Su Meng looks at the man with a black face at the bottom of the pot. He purses his mouth and wants to laugh. It's hard to get a little more teasing.

"Don't you think it's OK for me to send it secretly and not let others know? You can rest assured that no one except him and me knows it's from me. Our previous image of love will not be affected. "

Shen Yu'an is annoyed by Su Meng's shameless degree. He looks at Su Meng's wool ball, and his head turns fast.

Su Meng hasn't seen any strange men recently. Apart from him and Su Yankai, he really can't figure out who she will knit a scarf for. Can't it be for Zhao Zhijun who is still in prison?

That's even more impossible.

Su Meng is gnashing her teeth at Zhao Zhijun. Every time she mentions him, she looks scornful. How can she weave a scarf for him? It's absolutely impossible.

Who would it be for?

But no matter who weaves it, not for him, he is not happy.

Shen Yu'an said without expression, "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to artificial fiber, please change the place to play wool ball."

Su Meng has been in contact with Shen Yu'an for three or four months. She doesn't know much about Shen Yu'an, but she has a clear allergic history.

She remembers that Shen Yu'an wore a sweater a few days ago.

What's allergic to artificial fiber? You can tell it's his story.

She choked with laughter and pain, but with an understanding look on her face, she put the wool ball in the drawer and said, "well, I'll knit it when I leave the hospital."

Shen Yu an black face, the notebook on the table, ring the side of the nurse bell, "nurse, change the dressing!"

The nurse pushes Shen Yu'an out of the door to change the gauze on the wound. Su Meng holds out the wool ball in the drawer and smiles to tears.

She knitted the scarf very fast. Before Shen Yu'an was discharged from hospital, she knitted a 1.6 meter long scarf.

At this time, in order to maintain the sense of mystery, she secretly weaves in the bathroom when Shen Yu'an goes out of the room to check her body.

However, even if she hides tightly, she is still discovered by Shen Yu'an.

Shen Yu'an saw her take out a long scarf that day, and her smiling face became stiff again. Even Su Meng didn't look well when she sat by his bed.

"I'm allergic to fiber. Please take the scarf you knitted for others and stay away from me."

Especially the three words woven for others.

Su Meng looked at the scarf with gray and white double color pattern on the palm of her hand and said with some loss, "are you really allergic to artificial fiber?"

Staring at the notebook in front of him, Shen Yu'an definitely nodded.

Su Meng bit her lower lip, choked her smile, and said, "it seems that I can only give this scarf to Dad. Well, this is the color I chose for you. I think gray is especially suitable for you. "

She said, turning to leave with her scarf in her hand.

Shen Yu'an was so scared that he quickly grabbed her, took a deep breath, and asked hesitantly, "what do you mean by that?"

Didn't the woman say the scarf was made for someone else? Why did you suddenly say it was for him?

Su Meng chuckled and looked at the man in front of her. "This scarf was originally made for you. You are allergic to fiber, so I can only give it to others. It's a pity. "

"Oh, don't go. This scarf belongs to me. You can't give it to anyone." Shen Yu'an grabs the scarf in Su Meng's palm and doesn't let go.

Su Meng's eyes turned into crescent moon with a smile. "Who said he was allergic to fiber? Let the wool ball stay away from him."

Shen Yu'an lied to himself without blinking. "Oh, I remember wrong. I'm allergic to polyester, not artificial fiber. I like this scarf very much. "