"Gu ......" Feng Gu Qiao pursed his lips and smiled when he realized the words represented by this letter, and then he felt an indescribably cold gaze cast on his body.

She followed the line of sight, Wu Yanjue was looking at her, the dark carriage, the colorful lights outside the street kept sweeping over him, Feng Gu Qiao looked at him silently for a while, clenched the brooch in his hand, and leaned towards him.

"Wu Yanjue, what's wrong with you?"

How did she feel that Wu Yanjue was a little ...... It's depressing, weird.

She leaned in again, her warm breath almost hitting his face, and looked at him with concern: "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Wu Yanjue ignored her, retracted his gaze and looked out the window, motionless as if in a state of flux.

Seeing him like this, Feng Gu Qiao took a deep breath and withdrew his body, glanced at him again, and turned his head out of the window angrily, leaving him with the back of his head, "Ignore it." ”

When she got home, Feng Gu Qiao directly threw off Wu Yanjue and went upstairs first, Wu Yanjue looked at her running away downstairs, her eyes were slightly dark.

After Feng Gu Qiao ran upstairs, he secretly felt that he was angry, he had not experienced this state in the past, and with Wu Yanjue, almost half of it was like this now, he didn't want to say it, so no one could pry his mouth, saying that treating people as air would be air, and ignoring people for half a point.

Taking a deep breath, and then exhaling the turbid air on the first floor, Feng Gu straightened up and leaned against the door panel, and in the room, the little flower dog whined low, and two swarthy eyes stared at her.

Feng Gu Qiao took off his heavy coat, squatted down to open the cage, and picked up the energetic little flower dog inside, "Miss me?" ”

In response to her, Xiaohua Dog's warm tongue licked her fingers, Feng Gu Qiao smiled and put his face on Xiaohua Dog's hot hair, rubbed it with his eyes closed, and sighed comfortably: "Hmm... The little flowers are so fragrant and soft today. ”

Gently put the little flower dog on the bed, Feng Gu Qiao took the pajamas to the bathroom to wash, and when he came out, he inadvertently saw the hot grapefruit tea on the coffee table, Feng Gu Qiao stared at the grapefruit tea in a daze, and then a shy and happy smile bloomed on his face.

Suddenly, what Wu Yanjue had said before getting into the car, Feng Gu Qiao knocked his head in annoyance, yes, gift!

Feng Gu Qiao's eyes searched around the sofa, and even turned over the back of the sofa cushions, and turned back and forth on the desk several times, but he didn't find any trace of the gift.

Without stopping, Feng Gu Qiaole knocked directly on Wu Yanjue's door, "Wu Yanjue, didn't you say to give me a gift, what about the gift?" ”

Wu Yanjue opened the door to let Feng Gu Qiao in, Feng Gu Qiao's eyes swept around the traces of the gift box, and pulled Wu Yanjue's cuffs in frustration, and said in a voice with a little grievance: "Wu Yanjue, where are the gifts?" ”

"In the cloakroom."

In Feng Gu Qiao's scorching anticipation, Wu Yanjue opened the door of the cloakroom and took out a bright red scarf from it, the scarves were stacked in a boxy and neat manner, and the bright red combined with his white and slender fingers was very visually impactful, Feng Gu Qiao was stunned for a while, only to feel suffocated, and she found her voice after half a sound: "You...... Do you weave? ”

"Well, for your birthday."

Feng Guqiao didn't know what to say for a while, her hand was lightly placed on the scarf, the soft wool was comfortable and soft to the touch, she actually felt that her nose was a little sour, "No, didn't you let you weave?" ”