"Zhou Xiaoxuan called me today and said she had something to tell me, but I refused. Xixi, if you hear anything bad from Zhou Xiaoxuan, just ignore her. Anyway, she has nothing to do and doesn't gossip.
There’s no way to kill time.”
She laughed and said, "Xiaojue, don't worry, I won't pay any attention to her."
That night, Yan Xixi and Xu Xiaoya visited two large shopping malls and visited three bridal shops. When they finally got into a taxi home, their legs were almost broken.
But Xu Xiaoya was very interested: "Xixi, I will be your bridesmaid then."
"That's a must. Some of the clothes I looked at today are very good. I went to look at them with Xiaojue another day, and then bought them, including your bridesmaid's dress."
"Ha, then I've made a lot of money. Xixi, what gift should I give you?"
"Stop it. What other gifts do we need to give?"
"No, it must be given away. Xixi, I am happier than anyone else that you are getting married. One of us has finally made it through. Seeing you like this gives me hope."
"Don't worry, I've already told Xiaojue to help keep an eye out for suitable Gao Fushuai. I'll help you keep an eye out for him in the company, Xiaoya, don't worry."
Xu Xiaoya smiled and said: "To be honest, I haven't worried about this problem at all recently. There are many things in the store and the business is busy, but when you watch the water flowing every day and the money soaring, you really don't have the heart to think about anything else.
Okay. Xixi, why do you think it’s so strange?”
"Isn't this weird? Money makes a hero brave. Xiaoya, in the past we were afraid of poverty and always looked to men to improve our destiny. But now that we have made money and can buy a house and a car, we are not so afraid.
Isn’t it?”
Xu Xiaoya deeply agreed.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening, and Yan Xixi was not sleepy. She took the crochet hook and saw that there was only a small part left, so she planned to work overtime to tie the scarf so that she could give it to her when she took a nap tomorrow morning.
He did.
WeChat rang: "Miss, what are you doing?"
"I'm knitting a scarf."
"Is it for me?"
"For my boyfriend."
"You said you wanted to give me a gift a few days ago, but you never did."
"You said you were not interested in gifts."
"Now that I'm interested, I want the scarf you're knitting."
Yan Xixi was a little embarrassed. Originally, a scarf was not a big deal, but why did he want this one? This was his first time learning to knit, so he must give it to Huang Xiaojue.
"Okay, I'll knit another one for you."
"No, I definitely want this one, and I don't want anything else."
This is strange. Could the recipient of the gift force others to give him a gift? She asked curiously: "Why do you insist on this one? To be honest, this is my first time knitting, and the knitting is not pretty at all, and there are some flaws in some places."
It’s full of holes. Can’t I knit a more beautiful one for you when I get better at my craftsmanship?”
"I want it just because you knit it for the first time. I don't want anything else, no matter how beautiful it is."
"Hey, why are you like this? Forget it, do you want it or not?"
"Miss, are you really unwilling to give it to me?"
"Absolutely not."
He was so angry at these four words that he became speechless.
Qing Zhi knew that it was clearly a "surprise" that she carefully prepared to give to Huang Xiaojue, so how could she be willing to give it to herself?
