Mu Ya straightened her hair, not daring to look at the people around her, Ling Yichen felt something, her eyes swept away, the cold aura spread, and the passers-by around her scattered one after another.

Only then did Mu Ya look at Ling Yichen and urge, "Open it and see if you like it or not." ”

Ling Yichen bowed his head, uncovered the dust film on the shoe box, revealing a pair of white casual shoes, with a special tiger head printed on the shoes, which was simple and exquisite, and the tiger head added to the domineering of the whole pair of shoes, which was very suitable for his style.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the girl beside him, seeing that her face was full of expressions waiting to be praised, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, with a slight smile on his face: "Xiaoya's choice, I like it all." ”

There was a look of connivance in his eyes, no matter what Mu Ya sent, as long as it was sent by her and chosen by her, Ling Yichen liked it.

Mu Ya's heart was moved, but she quickly lowered her head to hide the guilt in her eyes.

She had never given Ling Yichen anything, and she didn't even care about what Ling Yichen sent, and she didn't know how many of them were scattered.

But Ling Yichen never blamed her, and sometimes she even wondered why Ling Yichen was so good to her, and whether she was worth it or not.

Ling Yichen seemed to feel her sadness, stretched out his hand, brushed her soft hair with his big palm, and when she raised her head, he dropped a kiss on her forehead, and her voice softened a little: "I'm very happy, because my Xiaoya has me in her heart." ”

His words made Mu Ya stunned, and her eyes were a little red, and at that moment, the guilt, self-blame and remorse he saw in Mu Ya's eyes, seemed to have vicissitudes that did not match her age, he was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something, and said to Mu Ya in a dumb voice: "I don't blame you." ”

No matter what she did, Ling Yichen didn't blame her.

The next moment, Mu Ya hugged Ling Yichen's waist tightly, buried her head in his arms, tears fell big and big, and her heart was more like eating a lemon candy, sweet and sour, sweet and sour.

The flow of people in this shopping mall is already high, and the people around look at such a scene with curious eyes, but they don't dare to look at it more.

Ling Yichen's cold eyes swept over, who has the courage to look at it under such air pressure!

Fortunately, Mu Ya also knew that this was a shopping mall, and after a while, she raised her head and glanced at Ling Yichen embarrassedly: "Okay, I'm fine." ”

Ling Yichen saw that there were tears on her face, but there was a smile in her eyes, so he nodded, withdrew his hand from the top of her head, swept away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Be good, wait for me." ”

"Hmm." The young girls passing by looked at Mu Ya in surprise and envy, and Mu Ya nodded a little embarrassed.

Ling Yichen squatted down, carefully wrapped the shoes again, and put them back in the bag, his movements were extremely careful, as if they were something precious.

With his identity and worth, such a pair of shoes is really not worthy of his identity at all, but he cherishes it so much.

After packing up, he picked up a few bags and said to Mu Ya: "I have to go to the garage again, do you want to go with me, or wait for me here?" ”

Mu Ya had already collected her emotions and said to Ling Yichen, "I'll wait for you here." ”

Ling Yichen saw that her eyes had been glancing at the ice cream counter next to her, and he lifted all the bags in one of her hands in the same hand, took Mu Ya's hand and said, "Come down with me." ”