Leng Heng walked in from outside the house and suddenly felt an icy cold air shrouding the living room. He subconsciously wanted to exit, but Chang Mian's eyes had already swept over, so he had to pretend that he didn't notice anything and walked towards him.
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"Master Chang, you have a pretty face."
Chang Mian saw Shang Shang coming out of the kitchen and sitting in the dining room eating in the reflector of the window. He frowned, stood up and said, "Go to the study and talk."
Chang Shang didn't pay attention to Chang Mian's mystery. She was holding homemade fruit yogurt and eating it while looking at the large photo hanging in a conspicuous position in a daze. She was still thinking about what birthday gift to give him.
In fact, she was going to buy wool that day and knitted a scarf for Chang Mian herself. She felt that Chang Mian would not care about anything she bought, and the things she knitted stitch by stitch seemed sincere.
Chang Chang actually knows a lot of things, but she doesn't show it off at ordinary times. The skill of knitting sweaters and scarves was practiced in the orphanage. It was cold in winter and she couldn't afford beautiful sweaters, so she just followed it by herself.
The aunt in the orphanage learned a good craft.
Chang Shang did not continue to struggle. She went to pick the wool herself the next morning, and then knitted sweaters at home all day long. It was very exciting. She knitted from morning to night without stopping except for eating and sleeping.
But it was all behind Chang Mian's back. Chang Mian was quite busy these days, so he knew that she stayed at home every day and didn't go out, so he didn't care about her much.
After more than a week, Chang Shang finally finished knitting a sweater. It was made of wool and was creamy white. She showed the sweater to Mother Li and the others, and Mother Li praised her skills.
Chang Shang couldn't help but feel proud: "Mother Li, do you think Chang Mian will like it?"
"Master Chang will definitely love the clothes Miss Shang Shang has knitted with such care."
Hearing such words, Chang Shang burst into laughter. "I think so too. When he comes back and let him try it on, I'm not sure whether it will fit."
At night, she originally wanted Chang Mian to try them on, but Chang Mian didn't come back until she fell asleep. When she got up the next morning, there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and she touched her side.
, confirming that Chang Mian did not come back early in the morning, but woke up early, she immediately jumped up from the bed with a whoosh, opened the cabinet and saw that the sweater was still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.
When Chang Mian took a shower and went to the dressing room to change clothes, she followed him in with a beautiful gift box.
Chang Mian raised his eyebrows, hugged her waist and kissed her a few times, then put her down to find clothes to wear.
"Chang Mian, this is a birthday gift for you."
"Are you ready?" He tilted his head slightly, took the gift box in her hand, and kissed her ear again, "What is it? If you are not satisfied, just pack your things and get out."
You just packed up and left. Chang Shang rolled her eyes, "Try it apart yourself and see if you like it."
However, she felt quite uneasy. She kept staring at his movements with nervous eyes and observing his expression. She was really afraid that she would not be to his liking.
Chang Mian didn't hesitate. In fact, he didn't have high expectations for her gift. He thought that as long as it was from her, it would be fine. There was no need to expect too much. He really didn't lack anything.
He opened the box and saw a milk-white sweater inside. He took it out and compared it with his upper body, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.