President Gao Leng's little wife

"Come on, let me teach you a cross stitch."

The proprietress brought Xia Yuluo a stool, handed her a pair of fine needles, and began to teach Xia Yuluo.

Weaving a scarf is not difficult for Xia Yuluo. With a little guidance from the proprietress, she has already mastered the trick.

After a while, I took the needles from the proprietress by myself and started knitting.

Han Tianyi looked at Xia Yuluo over there, a little fascinated.

She is just a profile.

The afternoon sun hit Xia Yuluo's face, as if she couldn't bear to leave, it cast a mottled light and shadow on her face.

Her bright eyes only stared at the needle in her hand, concentrating on it.

Holding the needle in the little hand, he kept tapping forward and turning to the left, picking the thread on the left hand to the needle on the right.

The movements are natural and skillful, and the ball of thread keeps changing angles under her feet.

Han Tianyi didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing a little bit of Xia Yuluo's beauty.

She concentrated on knitting a scarf for herself, and a strange warm current surged in Han Tianyi's heart, flowing through her body little by little.

Finally, it condensed into the bottom of the eyes, turning into a thread of warmth around the fingers.

Xia Yuluo knitted the scarf in her hand according to the proprietress' instructions.

The proprietress looked at Han Tianyi, and suddenly asked Xia Yuluo, who was smiling and bowing her head.

"Is that handsome guy over there your boyfriend?"

"Well, it's my husband." Xia Yuluo replied, her eyes only on the thread in her hand.

"He must love you very much. I have been setting up a stall here for so many years, and I have never seen a man look like him. Looking at his wife so affectionately."

The proprietress seemed quite emotional.

"The current relationship comes and goes quickly. You see so many scarves here, many of them are girlfriends who haven't finished knitting, and boyfriends are getting impatient, so they have to throw them here. In the end, they only I can make up for it myself."

The proprietress flipped through those beautiful scarves, and her tone was very vicissitudes.

The needle in Xia Yuluo's hand paused.

She raised her head and looked at Han Tianyi, meeting his gaze.

His dark eyes stared at him motionlessly, with a strange brilliance lingering in them.

Seeing Xia Yuluo raised his head, Han Tianyi pursed his lips lightly, the corners of his mouth curved gracefully and gracefully.

Xia Yuluo's heart fluctuated lightly.

This man really can't smile often, otherwise if he often puts this amazing smile on his face, something will happen.

Xia Yuluo blushed, and quickly lowered her head again, knitting the scarf in her hand.

"Treasure the person in front of you, little girl."

Seeing that Xia Yuluo had mastered the skills, the proprietress only patted her on the shoulder, smiled slightly, and went to solicit other customers.

There was nothing wrong with the proprietress making such a slight move, but now that Han Tianyi's burning eyes were on her, Xia Yuluo was inevitably a little nervous, and every movement made her blush and heartbeat.

It was too fast to say, the wool ball quickly bottomed out, and a scarf was finished knitting.

The proprietress just glanced at it and couldn't help but praise it.

"This stitch, this kung fu is almost catching up to me, your husband is really lucky."

Xia Yuluo smiled shyly, put down the needle, thanked the proprietress, and walked over to wrap Han Tianyi around her.

"Low your head." She hummed weakly.

Han Tianyi was tall, Xia Yuluo stood on tiptoe, he also obediently lowered his head, letting Xia Yuluo tie the scarf around his neck.