"Simon is not my boyfriend. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Tyrande frowned, his mouth pursed slightly, and explained softly as if complaining.

The stall owner was unimpressed. "Isn't it better, then what are you distressed about?"

Tyrande's eyes were blocked, but he didn't know what to say to refute for a while, so he was so angry that his mouth puffed out.

The stall owner continued to wink at her and said, "Listen to me, pretty little girl, give the man a chance to please you." Otherwise......"

Before he could finish speaking, Simon turned around and stuffed the doll he had picked out to Tyrande. "Well, it's for you."

Tyrande was incredulous. Facing Simon's calm gaze, she suddenly felt a little weak, and asked softly, "Really give it to me?" ”

"Of course, do you like it?"

Tyrande looked at the delicately crafted doll in his hand, and the more he looked at the curvature of his mouth, the more he couldn't help but rise. "I like it."

Although she was a little shy to receive the boy's gift, she still endured her blush and gently held the doll in her arms. Her hand slowly stroked the doll's smooth life-like hair, but deep down she felt a sweet feeling bubble up little by little.

Tyrande's affection for the doll fell into Simon's eyes, and he narrowed his eyes with pleasure.

Hmph, don't look at Lao Tzu can't dig up your beloved doll. Your beloved doll was given by Lao Tzu.

With such a Q mentality, Simon smiled even more happily. But...... His gaze swept over the other delicate items in the stall, and he couldn't help but think that maybe he should buy something for the Malfurion brothers. Otherwise, it would be very abrupt to brush only Tyrande's favor. Well, there's Tina Gossa and Naremi, who have always been taken care of by them. Maybe the dragons will like the Night Elf little things too?

Thinking like this, Simon continued to pick again.

"That's not bad, how much does it cost?"

"This?"

"Well, this ...... And this ......"

"Buy so much?" Tyrande looked at Simon, who was about to bleed in his purse, with some surprise.

Simon looked back and smiled, "It just occurred to me that I should send something to Malfurion and them as well - it's a pity that they missed the Luna Sacrifice." ”

Tyrande chuckled. She wrinkled her nose and said with a mischievous expression: "For Malfurion, it is difficult to find a teacher who can teach him what he is interested in, and he will not be happy too late, and he will not regret it." However, Illidan ...... "seemed to remember how Illidan would react, and Tyrande smiled even more." "Illidan must be very depressed, he is a fun-loving person. He had been with me for a long time and wanted to come to the Moon God Festival to play. This is in vain, and he has some complaints. ”

Tyrande, you really don't understand or fake, Illidan's point is to come with you to the Moon God Festival to play. The point is with you! Simon complained quietly in his heart, but he wouldn't break Illidan's careful thoughts, he just didn't know.

I picked a few things and really found a suitable gift for Simon.

One is an owl pendant made of jadeite, and the other is a wolf head pendant made of obsidian.

"I think this goes well with them, don't you think?" Simon asked Tyrande. "Look, eyes."

As it happens, the owl's eyes are made of Mithril, and the wolf's eyes happen to be amber.

"It's really a good fit." Tyrande couldn't help but admire. But seeing that Simon also carefully chose gifts for the Malfurion brothers, for some reason, she felt that the original joy in her heart had faded a lot.

"Well, I'll leave this to Malfurion and Illidan." Simon winked at her. "If they don't like it, say you picked it."

"No, they definitely do." Tyrande affirmed. She is still somewhat sure of the preferences of their brothers.

"Hmmm! If only you felt the same way. Simon said happily, and handed her what he was holding again. What about this? Is it good-looking? ”

Tyrande looked at what Simon was holding and felt a sigh of relief.

It was a silver hairbrush with a delicate pattern and a colorful glass inlay, which was very gorgeous.

This is a gift for a girl at first glance.

"It's beautiful......" she honestly said.

"Really?" Simon said happily, "That's great, I don't pick anything for girls, and if Tyrande says something good, then she will like it too." ”

Who is she?

Tyrande blinked, imagining what kind of person the comb would be sent to, and what color of hair it would be inserted, shining with a moving sheen. But no matter how she thought about it, she felt that this hairbrush would definitely make its owner look even more beautiful and moving.

Tyrande couldn't help but look at the doll in his arms, and then at the hairbrush. Myself...... In his eyes, is he still a child suitable for playing with dolls? Thinking like this, Tyrande suddenly felt that the joy and sweetness of the idea just now suddenly dissipated cleanly, as if it had never happened.

Tyrande's mind changed in an instant, but Simon didn't notice it.

He looked again, and felt that there was nothing else he was satisfied with, so he asked the stall owner. "Do you have the comb, I still need one."

The stall owner was surprised and rummaged out of his bag.

Although it is very similar to the other one, it is a gold set ruby, and the pattern is slightly different because of the handmade relationship.

But Simon was already satisfied. "I'll have both."

Naturally, the stall owner would not refuse the door-to-door business, but while putting the hairbrush into a beautiful box and wrapping it, he couldn't help but look at Simon curiously.

"Is there anything on my face?" Simon asked, puzzled.

"I thought you and that pretty little girl were a couple. It doesn't seem like she's your sister, huh? "The stall owner thinks he's seen through the truth.

Simon smiled and said modestly, "Where do I have such a lovely sister." ”

The stall owner sighed a few times, and whispered as he handed Simon the thing. "I remind you, my craft is very special, unique. Be careful, don't show yourself? ”

Simon looked confused. "What...... What do you mean? ”

Tyrande glanced at him angrily and said, "It means that if you give it to two girls, they will easily find out that you also gave each other's hair combs." ”

"And then?" Simon didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

Tyrande paused. "What are you pretending to be stupid!" With that, she left angrily and left without caring about Simon.

Simon felt as if he had something very important in the dark.

Wait, why did he say again!

"This ...... Can't I give a hairbrush to a girl? Simon took a look, and saw that there were fewer people, so he approached the stall owner and asked.

The stall owner had a wicked smile on his face. "Yes! How not! My hair comb, even in Aisaline, is a well-known token of love! ”

"What? A token of love? ”

Simon's face cracked.

He bought two......

He made it clear that he was going to send two people......

He also said it didn't matter......

The stall owner continued: "So, young man, I admire you too! Such a blatant foot on two boats," he patted Simon on the shoulder. "I'm optimistic about you!"

Simon's mind went blank.

Pedal on two boats?

So, just now, Tyrande's eyes ......

The scumbag with a capital letter hung brightly above Simon's head.