Chapter 140：

The setting sun slowly fell to the west, and the round body was facing the end of the street, and it was very large and sleek with the dwarf houses. The daylight is faint, and the light golden light reflects a lot of light and shadow in the air, making the man's tall and straight posture more sturdy.

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......

When he sat on the squatting car and headed for the apartment, he played with the exquisite and delicate gift bag and smiled and said: "I didn't expect that you came back so early. Not that it is tomorrow. Is it the plane? I was going to pick up the plane."

The man put the steering wheel in one hand and whispered: "Well, it was originally tomorrow, just in the end of the Chinese performance, I will come back in advance." After a pause, he said: "Zhu Wenzhao, Cheng Tingwen Let me bring you words, they hope that you will grow up soon, don't forget to go back to China to see."

Hearing the words, he couldn’t help but laugh out loudly: "Well, I was going to take a look back at China in the month after the orchestra’s holiday."

Then, he asked a few more questions about the tour. The Pareson Theatre is still relatively close to the apartment in Vienna, but today there is some blockage on the road. The two drove for ten minutes, only to see the shadow of a towering sculpture next to the apartment. Unfortunately, This is only a moment, and it is blocked.

Looking forward to the black-pressed Changlong team, he sighed helplessly: "Well, in fact, sometimes the subway is much faster than driving. I didn't expect Vienna to be blocked like this. I thought it would be like this in China. The wonders." Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something: "Yes, what is this for you?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and raised the light black pocket. The edge of the gift bag is outlined by silver needlework, and a small crystal is set every five centimeters. The bag is simple and generous, and there is no special logo.

When I first received it, I thought it was someone who bought a gift somewhere. Who knows that when he just opened the bag and saw it, he found that there were only two in it... it seems to be made of wool. The straight-type thing, it is a scarf, not so round, it is a hat, not so small.

After thinking for a long time, I suddenly realized: "You bought me a wristband?!"

闵琛: "..."

After a while, he said: "It's a glove." The voice was low and boring, as if it was an endless grievance.

At this moment, I was carefully observing the "four unlike" wool products, and did not notice the embarrassing look. When I heard that this thing was actually a "glove", he stayed for a moment, and finally said righteously: "Hey, are you fooled? How can this be a glove? This does not pop up at all." Place!"

"..."

"You must be fooled. This kind of thing is still loaded with such a high-end gift bag? It must be sold very expensive? How did Daniel not help you to check the customs and let you buy such a strange thing?"

"..."

"Well, where did this thing buy? If it is expensive, let's return it, simply... oh..."

Before a red light, the black Porsche gently braked the car. At the moment when the car stopped, the man in the driver's seat leaned over and slammed the youthful, rounded lips, engulfing his next words.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, and the scorpion did not react at all. When he returned to God, the other party had tightly held his back and let him cling to the hot chest. The exchange of fluids and fluids **** the temperature of the other party affectionately, and the temperature inside the compartment rises unnaturally.

Thanks to Vienna's long 80-second red light, when the cockroach sat down again and stepped on the gas pedal, there were already two red clouds on the white cheeks, some of them were dizzy, of course, the most important thing was -

He stopped talking.

Waiting for the car to drive downstairs to the apartment, there is no strange person in this well-governed community, even the pedestrians on the trail are pitiful. Yongzheng untied his seat belt and planned to get off. His hand just touched the safety button and was pulled by a pair of warm hands.

I looked up to the other side with a strange look, but my eyes fell into a pair of deep and sly scorpions.

For a long time, I only listened to the sullen tone and said: "That is a glove." After a pause, he said very seriously and said: "It is a very good and very good wool glove."

Some have never returned to God's jealousy: "...?"

“The gloves are very precious. It spans three continents, passes two oceans, rides in the first class of the plane, and enters the command lounge of the world's top concert halls. The most important thing is...”

The sly voice stopped abruptly, and curiously asked: "What is the most important thing?"

The narrow scorpion hangs down, and the voice is low: "...nothing."

The most important thing is... that is what I personally woven for you!

I looked at the complicated man in confusion, and some did not understand what the other person meant. But for a moment, the two did not get off the bus, took the gloves out of the bag and took them carefully for the youth.

The glove only opened three mouths. Except for the biggest mouth of the wrist, there were only four mouths and a thumb. I was very fit when I wore my left hand glove, but it was a little bigger, and there was not much difference, but when he wore his right hand, the thumb of the thumb was tightly stuck.

His fingers are thin and slender, not thick, and can make him stuck inaccessible. He can only explain the people who wear this glove... Water·Ping·Tai·Rotten.

However, he was still more energetic with the glove. He stared at the tiny mouth with a faint gaze, and finally tried to tear the mouth bigger with his fingers.

But how can a thin wool thread tear so much?

After trying for a long time, after waiting for the abandonment, the youth had already reached out and touched each other’s hands and whispered: "This glove... is it your own weaving, eh?"

It is possible to let the other party pay attention to such a degree, and I have already noticed that it is not right. Then I contacted the reality that “this glove is inferior to expensive materials, and its production process is so bad that it can’t bear to look straight”, I’m probably guessing it –

Perhaps, is this glove made by hand?

In the face of the youth's doubts, the action in the hands of the shackles was a moment, and then he shook his head contemptuously: "I didn't do it." Suddenly, he added: "It was Daniel."

Daniel, who is still lying on the ground half a second: "..."

When I saw that the other party was not twisted, I was more sure of my own guess. If he bought it, he could barely convince himself to believe it.

... although he doesn't really believe who will sell such ugly gloves that he can't even wear.

But if you want to say that Daniel personally woven, I don't believe it at all. Let me not say that he once saw Daniel skillfully replenishing a fallen shirt button with a needle thread, that is to say, this man can let him wear the gloves made by Daniel...

This is absolutely impossible, okay!

But when this guy is proud of it, he has to smile and swear: "Oh, um, it’s not what you did, absolutely definitely not what you do."

Being squatted like a child: "..."

Although the gloves were really impossible to wear, they still barely put on the gloves - only the fingers did not come out. The two men took the elevator to the top floor. On the hanging TV in the elevator, they were actually putting on the big events in Vienna these two days.

I have just arrived in Vienna this afternoon. These days he has been busy with the tour of Pok Oi, and he has not noticed what happened in Vienna. Looking at the two names "Lyon Zayev" and "Luo Yusen" displayed on the TV, the man slammed the scorpion in danger and did not say anything.

I just looked at it casually and I was too lazy to pay attention to this news.

After entering the apartment, the heating provided by the CCP's air conditioner made both of them feel warm. He took off the scarf on his neck and took off his coat. The two men tacitly stood in front of the clothes rack and hung clothes. The situation is as if it has been done countless times, skilled and natural, as if it should be like this.

"I was going to buy some food back tomorrow. There is no food at home today. Let's just have some dinner?"

"...home?"

The voice was a little low, and I didn’t hear it for a while: "Well? What are you talking about?"

He grabbed the scorpion and gently shook his head: "Nothing."

I didn't care too much: "Well, then I will do some simple dishes. Would you like to help? Amount, forget it, don't you come to help, I want to eat Chinese food tonight, I don't want to eat Western food. ""

For a man's ability to make Chinese food, he can never compliment.

When he turned to the kitchen and started to make some side dishes, he leaned against the door of the kitchen and quietly looked up at his beloved. The thin lips twitched slightly, and in a pleasant mood, the cold and elegant face was softened.

Just now he said... is home.

That's right