Although Cheng Yuan'er is not very sideways, his physical strength is really poor. Whether it's high school or junior high school, I can only barely pass sports.

"Can't you just slow down? I'm exhausted. Cheng Yuaner also bought a lot of things, basically skin care products and clothes. Carrying a few big bags in his hands, he was pulled around by Cheng Yuan'er like this, and his physical strength was really unbearable.

Cheng Yuaner's family is quite wealthy, and her mother is a senior teacher, and her salary is not low. His father was a well-known interior designer. Not Cheng Yuan'er never spent a penny of her parents after graduating from high school, and the popularity she saved by writing yellow short essays in her first year of high school, she began to write long stories of pure love after graduation, and became a god writer of the website, and the manuscript fee can exceed 10,000 without full attendance. And he also published several books that became bestsellers.

Every penny she spends is earned by herself, and even if she squanders it, she is at ease. She thought about helping Yi Wushuang pay off her debts together, but she was rejected every time.

"It's called weight loss, and maybe you'll lose weight one day. In high school, when did you pass the long-distance running exam? You ran away from every PE class. ”

"Why are you so mouthful, and you are so arrogant with Chen Yixiao's card."

"That's what he gave me, too."

Yi Wushuang originally wanted to buy toiletries, but he was attracted by a pot of pink and white double-headed succulent on the flower stand at the entrance of the supply store, and walked over and looked at it with shining eyes: "Cheng Yuan'er, this squirting succulent is so cute." ”

Yi Wushuang took a fancy to a pot of pink and white rosette-shaped, each piece was obovate-shaped and fleshy, called Peach Beauty. It's a bit sharp, almost two centimeters thick. The surface of the leaves is white powder, and the plants are light purple.

Although Cheng Yuaner doesn't like it very much, because she is too lazy to take care of it, for the sake of beauty, she also raises a lot of meat at home, and naturally there are peach beauties. But I don't know much about succulents, but I just water them every half a month.

"You're here to buy flowers?" Cheng Yuan'er took a look and walked into the store.

"Oh, okay." Yi Wushuang stood up helplessly, glanced at the fat peach beauty again, and kept up with Cheng Yuan'er's footsteps.

The decoration of the supply store is clean and simple, it is very comfortable to walk in, the temperature of the air conditioner is suitable, and a cool and cool wind slowly blows into Yi Wushuang's clothes. Most of the customers are girls, but there are also adults and children.

Yi Wushuang felt a slight chill when he first entered the door, and after a while, he got used to it and looked around. The store is not big, but the items for daily use are sold, and the styles are also the latest, which are suitable for girls and children.

Yi Wushuang and Cheng Yuan'er looked at each other separately. Yi Wushuang didn't know what He Yao liked, so he simply bought what he liked.

Yi Wushuang wants to buy glass products because they look good.

But what he likes is girly.,If you buy it back.,He'll fall off, right? It would be a waste if that were the case. Yi Wushuang glanced at the SpongeBob SquarePants in the pocket in his hand.

He's going to really strangle me.

But when I think about it, I look like a junior high school student, and even if the cartoon panties I wear are seen, I say, "Children like this, and so do boys." Yi Wushuang was determined that He Yao wouldn't wear it if he bought it back, but he still wanted to see him angry.

Yi Wushuang wanted to laugh when he thought of He Yao's appearance, how could an uncle look so naïve. Although it looks childish, it is also very fake when it smirks, and it is still ...... It's kind of scary. Although there is no difference between a real smile and a fake smile, it just gives people the sweet feeling of a child's simple smile at you.

And when angry is not a person at all.

Not my cup of tea, anyway.

Yi Wu's hands suddenly wanted to throw away the bag with her underwear, and she was instigated.

He Yao doesn't look like he's getting along well, and he's only known each other, two days or three days? Obviously, he is still a chess piece in his hand. I don't know why it's so self-cooked.

Unilateral self-cooked.