She wished she couldn't see him every day, how could she still miss him?

"By the way, Mr. Jue said that he would pick you up and go to dinner with the third young master in the evening, and I will go and prepare the clothes you will wear at night first."

After saying this, Jiang's mother put the unfinished sweater in the bamboo basket on the table, got up and entered the villa.

Qin Nianxuan looked at the sweater in the bamboo basket that had not yet been knitted, and couldn't help but remember that she had also knitted a scarf for Gu Junquan before.

The day she gave the scarf out happened to be Christmas.

That day, there were many girls who gave gifts to Gu Junquan, however, he did not accept any of the girls' gifts, she secretly hid aside, watching the gentle young man smile and refuse every girl, and nervously pinched the scarf that she had knitted for nearly a week.

It was only when there were fewer people that she dared to slowly walk out from behind the wall.

She still remembered the soft light in the eyes of the gentle young man when he saw her.

"Xuan Xuan, when did you come?" Seeing that her face was a little red from the cold, Gu Junquan stretched out his hand in distress and covered her cheek.

The young man's palms were very warm, and Qin Nianxuan instantly felt that his cold cheeks suddenly became hot.

She lowered her head and whispered, "I just didn't have long been here. ”

Gu Junquan knew that in fact, she had been here for a long time, and the young man's clean voice was unusually gentle, "Next time you come to me, don't hide secretly, you know?" ”

"......" as soon as he heard this. Qin Nianxuan's already hot face suddenly became even more red.

The girl in front of him is the person he wants to protect and protect for the rest of his life.

Gu Junquan couldn't help but lower his head, and his forehead was affectionately against her forehead, "Xuan Xuan, Merry Christmas." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.

It was the first time he had kissed her, though only on the forehead, but it was more exciting for her than any Christmas present she had ever gotten, so much so that she almost forgot to give him her scarf in the end.

Hearing that it was a scarf woven by her own hands, Gu Junquan looked at her with joy and pity, "Xuan Xuan, you put it on for me, okay?" ”

"Okay."

She didn't know if Gu Junquan still kept the scarf.

However, he is almost engaged, how can he still keep such old things?

What's more, it's still a worthless thing.

Speaking of which, I don't know if she remembers the stitching, after all, she hasn't touched a needle and thread in years.

Thinking about it, she had already picked up the sweater, opened the album that Jiang's mother had read before, and knitted a few stitches on it.

Mother Jiang came out and saw Qin Nianxuan knitting the sweater she had prepared for Mr. Jue, and couldn't help but smile knowingly on her face.

She knew that Miss Qin still cared about Mr. Jue.

Qin Nianxuan knitted a few stitches, feeling that she was still relatively rusty, and she was afraid that she would break the weaving for Jiang's mother, so she put it down and didn't do it again.

Seeing this, Jiang's mother walked over with a smile and glanced at the sweater in the bamboo basket, "Miss Qin, have you also learned to knit sweaters?" ”

She was stunned, but she didn't expect to be seen by Jiang's mother, "I learned it before, but I haven't knitted it for a long time, and I don't know if it's wrong to weave for you." ”

Mother Jiang picked it up and looked at it, there was nothing wrong with the stitch, and she couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, "Miss Qin, your hands are so skillful, it's rare to see girls who can do needlework now." ”

She smiled, remembering that she had deliberately learned these things for Gu Junquan before, and she couldn't help but be a little stunned.