\t\tIdle, Han Yuwei asked Ou Zeyi to buy a lot of wool, and then sat on the sofa and continued to study the knitting of sweaters.

She had only seen that kind of hand-knitted sweater in pictures or on TV, and she didn't know what it looked like when she was hand-knitted in reality, so she always knitted and dismantled, and finally knitted a neckline, but she didn't know if it fit.

Therefore, Han Yuwei was knitting a sweater while looking at Ou Zeyi, looking at his neck and shoulders, so visually, it should be about the same, right?

Ou Zeyi was reading the documents in the living room, and felt that Han Yuwei's eyes were always looking here, so he raised his head, "Something?" ”

“…… Not...... It's okay! Han Yuwei lowered her head and continued to knit the sweater.

However, because I was absent-minded, I got it wrong, no, in case it wasn't suitable, wasn't it white weaving? And if he misunderstands that she is knitting for someone else, won't he be sad again? But would she really be sad? Don't you don't care who she likes anymore?

It's so tangled!

Han Yuwei finally mustered up the courage and wanted him to try, and then as soon as she raised her head, she saw a magnified face in front of her, and because it appeared too suddenly, Han Yuwei's eyes couldn't help but widen suddenly.

"What are you doing here?" Originally, it was just a casual question, but with horror, as soon as he spoke, it seemed to be questioning.

"Nothing." Ou Zeyi straightened up, turned around and planned to continue to return to his seat, seeing that she wanted to speak and stopped, he thought that she was in some difficulty, so he came over to take a look, but it seemed that he was thinking too much.

He's knitting sweaters, and from the moment he bought wool for him, he's been very concerned about who he's knitting for, though...... He knew it wasn't for him, but ...... Well, he admitted, he was jealous!

"Yi!" Han Yuwei called out to her.

"Huh?"

"No need to turn around!" Han Yuwei immediately stopped him from turning around, "Just stand like that." ”

Ou Zeyi stood in the living room, with his back to her, although he didn't know what she was going to do, he still listened to her arrangement.

Han Yuwei took the sweater and wanted to reach out and put it off his head, but ......

He was too tall, Han Yuwei had a big belly and was stupid, he couldn't reach it at all, he barely reached out, and the sweater needle poked his neck!

Han Yuwei despised herself to the Somali Trench, why is she always so clumsy every time she needs to do things neatly, how will it end now? Han Yuwei stood awkwardly.

What she didn't see was a smile on the corner of Ou Zeyi's lips.

"Do you need me to crouch down?" Ou Zeyi said indifferently, but his body still squatted on the ground.

Han Yuwei looked embarrassed, stood behind her, put the sweater off his neck, compared it, and whispered in her mouth, "Why does it seem to be a little bigger?" ”

"It's okay, just eat a little fat."

"No, winter is over!" Han Yuwei took off the sweater, "I'd better re-knit it!" ”

Ou Zeyi squatted on the ground and didn't stand up, "sweater...... Is it for me? ”

The voice was so calm that it seemed to have no emotion, but in those eyes, there was a glimmer of light, like an eternal star, shining with dazzling light.

“…… Hmm," Han Yuwei nodded, "That...... Because...... Because...... You're always dressed so thinly so ......"

Every time he goes out, he wears a thin shirt and a windbreaker outside, although the windbreaker is very thick, but in such weather, a windbreaker can't keep out the cold at all, right?

Han Yuwei sat back on the sofa, dismantled the one she had just knitted, and then complained in a low voice, "I haven't knitted a sweater, and I haven't seen it, so I don't know what it should look like." ”

"Wait for me!" Ou Zeyi stood up and strode upstairs.

Two minutes later, Ou Zeyi walked over with two sweaters in his hands, one was light gray and very thick, and the other was sky blue and very thin, but that style was something Han Yuwei had never seen in the world.

"That's what it looks like." Ou Zeyi placed the sweater beside her, "If you make it according to this size, it should fit." ”

Han Yuwei took the sweater and looked at it, whether it was from the workmanship or the texture, it didn't look like it was handmade, right? So disappointed, he stuffed the sweater into his arms, "I want it to be hand-knitted, not sold outside." ”

"It's handmade," Ou Zeyi explained seriously, "My mommy sent it a few days ago, and she knitted it by hand." ”

"......" Han Yuwei blinked, looked at Ou Zeyi innocently, and in the next second, she quickly turned around and buried her face tightly in the wool.

Damn, who is Ou Zeyi, the son of the world's top designer Starsky, how many sweaters does he want that his mother won't knit for him, she is so self-conscious, she actually tried to knit a sweater for him, in case he was seen by his mother, he must be embarrassed and thrown home, right?

Han Yuwei felt that she had no face to see people, how could her clumsy skills be compared to the starry sky, that feel, that skill, it was completely a sweater in a high-end market store!

Ou Zeyi doesn't wear such a sweater, how can he wear the sweater she made?

Han Yuwei, you pig brain!

"Vivi?" Ou Zeyi sat beside her and patted her on the shoulder, "What's wrong?" ”

"Did I say I'm going to knit you a sweater?" Han Yuwei covered her face and asked ashamedly.

"Well, it looks like ...... just now"

"Forget!" Han Yuwei blushed and turned to look at him, "I forgot, you are the son of the master of the starry sky, and the starry sky is the queen of the fashion industry, I actually want to knit a sweater for her son!" ”

Ou Zeyi smiled happily, "Mommy's sweater is Mommy's, and you knit it's yours!" ”

"I don't want to weave!" She can't afford to lose this person!

Ou Zeyi chuckled, "Then help me knit a pair of gloves." ”

"Gloves?" Han Yuwei blinked, as if she didn't hear what he said.

"Well," Ou Zeyi nodded, "when you're outside, your hands will still be cold." ”

"Didn't your mommy send you gloves?" Han Yuwei asked with a wink.

"Nope." Ou Zeyi lied, in fact, whether it was gloves, sweaters, or even scarves, every winter, Mommy would send him new ones, and more than one set.

Han Yuwei nodded, "Then I'll knit gloves for you, this one is easier to weave, probably ...... Probably tomorrow it will be done! ”

Ou Zeyi stretched out his hand and said seriously, "Do you need to measure the size?" ”

"......" Han Yuwei looked at her with a dark face and slightly squinted her eyes, "Were you laughing at me just now?" ”

"Now it's laughing too." Ou Zeyi said a true scripture, but there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

Han Yuwei wanted to be angry, but seeing his beautiful face, all the anger was suddenly stuck in his throat, and his smile and face were full of his ...... In the gradual heat......

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