Chapter 173

Tang Lingxi shook his head, looked at the orderly scarf on the cabinet, and pointed to a dark blue checkered scarf.

The clerk quickly took it down and praised it: "Miss, you have a real eye. This is the work of Crete, a French Paris design master. The patterns and styles are original and hand woven."

Tang Lingxi took it and touched it. It was soft and comfortable. He accidentally turned over the sign, which said 30000 yuan.

Tang Lingxi was stunned and almost rolled his eyes. "Thirty thousand!" then Nunu murmured in a low voice, "I want so many scarves. I think I'm gold bars?"

Shop assistant Wu showed his signature smile. "Miss, it just arrived yesterday. The global limit is 100, and there is only one in the city." Tang Lingxi smiled awkwardly.

When she walked out of the store in frustration, she saw a wool shop diagonally opposite. The idea flashed by. Is the warmth card much warmer than those luxuries? Tang Lingxi swept the loss between his eyebrows and rushed to buy wool.

But she hasn't knitted scarves for men!

Tang Lingxi returned to her room and began to look for men's scarf patterns on the Internet. Soon it was noon.

The little peach knocked on the door and whispered, "Miss Lingxi, lunch is ready."

Tang Lingxi didn't look up. He even stretched his eyes from the screen. Tang Lingxi took a long sigh of relief, carefully pondered the patterns just selected, and casually asked, "what's the dish?"

Little peach squinted and stretched his neck. He wanted to see the content of the computer page clearly. He slowly replied: "boiled fish, lion head, sweet and sour ribs..."

As soon as he heard the sweet and sour ribs, Tang Lingxi immediately jumped up from his chair, swallowed his saliva and said with a smile, "I like sweet and sour ribs best. Just as I'm hungry, I'll have dinner!" then he walked to the door.

After a hurried meal, Tang Lingxi slipped into the room and focused on the computer video to learn the needle again and again. The tutorial has been very slow, but Tang Lingxi still can't keep up.

She scratched her hair in chagrin. No wonder she learned to write when she was young. Her mother teased her hands that they were like cat claws. The words she wrote were like cat claws. It turned out that these hands were not smart enough.

All afternoon, Tang Lingxi locked herself in the room and worked tirelessly to weave. She didn't eat afternoon tea. The little peach pinched her red hand before she resisted the impulse to rush into the room to see what Tang Lingxi was doing.

At dinner, she took a few mouthfuls of rice at will and said she was full. Then she immediately went to the room when the old man of Dongling looked at him in amazement and surprise.

As soon as he returned to the room, Tang Lingxi couldn't wait to lean against the bed to knit a scarf. He started stitching several times in the afternoon and became familiar with the patterns. If he didn't knit it quickly now, he might forget later.

She was engrossed in knitting, and Dongling Beichen pushed the door in without knocking.

Tang Lingxi was startled. He opened his eyes unconsciously and hurriedly stuffed two huge wool balls and stick needles into the quilt. There was some angry meaning in his tone, "you don't know to knock at the door."

When Beichen of Dongling saw Tang Lingxi, he was surprised and then looked like a little resentful woman. He was very cute and said with a smile: "I saw you eat very little at the dinner table today, so I came up to see what's wrong with you - uncomfortable?"

Tang Lingxi tilted his head and nodded, "well, my head hurts a little, so I want to sleep."

Dongling Beichen frowned slightly, bent down and stretched out his hand to explore Tang Lingxi's forehead. His voice softened, "it's easy to have a fever and catch a cold these days. Why don't you ask someone to cook a bowl of ginger soup for you?"

Dongling Beichen was very considerate and gentle, but Tang Lingxi moved his body unnaturally, but squeezed a wool ball and rolled to the ground. Fortunately, Dongling Beichen was standing on the other side, so he didn't find the wool ball.

Tang Lingxi pulled the quilt and said, "no, no, I'll be fine after lying down for a while. There are a lot of things in the company these days. You go first."

Dongling Beichen frowned and looked at Tang Lingxi with confused eyes, but didn't ask much.

"Well, have a good rest. If it's really uncomfortable, call the doctor." then he went out of the room and closed the door.

Tang Lingxi patted his chest and muttered falsely, "NIMA will lose ten years of life if she goes on like this!"

