Chapter 415

Chu Zheng rubbed his nose and didn't know what to say. Did he tell Ye Fei that master song had been threatened by his young master, but he confessed her?

"By the way, do you know what days are there?" Chu Zheng changed the topic.

"What day?" Eat grapes, look at the grape leaf sign.

Chu Zheng hesitated for a moment or decisively said: "the 26th is the birthday of the young master."

The grape in Ye Fei's hand purrs directly to the ground, Su Mo Han's birthday? Su Mo Han's birthday is coming soon!

"He What does he usually like? " Ye Fei was a little anxious. She got up quickly and went to Chu Zheng's side and sat down next to him.

Smelling a sudden gust of fragrant wind, Chu Zheng's whole body collapsed stiff, but in his heart he couldn't help murmuring that Su Shao's favorite thing is you!

"Come on, you won't tell me all this?" Ye Fei's tone reveals a touch of danger, with a faint threat.

Chu Zheng immediately explained: "Auntie, don't harm me. It's not easy for me to make a living. Don't torture me."

"Chutezhu, I know you are very nice. Tell me what Su Shao likes?" Ye Fei narrowed her eyes with a smile, took a grape and stuffed it into Chu Zheng's mouth.

Chu Zheng almost choked Chu Zheng. He was so surprised that he sat down on the sofa and swallowed the whole grape with his skin. He looked up and was facing Shangye Fei's crescent eyes: "chutezhu, you've eaten other people's grapes."

Chu Zheng vowed that if this sentence spread to Su Shao's ears, the young master would listen to him You've eaten other people's tofu ~ '

"Auntie, please forgive me. I swear, as long as it's from you, Su Shao will love it!"

Ye Fei nodded and smiled: "in fact, I feel the same way."

Chuzheng, who was sliding out of the door, stumbled and nearly knelt at the door. He could not help murmuring in his heart: this woman is simply have no shame!

After Chu Zheng's escape, ye Fei has been thinking about what she wants to send Su Mohan. After all, with Su Mohan's identity and status, she is expected to have nothing short of. So she doesn't have to pick anything with a big price, as long as it can represent her own mind.

After lying on the bed for a while, ye Fei had an idea. She immediately asked the maid for a few balls of wool. Then she looked up the knitting method of the sweater on the Internet. Her ambition was to knit a sweater before his birthday.

One afternoon, ye Fei has been sitting on the computer looking at the knitting pattern of the sweater. However, she obviously overestimated her IQ, and almost beat her down in the first step of the long march.

All afternoon, apart from a ball of wool rolling around on the ground, several sweater needles did not even hang on to a row of wool, let alone the prototype.

"Ah..." Ye Fei put down the needle in her hand, folded her legs, sat in a big chair, dragged her chin, and looked at those complicated needlework pictures that could not be more complicated.

After looking at the time, it was already five o'clock. Ye Fei closed the web page, put a few balls of wool and needles in a plastic bag, and then put them into one of her suitcases. She planned to study it when she was free tomorrow.