Where would he be a big man like this!

Su Qihua suppressed the urge to blackmail the past, scratched his head a little depressed, and was even more handsome, "Don't use these." "He's a big man, if he really takes that, then hell.

Huh?

A little innocently blinked, for some reason, Wen Gu actually felt that the syrup over there was not very happy, and was wondering if this was the pile of things he said was not suitable for other people's appetites, and was brewing to scrutinize the syrup's preferences, and the reply over there came, "Scarf." ”

Oh, I used to like scarves, Wen nodded and wrote it down silently, and then continued to ask with a little hesitation, "What kind of style does Lord Syrup like, pink girl's heart?" Effortless and minimalist? Or lace of it? "There are still many questions in the future, and I will miraculously continue to ask them one by one.

It's like, I'm afraid that the style I choose will not be liked by the syrup adult.

Su Qihua in the computer section couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and then pretended to be tired from work and wanted to breathe, looked around and glanced a few times, after making sure that no one noticed his small movements, he thought about it and typed it over, "Don't be so troublesome, just buy neutral, no lace, no lace or anything, just keep it simple." ”

"Oh." Seeing that the editor, who has always been so tall and mighty, suddenly talked about this, and the bottom of his heart was a little more unnatural, but fortunately, he was just chatting on the Internet, and people couldn't see anything, and the syrup naturally wouldn't find anything.

Su Qihua sat at the computer desk, dealing with all kinds of affairs of small and medium-sized authors, and occasionally glanced at the conversation window with a few reviews, obviously sitting and waiting for a reply-

Wen went to pick out a scarf for Syrup after picking out the gifts for Wen's father and mother.

In view of the fact that the syrup is a girl, Wen Su still chose a pink color in the end, but there is not so much lace, it looks extremely simple and generous, and he took a faint pink scarf and compared it twice, Wen Su felt that it was not bad.

But I was afraid that Lord Syrup would be dissatisfied, so I forgot about it everywhere, so I took a picture of it, "Lord Syrup, how about this?" "After all, it's a gift for others, so I think it's better to fully consider the attitude of syrup.

There was silence for a while, and then a few messages came over one after another, "It's okay, is there any other color." ”

In fact, Su Qihua couldn't bear to say that he was contemptuous of that color, so he had a different way.

These words made the old man depressed, and then he subconsciously replied, "Don't you like this color?" Actually, she really doesn't like that kind of pink color, but looking at the syrup's head is always pink, she thinks that this can be her best.

Don't you like it?

Su Qihua agreed shallowly, and then did not reply.

Seeing this, Wen couldn't help but wonder for a while, and then thought that it was now work time, and Lord Syrup shouldn't have so much effort to choose colors with her, so I felt a little more comfort in my heart.

Half an hour later, Wen chose another syrup according to his taste.

This time it's not so pink and bright, but a more neutral style, which is rare to use, and women can also use it.

Took out his mobile phone card and took a photo and sent it to the syrup, and he fell into a state of waiting for a reply, and after about a few minutes, the reply from the syrup came, as if it had a bit of helplessness in it, "Well, so be it." ”

In fact, it wasn't that Su Qihua deliberately delayed his reply, nor was he busy or anything, but he had always been more casual, and he actually stared at the pictures sent by Wen for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, there were a pair of eyes staring at him.

There was a little more inexplicability under Su Qihua's eyes, and then he smiled pleasantly, as if he was very accustomed to greeting.

Milkshake chose to be silent, silently turned her head away, and stopped talking to Su Qihua.

No way, someone will always be so magical, even the slightest gesture can make people feel just like spring.

"Okay." Maybe it's because I've been hooking up with syrup more times lately, and the tone of the review has become natural, giving people the feeling that I'm talking to an old friend, and it doesn't look like I'm talking to my editor at all, and after she finished the word, she seemed to notice a little bit wrong, and continued to add, "So how can I send it to you, although, my home is next to your company." ”

Su Qihua just bent the corners of his lips, could he not know, but he didn't debunk it, his slender fingers wandered around the keyboard for a long time, "Send it to the security guard downstairs." ”

After this sentence, the two of them did not talk any more.

It's not such a real character, so it's natural to forget about the syrup's return gift.

It wasn't until three days later, when she was about to go home, that she received a courier downstairs in her apartment.

The courier brother is naturally that eager, but his face is more inexplicable.

"I didn't go to Taobao to buy anything." As soon as he opened his mouth, he was stunned, and because he was selling too much syrup, he actually began to look like that unconsciously.

"Ahem." The courier brother glanced at Wen Gu, spit out a sentence lightly, and suddenly exploded Wen Gu speechless, "Anyway, everyone has paid, and the address is completely correct, so you can sign it." ”

Eh, it makes sense.

Wen Gu blinked his eyes, and found that the courier brother also had a little more impatience under his eyes, so he obediently signed his name with a pen and stuffed the courier into the small apartment.

It's quite heavy to hold, and it's quite hard.

The original curiosity of revisiting the old age increased a little, and after hesitating for a while, he slowly opened the package, which was a few thick novels, and the packaging was quite exquisite.

Wait, how does it sound familiar?

I opened the cover, and sure enough, it was just like the expected name, and it was a new book that was scorching.

At the same time, Su Qihua over there rang, clicked on the logistics information, showing that the express had been signed for by the old man, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, edited the message and sent it, "Did you receive anything?" ”

Then I felt that this seemed to be too concerned about the past, so I added, "I'm sure." ”