This person is really sick!

And it's a very serious mental illness!

Shangguan Rui walked over and took the person into his arms again.

"I'm not in a good mood, tired?"

"No." Guan Xinyu replied lightly.

I'm not tired, but I feel strange in my heart and always feel something is wrong.

"Pick me up the gift?"

“…”

"Don't want to?" Shangguan Rui narrowed his eyes, his expression faintly, and a slight flash of stars in his pupils.

Guan Xinyu frowned and her voice was low, "No."

Damn it!

What the hell is going on with her?

Why are there always something uncomfortable in your chest flowing?

Will pregnancy really make you feel so emotionally ups and downs?

Or...

She minds Shangguan Rui buying gifts for other women?

Guan Xinyu was shocked in her chest, frightened by the sudden thoughts—

How is that possible?!

"Then help me choose?"

Guan Xinyu was originally going to refuse.

But when I think about it, it's nothing to help pick a gift.

If you don't help, you will feel really a ghost.

So, nodded and agreed.

The two of them walked around the mall and bought a few exquisite small gifts. They packed them and asked the shopping guide to send them to the car.

When paying the bill, Guan Xinyu suddenly remembered that Shangguan Rui had just bought a shelf of rags.

"Shangguan Rui, those rags will be withdrawn, right?"

"Why should I withdraw?"

"Didn't you buy all the gifts?" I bought all the gifts, what else can I buy those rags for?

He won't... he really wants to give that pile of rags to others, right?

That little maid is obviously acting sweet and sweet with her boyfriend.

Shangguan Rui really thought that the maid wanted her boyfriend to give her a rag, right?

Guan Yu suddenly felt so thunderous.

I didn't want to care about it, but Shangguan Rui asked him to let him go if he wanted to make a fool of himself, but when she thought of a shelf rag that would cost a lot of money, she couldn't help it.

"Shangguan Rui..."

"Well?"

"The phone call between the maid and her boyfriend is just a metaphor. She is not really a rag and wants a gift."

Shangguan Rui frowned, puzzled by women's thinking patterns—

Don't want something you say?

"Anyway, the maid's words are not what you think."

"..." The thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"You should withdraw those rags and save yourself from taking up space."

"..." The eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

"Think about it carefully, who would be happy to receive a lot of rags?"

"Didn't you say you like it, want it? Since you like it, why are you not happy?" Shangguan Rui really couldn't understand what the woman was thinking.

"..." Guan Xinyu rubbed her painful eyebrows and suddenly felt that it was harder to explain this problem to Shangguan Rui clearly than climbing to the sky.

After thinking about it, I changed to another saying, "That's just a metaphor between lovers."

Shangguan Rui didn't say anything, his eyebrows frowned even more.
Chapter completed!