Watching Xiao Yuan concentrate on picking a brush, Cheng Hao felt bored: "Why are you buying this thing?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan was not angry: "Mr. Fujita gave me a gift, why should I buy something to give back to others!"

"Do you still need to choose, which one is the most expensive and which one is over!"

Xiao Yuan really couldn't stand his nouveau riche, so he turned his head and shouted at him: "Why do you say that you are so bad for the scenery!

Cheng Hao's face couldn't hold back, it was a great shame that he, a top student from an Ivy League school, was scolded by a junior secondary school student for being uneducated!

"I'm willing! People who haven't studied economics still dare to shout at me that they are uneducated! Do you know what value is? How to embody it, do you know?" Cheng Hao yelled at her regardless of his demeanor.

"I want that set of pens!" Cheng Hao said, pointing to the set of sky-high lake pens framed in the dark grid.

"Sir, do you use it yourself or do you collect it?" the guy in the shop didn't think the master really came to buy a brush.

Cheng Hao's eyes narrowed: "Do you sell it or not!"

The guy smiled embarrassedly: "I really can't sell it! This is the ...... of our town store."

"Double!" Cheng Hao interrupted him impatiently: "If you don't sell it, I'll go to another house!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan was stunned: "You are crazy, what do you want to do?"

"I'm sorry! I really can't sell you!" they were arguing, and the shopkeeper of the study came out. He was very conspicuous, wearing a long shirt, holding a small purple sand teapot in his right hand, and said slowly: "Mr. is a rich and noble person at first glance, but the owner of this set of pens is really a person who knows it, Mr. only knows its price, but does not know its value, I still hope to find someone who really loves it and entrust it...... There are good pens in the store, and Mr. slowly looks at it, this set of little brothers really can't cut love. ”

Xiao Yuan's face was red to the root of her ears when she heard this, and she hurriedly played a round: "Forget it, I think that set is good!" She hurriedly pointed out a set.

The shopkeeper smiled: "The girl has good eyesight, but if you want to give it away, I still think this set is more appropriate!" After speaking, he ordered someone to take out a set of brushes in a red lacquer box from the cabinet.

Xiang Xiaoyuan just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, and hurriedly waved his hand: "That's it!"

Cheng Hao looked at Xiang Xiaoyuan, who ran out as if he had escaped, with a dark face, and snorted disdainfully.

**

Xiang Xiaoyuan was sluggish, his face was hot, and it was really torture to go out with Cheng Hao. Looking at the pile of drawing tools piled up on the floor of the hall, Cheng Hao muttered:

"What a useless thing to buy!"

Xiao Yuanqi's liver trembled.

"It's not all you bought randomly!" Xiao Yuan had never seen such an unreasonable person, so he gave him a sentence angrily, and then sat on the floor and began to tidy up.

"Fountain pens, needle pens, markers, pastels...... Compass ...... "Xiaoyuan sorted out with a straight sigh, all of them are several sets, Cheng Hao has no concept of quantity, he can't even count and sweep the counter.

Cheng Hao bent down: "You like these, next time I'll ask the design office to bring you a drawing machine from abroad!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan raised a little face: "Don't! I'm not rare!"

Cheng Hao was bored, but found that Xiao Yuan's face was flushed. He pinched Xiao Yuan's cheeks with his hands, and Xiao Yuan's cute little face immediately usurped into a bun shape.

"Wow! What are you doing! It hurts to death!" Xiao Yuan broke free and jumped while desperately rubbing his two cheeks with both hands: "Why are you so savage!"

Cheng Hao ignored her roar and asked, "Why is your face so hot!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't want to deal with him in his life, so he rushed upstairs angrily.

Looking at the obvious finger prints on his round face in the mirror, Xiao Yuan had the heart to kill him. Xiao Yuan touched his face, and touched his forehead as if it was not just his face.

Just when she was depressed, Cheng Hao walked in again.

"Test your body temperature!" After speaking, he handed Xiao Yuan an electronic thermometer, and Xiang Xiao Yuan took it angrily and clamped it under his armpit.

Cheng Hao unceremoniously snatched the thermometer over, continued to pinch Xiao Yuan's cheek, and stuffed her directly into his mouth.

Xiao Yuan was just about to scream when he stopped him: "Shut up! This is the mouth!" Xiang Xiaoyuan had to forcibly press the stuffy back into his stomach.

Cheng Hao looked at the finger prints on Xiao Yuan's face: "You don't want to!

Xiang Xiaoyuan angrily pushed him out of the door, and then slammed the thermometer in his mouth on the bed and scolded: "Perverted!"

That bastard, I'm so dizzy!

After getting angry, Xiao Yuan still put the thermometer in his mouth, and even he was startled when he glanced at the numbers on it.

“38。 6!" Xiaoyuan raised his hand and touched his forehead, his face was so hot, he thought he was angry with Cheng Hao, but it turned out that he had a high fever.