Then, she said, “Okay.”
Shu Yan smiled knowingly. “Our Xinlei is really too sensible. It’s impossible not to like her!”
In the face of her praise, Jing xinlei only smiled slightly. That faint smile contained a faint sadness.
“Sigh, I didn’t expect our Cheng Hao to have such good taste. No wonder he has always looked down on the girl I picked for him!”
The more she liked herself, the heavier and more unbearable Jing Xinlei’s heart became.
After lunch, the autumn air was slightly cool, suitable for shopping.
Arriving at a large supermarket, Shu Yan pushed the shopping cart and stood shoulder to shoulder with Jing xinlei, choosing daily necessities together.
“Xinlei, what flavor do you like?”
She picked up a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and asked Jing xinlei, who was thinking about something.
Hearing Wen Sheng’s words, Jing xinlei came back to her senses and looked at the bottle of shampoo in her hand.
“I’ll do as I like.”
“How about buying Hao Sheng’s favorite flavor?”
