Su Meng looked at the man whose face was so dark in front of him and looked like anxious and frustrated, and she pressed the corners of her mouth to laugh, making it much harder to tease him.
“I’ll send it secretly without letting others know. Don’t you? Don’t worry, no one except him and me knows that I gave it. Our previous image of affection will not be affected.”
Shen Yuan laughed angrily at the level of shameless Su Meng, watching how unpleasant the ball of yarn in Su Meng’s hand looked, and at the same time turning his head fast.
Su Meng hasn’t seen any unfamiliar men recently. Besides him and Su Yankai, he really can’t think of who she will knit a scarf for, can it be for Zhao Zhijun, who is still in jail?
That’s even more impossible.
Su Meng gritted her teeth with hatred towards Zhao Zhijun, always ridiculing him every time she mentioned him, how could she weave a scarf for him, this is absolutely impossible.
Who is it for?
But no matter who weaves it, or not for him, he is not happy.
Shen Yuan said blankly, “I’m sorry, I’m allergic to artificial fibers, please change a place to play with ball of yarn.”
Su Meng and Shen Yuan have been in contact for three or four months, and they don’t know much about Shen Yuan, but the history of allergies to him is clear.
She remembered that Shen Yuan wore a knitted sweater the other day.
What is allergic to artificial fibers, you know that he is ridiculing.
She smiled and suffocated in pain, but with an empathetic look on her face, she packed the ball of wool into a drawer, “Well, I will knit after I leave the hospital.”
With a dark face, Shen Yuan put the notebook on the table and rang the nurse’s bell next to him, “Nurse, change the dressing!”
The nurse pushed Shen Yu’an out to change the gauze on the wound. Su Meng took out the ball of yarn in the drawer, laughing so much that tears came out.
She knits a scarf very quickly, and before Shen Yu’an was discharged from the hospital, a one-meter-six long scarf was knitted.
For a while, in order to maintain a sense of mystery, she secretly knits in the bathroom while Shen Yuan is out of the room to check her body.
But even if she was hiding tightly, she was still discovered by Shen Yuan.
When Shen Yuan saw her take out a long scarf that day, her face that was still smiling became stern again, and even Su Meng sat by his bed with a bad face.
“I’m allergic to fiber, please take the scarf you knit for others and stay away from me.”
Among them, these three words for other people’s knitting are particularly bite.
Su Meng looked at the gray and white two-tone patterned scarf on the palm of her hand, and said with a bit of disappointment, “Are you really allergic to artificial fibers?”
Staring at the notebook in front of him, Shen Yuan nodded affirmatively.
Su Meng bit her lower lip, suffocating her smile, and said with a bit of disappointment, “Then I can only give this scarf to my dad. Alas, this is the color I specially picked for you. I think Grey is especially suitable for you.”
As she said, she turned around and took her scarf to leave.
Shen Yu’an was so frightened that she quickly grabbed her, took a deep breath, and asked a little hesitantly, “What do you mean by this?”
Didn’t this woman say that this scarf was knitted for others? Why did you suddenly say it was for him?
Su Meng chuckled and stared softly at the man in front of him, “This scarf was originally knitted for you. You are allergic to fibers, so I can only give it to others. It’s a pity.”
“Ohhhhh, don’t go, this scarf is me, and you can’t give it away.” Shen Yuan grabbed the scarf from Su Meng’s palm and stopped.
Su Meng smiled so that his eyes were bent into crescent moons, “Who says he is allergic to fibers, please keep the ball of wool away from him.”
Shen Yuan lied to herself without blinking, “Oh, I remembered wrong, I am allergic to polyester, not to artificial fibers. I like this scarf very much.”
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