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Fu Huaiyan picked up the white ball that had fallen on the corner of his clothes, raised his head, and met the eyes peeking out between his fingers.

He Shuning, who was caught upright, quickly closed his hands and shook his head violently: "I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything."

Fu Huaiyan sighed softly, stuffed the culprit into its owner's arms, turned around and went to the supporting lounge to change clothes.

With both hands free, He Shuning hugged Fat Meow, and yelled at Fu Huaiyan's back as if to save him: "Senior, why don't I sew it for you, I'm very skilled."

He was answered with a 'click' of the lounge door.

It made it seem like someone would go over and sneak a look.

He Shuning, who didn't get a reply, sat down on the sofa leisurely, recalling the scene just now.

The strong chest under the wide open neckline, the faintly visible muscle lines in the abdomen, tsk tsk, it looks thinner when dressed, and fleshy when undressed, not bad.

In the lounge, Fu Huaiyan took off his shirt and threw it on the bed. He raised his hand and took out another one from the closet and put it on again. His slightly inclined back was still straight, and his right-angled shoulders were exceptionally superior.

It is indeed the third year in a row in the A University, and it is the first place on the list of "alpha most want to marry".

The appearance, figure, and ability are simply perfect!

After getting dressed, Fu Huaiyan walked to the door and was about to go out when he suddenly remembered what He Shuning said, thought for a while, then slowly returned to the bed and picked up the clothes on the bed.

He lowered his eyes, and his slightly pursed thin lips drew a gentle arc,

The lounge door slammed, and the sharp-eared He Shuning immediately sprang up from the sofa, pinching the two buttons of his shirt that had fallen off, and posed a lesson to He Sanyuan: "What are you talking about, be honest and don't listen to me." Do you take it as a deaf ear to cause trouble? Huh?"

As he said, he put two buttons in front of He Sanyuan: "Look, can you afford to pay for such a luxurious and luxurious thing? Don't put on an innocent and pitiful look to me, it's useless!"

Fu Huaiyan folded his shirt cuffs leisurely, listening to the children continue to perform.

"Even if the senior forgives you, if you don't want you to pay, I won't forgive you." He Shuning turned his head inadvertently, showing surprise: "Ah, senior, you have come out! I am teaching He Sanyuan a lesson, lawlessness, I'll get it later."

Fu Huaiyan tidied up his clothes and raised his head to agree: "Yes."

He Shuning:? ? ?

This is not the same as the expected answer!

Shouldn't it be forget it, it's okay, forgive it?

Ignoring He Shuning's confusion, Fu Huaiyan continued to ask: "How to deal with it?"

Do you really want to deal with it?

Apart from compensation according to the price, is there any other way to deal with it?

He Sanyuan, you have made your brother miserable this time.

He Shuning drooped his shoulders, and asked nonchalantly, "What do you want to do?"

Seeing the child's reaction, a smile flashed across Fu Huaiyan's eyes, but his tone was pretending to be indifferent: "Did you find the button?"

He Shuning spread out his palm obediently: "Here, here it is."

For the sake of getting all the buttons back, can I get a discount?

In the next second, He Shuning's face was covered with the white shirt thrown by Fu Huaiyan, and the faint scent of mint surrounded him.

"Sewn it."

Fu Huaiyan watched the child frantically pulling the clothes on his head, and said deliberately indifferently: "Will you?"

He Shuning, who hurriedly opened his clothes, was stunned for two seconds, and then his eyes lit up: "Yes, I must."

How could he, Young Master He, not be able to do such a simple thing as sewing buttons!

He Shuning patted his chest, and promised loudly: "I will definitely sew you the same as the original one, no, it is more beautiful than the original one."

Fu Huaiyan didn't know whether the clothes would be more beautiful than the original ones. He only knew that the child in front of him had a red face and eyes bent into crescent moons. He was really beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, He Shuning ran to the outer office and took a look around, took the sewing box that he had finally borrowed, and sat on the sofa with the clothes in his arms. As a result, he took the needle and thread and gestured at the buttons and the clothes for a long time. He didn't know How to start.

He Shuning puffed his cheeks, very unconvinced: "Isn't it just a matter of sewing clothes, can it be hard to get me?"

Then, he took out his mobile phone and opened Qiandu browser:

[How to sew shirt buttons? 】

As soon as the web page is refreshed, good guy, the entire page is full of sewing skills, even a rag can be sewn out.

He Shuning, who was fully in control of his face, tapped his thumb and opened a small video: "The method of sewing shirt buttons is actually very simple..."

The ups and downs of the mezzo-soprano instantly filled the entire office.

He Shuning didn't know how easy it was to sew buttons, he only knew that it was so easy to lose his face.

The so-called large-scale social death scene is nothing more than that.

He Shuning hurriedly finished his voice, turned his face, and met Fu Huaiyan's eyes just in time, he tried to explain: "I can sew, really, I just want to strengthen it."

Fu Huaiyan was indifferent.

He Shuning was dying: "It's really simple, it's really simple, I know it."

Fu Huaiyan moved his eyes away first, otherwise he couldn't help but laugh.

He Shuning, who was sitting pitifully on the sofa, almost cried aloud, it was so embarrassing that he threw it at his grandma's house.

He wished he could become He Sanyuan, so that he could get under the table and hide.

Three minutes later, He Shuning, who comforted himself and revived with full blood, was watching a silent video while threading needles, and he said something was wrong, so he didn't thread the needles!

