Facing Shen Yijia's bright eyes, Song Jingchen said with difficulty: "Fire stick."

Shen Yijia: "...It's bamboo, don't you think it looks like it? There are bamboo knots on it."

If you didn't say it, I thought it was sticky ashes, and I wanted to praise a vivid...

Shen Yijia: Bamboo

Shen Yijia was beaten badly, struggling to repeat her explanation to Li: "This bamboo is still small, so it doesn't grow leaves."

Song Jingchen: "..."

He really didn't want to hit Shen Yijia, he looked at the embroidered pattern on the purse again, and nodded seriously: "It's very similar to what you say."

Shen Yijia: Even though you say that, I still feel unhappy.

Thinking about getting the purse back, Song Jingchen seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and she just stretched out her hand.

Song Jingchen had already put his purse into his arms.

Shen Yijia: I hate it on the surface, but the body is quite honest.

Consciously losing face, Shen Yijia turned over the hosta she bought last time.

I didn't send it before because I didn't find a good time at first, and then I forgot it for a while.

"This is the gift I gave you. That one just now... um, I was playing with you."

Song Jingchen glanced at her and reached out to take it.

At a glance, I could see that it would not be cheap. I remembered that Shen Yijia bought gifts for everyone when she came back from the sale of the prey that day, but she didn't buy anything.

Song Jingchen suddenly felt uncomfortable.

At the beginning, Shen Yijia followed them because she didn't want to go back to Shen's house. Now that she can live better by herself, why didn't she leave.

Don't you think they're a drag?

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