The Pillow of the Bad President

The tea room was very lively. The colleagues gathered together and teased the intern in the department. The boy blushed from being teased, but he still did not put down the needle in his hand. The red wool was running through his fingers, as if I am knitting a scarf and have come to the finishing stage. .

Sang Xiaoyu leaned over curiously, "Xiao Liu, do you still have this hobby?"

"No!" The boy shook his head in embarrassment, and explained, "Sister Xiaoyu, didn't you help me get ballet performance tickets before? I hope this kindness can move her to agree to my pursuit!"

"It turned out to be a gift for the goddess!" Sang Xiaoyu suddenly realized.The boy scratched his head in embarrassment, "Hey, that's right! Isn't handicrafts popular now? Unlike before, women gave men to men, and men gave women to men. The classmates in our dormitory, several Everyone knits scarves for their girlfriends, so I also want to give the goddess, although

It's not a very precious thing, but I think the heart is the most important! "

"That's true!" Sang Xiaoyu nodded in agreement.

Many times nowadays, people may pay more attention to material things, but in fact, the things bought with money are only precious in terms of price, and far less valuable than this kind of heart.

The boy smiled and asked, "Sister Xiaoyu, you should have received such handmade gifts before, right?"

"No!" Sang Xiaoyu shook her head.

Although she also had a campus romance that lasted for many years, there was really no such thing as giving each other back then, especially this kind of handmade items.

Suddenly, a man's slender jade-like hand holding a needle appeared in his mind, Sang Xiaoyu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and couldn't hide his delighted murmur, "But it should be coming soon..."

When she got off work in the evening, Hao Yan, who was packing her things, remembered that it was her birthday and asked if she wanted to have dinner together.

Every birthday in the past, she and Qin Sinian would drive back to the aunt's house in the town to celebrate together, but this time the aunt called ahead of time, worried that she would suffer from pregnancy, so it was rare to stay in Bingcheng, so Hao Yan deliberately I want to celebrate her well.

But Sang Xiaoyu thought of the two-person world that my aunt mentioned, she still shook her head and declined, "Not tonight, next time!"

Hao Yan naturally knew her plan and smiled without forcing it.

Coming out of the office building, the black Cayenne had already parked on the side of the road. Qin Sinian's tall and straight figure was standing beside the car with his hands in his pockets. There was a soul-stirring glow in his peach eyes, and Sang Xiaoyu walked over quickly.

When they got home, the two changed their shoes one by one and entered the door.

Sang Xiaoyu noticed the ball of pink on the coffee table at a glance, and the two needles had been put away. She turned around in surprise and asked, "Beast, have you finished knitting?"

Qin Sinian just came out of the restaurant with a glass of warm water, "Well, I happened to be free on duty last night!"

Sang Xiaoyu held the water glass in both hands, it was plain water, but she felt the tip of her tongue was a little sweet.

Going to the sofa and sitting down, thinking about what the boy said at noon, her heart beat a little faster because of excitement, she held her breath and reached out to pick up the ball of pink, as if there were pink bubbles popping out from the bottom of her heart.

I knit scarves just like the boys, but somehow I feel that something is not right.

Seems a little too short?

Sang Xiaoyu picked it up and looked around several times, but she still felt that it was a bit short. It probably only fit around her neck, but it didn't seem to be wide enough...

While wondering, something fell out of the pink scarf.

Sang Xiaoyu was stunned, and lowered her head to pick up the thing at her feet. The same pink, but two little socks with lace?

With a bang in her head, she stood up from the sofa, "You..."

"Beast, did you weave it for children?"

Sang Xiaoyu was holding a scarf in her left hand, and two small socks that only babies could wear in her right hand.

"Hmm." Qin Sinian pursed his lips lazily, and there was a half-smile in Taohua's eyes, "What's wrong?"

Sang Xiaoyu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The corner of her mouth twitched for a while, she gritted her teeth, "...it's nothing!"

Qin Sinian folded his arms around his chest, looking at her leisurely.

After refolding the scarf and putting the two little socks on it, Sang Xiaoyu said in a muffled voice, "I'm going back to my room to change!"

Hearing the humming of the range hood in the kitchen, she sat down at the end of the bed with her home clothes on her buttocks.

She thought the scarf was a birthday present...

Thinking of her self-indulgent sentimentality, Sang Xiaoyu was extremely depressed.

Sure enough, after having a child, all the men's attention is on the child, not to mention knitting scarves and socks for the baby, maybe Qin Sinian has long forgotten her birthday!

This is still because the child was not born. After she was born, was she completely ignored?

Sang Xiaoyu thought resentfully, this day cannot be passed...

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the range hood stopped, and the sound of steady footsteps came from far to near. Qin Sinian's tall and straight figure appeared at the door of the bedroom, and he tapped his finger on the door panel, "Little goldfish, it's time to eat!"

"Oh!" Sang Xiaoyu was weak.

Entering the restaurant, the nose is lingering with the warm smell of rice.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, each of which is exquisite and beautiful in color. If you don't know it, you may think it was a chef invited by a Michelin restaurant.

Affected by her mood, Sang Xiaoyu didn't have much appetite, picked up the chopsticks for a long time, and only took two mouthfuls of rice.

Qin Sinian was sitting opposite her, how could he not notice, "What's uncomfortable?"

"No!" Sang Xiaoyu shook her head, curled her lips, and said perfunctorily, "I just don't have much appetite, maybe I ate too much at noon!"

"Don't always eat plain rice, eat more vegetables!" Qin Sinian stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and put it in her bowl.

"I don't like it!" Sang Xiaoyu hummed.

Qin Sinian frowned, and said in a low voice, "In order for the child to absorb nutrition, we should eat more!"

"...Got it!" Sang Xiaoyu reluctantly put the beef in his mouth.

The beef is stewed in a pressure cooker. It is tender and juicy. The heat is just right. It is neither too soft nor too hard. Sour.

She swallowed the beef hard, but she never touched it again.

After finishing a bowl of rice in silence, Sang Xiaoyu wanted to get up and go back to the bedroom.

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Sinian reached out his hand to stop her, got up and went to the kitchen by himself.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, holding half of her chin, always depressed.It seemed that he heard the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing, and then Qin Sinian's tall and straight figure came back. After being called out by him, Sang Xiaoyu slowly raised his head, only to see that he was holding a cake in his hand.

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