Then quickly pick up the wool ball at the edge of getting up and continue to weave the scarf.

In the next two days, Tang Lingxi did not show any strange things as usual. But secretly ran to the guest room to knit a scarf in the dead of night.

Because of the fear of being discovered, the patterns are complex. Sometimes they weave for a long time at night, but Tang Lingxi has to tear them down and re weave them during the day. In this way, she knitted and disassembled it. It took several nights to finish it. She held a two meter long scarf and stroked it from time to time. The corners of her mouth tilted slightly to outline a sweet smile.

The cold current is passing through and cooling continuously. It's colder than a while ago.

Tang Lingxi thought of Dongling Beichen who went out this morning, but he was still in a suit. Without a coat to keep out the cold, he put his scarf into a beautiful gift box and went out.

In the bustling business district, high-rise buildings stand tall and busy, and urban elites in suits are in a hurry.

Tang Lingxi looked up at the tall building. The weak sunshine still forced her to squint. She stretched out her hand and counted which floor the Dongling Beichen was on. Then she wrapped her coat with satisfaction and walked into the building. At a glance, she saw a familiar figure.

Meng Qingyao.

She won't admit it wrong. When Jiang Meili handed the picture to herself, she felt the scar on her face and compared it secretly.

The man's face is clearer in his own brain.

She thought Meng Qingyao would come to Dongling Beichen. After all, such a big brother, diamond king and five, is a handsome man who automatically attracts peach blossoms and is an ex.

But I didn't expect to find it so soon.

In the black and white crowd, her back is very enchanting, a wine red waist Pleated Dress and ten cm high boots.

Tang Lingxi couldn't help but toot his mouth. He really wanted demeanor and didn't want temperature. He glanced at it inadvertently, but he saw Meng Qingyao carrying an atmospheric and high-grade bag, and the trademark on it was the scarf designed by master Crete that he saw in the mall a few days ago.

Tang Lingxi thought about the scarf he had brought. An unknown fire was burning in his heart with the sound of "crackling": all kinds of beautiful and moving women surrounded by Shanyi people lined up to look forward to his favor.

Don't you want to be angry every day!

Damn scarf, damn hospitality. Maybe I'll send it myself. People in Dongling Beichen dislike what they sent!

Don't you want to buy a 30000 yuan scarf after collecting so much money for so long?

It's like being humiliated to death, okay?

The more he thought, the more angry he became. Tang Lingxi turned his head and walked out of the building. He threw his scarf into the trash can on the first floor, and then angrily twisted his waist to go out and called a taxi back.

After the secretary informed, Meng Qingyao pushed open the door of Beichen's office in Dongling. The soft light of the setting sun spread on him through the glass window, but it seemed to be the brilliance of Dongling Beichen itself.

He just exists in a dream. He is so arrogant and perfect. His gestures exude elegance and noble temperament of the emperor. No woman can resist his charm.

Dongling Beichen was looking at the document. Looking up at the document, Meng Qingyao put down the document in his hand. Meng Qingyao smiled and joked, "I'm still so diligent after work. Do you want to win the annual model worker award?"

Dongling Beichen smiled, but his eyes were indifferent and said, "how did you come here today?"

Meng Qingyao approached, raised the bag, shook it and said, "it's cold. I bought you a scarf because you don't wear much at ordinary times."

Dongling Beichen shook his head and said, "thank you, but I don't need it."

Meng Qingyao's face changed slightly, still smiling and coquettish said, "people bought it in several streets after shopping all day. Designed by Crete, France, there is only one in the city."

Dongling Beichen put away his smile and said, "I don't need it. I'll leave later. Don't delay coming home if you have nothing else to do. It's windy outside. It seems to rain."

Meng Qingyao hesitated for a moment. Just when she wanted to say something, Dongling Beichen asked the Secretary to send her out.

Meng Qingyao had to be embarrassed and said, "have a chance to have a meal in the future."

"Say again." Dongling Beichen still has a faint tone.

Dongling Beichen watched her leave. It was like sitting on the sofa relieved.

He can't tell why. The pressure on himself from the man in front of him is inexplicably large. At this time, he accidentally thinks of Tang Lingxi.

That girl, with her, every cell in her body is very relaxed!