The dexterous Young Master He spent ten seconds getting ready, and then, what should he do next?

"Put the needle and thread through the place where the button needs to be sewn." He Shuning muttered, moving his hands accordingly: "Put it through the buttonhole again, repeat several times..."

In this way, a button is sewn.

He Shuning happily raised his clothes: "Look, I'll just say I can!"

Fu Huaiyan nodded, looked down at the bottom right of the computer, it was fine, after sewing a button, 10 minutes passed.

Encouraged by He Shuning's enthusiasm, he re-threaded the needle and picked up the second button.

bang bang bang

There was a knock on the door, and Lin Jiyuan walked in with the documents he had sorted out: "President, this is the feedback from gamers collected online yesterday..."

Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly saw He Shuning sitting on the sofa. Lin Jiyuan's soul asked three times:

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you holding my brother's clothes?"

"What did you do to my brother?"

Seeing Lin Jiyuan's appearance as if he was facing a formidable enemy, He Shuning chose to answer the first two questions: "Sewing clothes, your brother's clothes buttons fell off."

As for the third question, I'm sorry, what did you do to your brother, it wasn't me, it was my fat cat.

Lin Jiyuan frowned: "I don't believe it!"

He Shuning didn't care at all: "Then pull it down."

Lin Jiyuan refused to let go: "You explain."

He Shuning put on a perfunctory face: "I said it."

Lin Jiyuan reiterated again: "I don't believe it!"

Back and forth and back to the original point, He Shuning couldn't bear it anymore: "Silly eagle."

The villainous Lin Jiyuan turned around and complained: "Brother, he scolded me."

He never expected that this person would ask for foreign aid, but He Shuning denied it loudly: "I didn't."

Lin Jiyuan was arrogant and domineering: "You have."

The two brats quarreled, but Fu Huai didn't want to talk about it, so he just knocked on the desk: "Bring the things here."

Lin Jiyuan glared at He Shuning, and obediently handed the documents to Fu Huaiyan's desk.

It stands to reason that Lin Ji should have left after handing over the things, but seeing He Shu Ning sitting here peacefully, he felt inexplicably unwilling.

A few seconds later, He Shuning looked at Alpha who walked up to him and sat down, and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

Lin Jiyuan was not the one who suffered, and immediately replied: "You want to take care of it? It's not your office."

He Shuning choked, he really didn't have the right to invite people out.

So, He Shuning sewed the buttons carefully, while Lin Jiyuan, who pretended not to care, quietly watched him sew the buttons.

After looking at it for a while, the latter couldn't help it anymore: "Sew a button, do you have to be so careful? It's not embroidery."

He Shuning, who hadn't learned the new skills yet, curled his lips and said nonsense: "This is your brother's shirt, I have to be careful? What if the sewing is ugly? Let your brother wear it out? Isn't it embarrassing?"

Lin Jiyuan was speechless by his babbling, his brother is so outstanding, how could he go out in clothes with crooked buttons.

No, absolutely not!

For a moment, he completely forgot that the clothes were broken and could be replaced with new ones.

He Shu Ning Shun put on the pole: "Do you want me to teach you?"

Lin Jiyuan's first reaction was to refuse, but He Shuning said again: "The next time your brother's button falls off and I'm not here, you can help to sew it on."

Thinking of being able to sew clothes for his cousin, Lin Jiyuan was very excited inside, but on the surface he pretended to be reluctant: "Okay, okay!"

After finishing speaking, he asked worriedly: "Are you sure?"

He Shuning, who was questioned, was not happy: "Are you going to learn or not? If you don't learn, you will be defeated!"

Seeing that it was about to be ruined, Lin Jiyuan said quickly: "Learn, learn."

Only then was He Shuning satisfied: "Then I'll start sewing, watch carefully."

Lin Jiyuan nodded: "Okay."

Fu Huaiyan raised his head again, and saw the two people who had been arguing just now gathered together, quietly studying how to sew shirt buttons.

He raised his hand and rubbed between his brows, feeling a headache.

Before getting off work in the afternoon, Xia Ziluo sent the photos he took yesterday to He Shuning, and made an appointment to update Weibo at [-]:[-] pm. When the time came, "Judgment Day" and the Huaiqi Science and Technology Official Expo would be forwarded as soon as possible.

He Shuning looked at himself in the photo, with a silver glow on his head, flowers on his feet, and a side face looking up at the fairy laurel tree, as if he was a good son of the world, the only one in the world.

Feeling his conscience, he had to say something sincerely.

This person is full of immortality, perfect and impeccable.

As agreed, He Shuning updated Weibo on time.

[Ning Sanyuan's Xiaoyu: the trial at the beginning, the end at the end, the long journey is endless, at 1234520 o'clock tomorrow night, Feiyu live broadcast, the elves will walk with you, room number: [-]. 】

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Almost the second after he finished posting, "Judgment Day" and Huaiqi Technology's official blog were forwarded immediately.

[Judgment Day official Weibo: New journey, looking forward to having you @宁三元的小鱼干. 】

[Huaiqi Technology Official Weibo: The best encounter between you and me is on the day when the trial ends @宁三元的小鱼干. 】

Two minutes later, He Shuning, who was playing a game, clicked on the character's backpack to take a look, and then he posted another Weibo.

[Ning Sanyuan's Xiaoyugan: Did you see what's in my backpack?Good luck with the opening, [-]% off, there is no price in the market, and I hope to cherish it. 】

【Pictures of herbs】【Pictures of weapons】【Pictures of accessories】