Shen Fanyin sorted out her emotions before going home, and she even went to the mall and gave up her wallet to buy gifts for each elder.

Not too expensive gifts, but they were all carefully selected by her, and they fit them perfectly.

"Big brother, your gift is also good, hahaha, my daughter is so sweet, right?"

「…… Get out!"

"Woo...... Xinxin, let's discuss, can I use Jing Zeheng to change your voice with you? Otherwise, I won't be able to turn a blind eye!"

"Sister-in-law, don't be like this, the children are paying attention to your image."

Looking at the four elders who showed each other like children, Jing Muhan was sour: "Fanyin, don't I have my eldest brother and I?"

Although it's not the New Year's Day, he really wants a gift from his sister!

I really want to know what Shen Fanyin will send to herself.

Jing Muhan looked at Shen Fanyin, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Uh......"

Shen Fanyin touched her nose, slightly embarrassed: "It's too much, I can't take it."

This lie is obviously too distracting, just four bags, how can you not take it?

Before Jing Muhan could pierce it, he heard Jing Zeheng say, "Have you ever bought a gift for Fanyin?"

"Uh......"

This time it was Jing Muhan's turn to be embarrassed.

His face began to heat up, and he couldn't help but feel that he was a bad brother who had committed a great crime.

"It's okay, it's okay, second brother, I don't lack anything, you don't have to give me a gift!"

What moved Jing Muhan was that Shen Fanyin was very quick to relieve him.

She smiled and said to them, "Talk, I'm going to work."

After saying that, she ran away, for fear that she would owe another gift.

Shen Fanyin is a person who doesn't like to accept gifts, because once she receives them, she has to think about how to pay them back.

For her, the best relationship between people is not to give gifts to each other. Save that money and buy what you like, so that both parties don't have to waste brain cells, let alone waste resources.

Jing Muhan looked at Shen Fanyin's back and sighed unconsciously.

Although he didn't give a gift first, he still wanted a gift from his sister!

At this moment, Jing Zeheng's arm was on his shoulder.

Jing Muhan looked sideways, his eyes full of confusion: "What's the matter, big brother?"

Jing Zeheng straightened his tie and asked, "This tie is not bad, right?"

Jing Muhan looked at it for a moment, with a look of disgust: "Isn't this the classic model that has been sold for decades? It's so unremarkable and unremarkable, how do you like this old-fashioned thing?"

Jing Zeheng: "Sanskrit sound."

Jing Muhan: "......!"

The corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth were dyed with a smile, fiddling with the garnet cufflinks on the cuffs, and asked, "What do you think of this?"

This time, Jing Muhan was heartbroken, and did not dare to answer directly, but carefully looked at the cufflinks.

The material is medium and upper, and the style has not been seen.

He relieved himself and pouted, "That's it, and...... Big brother, don't you think this red is too sassy for you?"

Jing Zeheng: "Sanskrit sound."

Jing Muhan: "......?"

"Made with your own hands."

「……」

"Actually, she carved a pair of rings for me, do you want to see them?"

"No! Think! Look!"

Jing Muhan felt that his eldest brother was really not a good person, really.

This old man has grown over time not only in age, but also in the degree of dog ratio.

Seeing that he was the only one in the whole family who had never received a gift from Shen Fanyin, Jing Muhan thought for a long time and walked towards Uncle Wang: "Uncle Wang, sure enough, you are the only one who is a good person, and we have the same sickness and sympathy."

Uncle Wang looked at him with complicated eyes: "It's true that Miss hasn't given me any gifts, but Miss often brings me snacks made by the old lady."

Jing Muhan: "......"

Is he redundant?

Is he unworthy?

Is this family unable to accommodate him?

Jing Muhan's joys and sorrows are not experienced by others, and they don't want to empathize with them.

Only Xiao Yue'er, who is separated by jet lag, is willing to comfort him-

"Huh? Why is she so excessive, how can she not give you a gift? This is also too much...... But Ahan, don't be angry, my sister is still young, maybe she doesn't understand this, she just doesn't know you very well, maybe it will be fine after a while?"

Jing Muhan held her mobile phone, and her heart warmed into a pool of spring water.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door.

Jing Zeheng opened the door and saw Shen Fanyin standing outside his door with a smiling face.

She was still wearing the same dress she wore when she went out, apparently having just returned from the conservatory.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Jing Zeheng didn't know about her going to the Ninth Courtyard in the afternoon, even though the child had said that he would help her retrieve the lost memory.

But since she lied, she didn't want him to know.

She was reluctant, so he cooperated.

Shen Fanyin handed him a small box and said with a smile, "Brother, I'll give it to you."

"Huh?" Jing Zeheng was a little surprised.

Why Shen Fanyin went to buy gifts for his elders, he also knew it, but he didn't expect that he also had gifts.

No sooner had he taken the box from her palm than he saw a soybean-sized blister on the tip of her index finger.

It doesn't matter what the gift is anymore.

He grabbed her hand, wrinkled his eyebrows, and asked, "How did you get it?"

Shen Fanyin didn't care: "I was a little distracted when I used the cutting machine in the afternoon, and I was burned by the fire paint."

Her tone was so relaxed that it made his heart throb.

He took her hand and dragged her into his room.

He said, "Wait, don't go."

Shen Fanyin looked confused, watching him leave quickly, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

Fortunately, Jing Zeheng came back quickly, his face was not good, and he was carrying a medical kit in his hand.

Shen Fanyin was a little helpless: "Brother, I'm really fine, it's not serious, it's fine in three or two days."

She was always thinking about the back when she was cutting obsidian in the afternoon, and when she was restless, she was burned by the fire paint. She used to have such burns when she studied with Professor Li, but she never dealt with them seriously, and she would just wait until the blisters dried up, and she would not even leave a scar.

Jing Zeheng obviously can't be so calm.

He pressed Shen Fanyin on the sofa with a calm face, and pulled her hand without saying anything.

Disinfect first, then use a scalpel blade to cut the blister, apply the scald medicine and then apply a waterproof band-aid.

The whole process was as smooth as a cloud, and Shen Fanyin didn't even feel pain.

She looked at the pink and tender band-aids on her fingertips, was silent for a long time, and said sincerely, "Brother, you are really virtuous."

Jing Zeheng silently packed up the medicine box, and then took out the small box from his pocket and put it on the coffee table.

He didn't open the box to see what was inside, but frowned and looked at Shen Fanyin, his eyes were serious like she had never seen before.

"Shen Fanyin, don't give me any gifts in the future." He said.

Shen Fanyin was suddenly called by him by his name, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

This seemed to be the first time he had called himself like this, which made her panic for no reason.

Jing Zeheng looked at the little cub staring at him with a pair of innocent big eyes, and he actually saw a trace of grievance in her eyes.

He frowned, pressed his instinct to coax her, and said solemnly: "Don't touch the cutting machine again in the future, if there is a decoration that needs to be carved, you draw the drawings, and I will find someone to do it for you."

The last time Shen Fanyin saw him like this was when he was in a meeting in Shenghua.

At that time, he scared her a lot, but she could comfort herself that it was work, that work was serious, and that her brother was very gentle in life.

But now, looking at his cold and serious face, Shen Fanyin couldn't find an excuse to comfort himself.

She pursed her lips unconsciously, and the grievances in her eyes became more and more intense.

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