Yun Huan, who got the flowers, walked with light steps like a child on the road.

Passers-by next to him all thought that this girl had experienced something happy?

But as she walked, she suddenly jumped to Song Yingsheng's side with agility. Song Yingsheng asked her: "What's wrong?"

Because he saw Yun Hu'an's smile, he paused for a while.

"It's nothing. I just suddenly thought that no matter how beautiful the flower is, it will wither one day, so I was wondering, can I make it into a specimen? In this way, it can be preserved forever." Yun Hu'an picked up the flower in his hand and said while fiddling with its petals.

"Why?" Song Yingsheng smiled and touched Yun Hu'an's hair: "It's withered, I'll give you another one, won't it be enough?"

"Different." Yun Huan shook his head stubbornly: "This is the first gift you have given me since we entered into a relationship, so I have to save it well."

"And..." She thought of something again, but didn't say it: "Forget it, it's okay. After I go home later, I'll check on how to make homemade specimens online!"

"Well, you just need to like it." Seeing Yun Huan's attitude, Song Yingsheng didn't say more. This was just the flowers he bought in a few plot coins in the store, but he received Yun Huan's attention, which undoubtedly touched him a little.

He couldn't help but show a happy expression again, wanting to hug the girl, but Yun Huan jumped and avoided it: "There are too many people, I'll talk about it later when I go home."

"Okay..." Song Yingsheng was a little disappointed.

"But, as a make-up." Yun Hu'an walked over again, and his little hand grabbed Song Yingsheng's palm: "It's okay to hold hands."

At this moment, she smiled at Song Yingsheng, which touched Song Yingsheng's heart again.

You can feel it from the touch of the palm of your hand, and it feels very smooth, with a little sweaty palm, and a cold feeling, which is different from Song Yingsheng's warmth.

And this seems to be the first time Song Yingsheng held hands with a girl so openly on the street, and it was the kind of five fingers connected.

He didn't know why at this moment, he felt a little nervous and couldn't help but say casually: "Your hands are so cold."

"Then let you help me warm up." When Yun Huan held his left hand, he touched Song Yingsheng's cheek with his right hand and smiled, "Is it cold?"

"It's okay." After all, it's still August, Yun Hu'an's hands are not very cold: "But why do you want to pinch my face?"

Song Yingsheng couldn't help asking.

Just now, when Yun Huan let his little hand come over, she touched it and suddenly pinched Song Yingsheng's face.

"Because your skin is good, I can't help it." Yun Hu'an pinched it for a moment and said dissatisfied: "I seem to have said before that you didn't use any skin care products, but your skin is better than mine. Why?"

"Because I am born with beauty, I can't give up on myself." Song Yingsheng responded with a smile.

"Forget it, Brother Ying Sheng." Yun Huan showed a strange look: "You used to stay up late every day, and your face was already very good if you were not satisfied with the oil!"

"But I have never had acne or something." Song Yingsheng took Yun Hu'an's hand away and pinched Yun Hu'an's face in reverse: "Well...and don't you have it either?"

"That's because I used a lot..." Yunhu has listed a lot of skin care products, even facial masks, water, etc.: "Forget it, you can't understand even if I said it."

"But you can make a list. I don't need to understand. As long as we buy it together next time we are on Taobao."

"Well... it seems to make sense." Yun Hu'an thought for a moment: "Then I'll show you when I go home. I can also give you some when I buy it next time, but there seems to be some at home, and it should be possible to use it for a while."

"I'll spare you, no boys can use these." Song Yingsheng shook his head.

"Where isn't there! You've been stubborn about the antiperspirant before, but didn't you use it in the end? I heard from you that after using it, you will be more handsome." Yun Hu'an suddenly felt the urge to help Song Yingsheng put on makeup.

"But I'm already handsome enough, I don't need it anymore." Song Yingsheng retorted with a smile.

"Ah, this." Yun Hu'an pretended to show a disgusting expression: "Why are you suddenly so narcissistic, Brother Ying Sheng."

"Anyway, I don't care. I'll force you to use it anyway."

"...okokok, just like you." Song Yingsheng shrugged and expressed his surrender.

In this way, during the inexplicable conversation and fighting, the two of them walked and came to the apartment where they lived.

If you still remember, they were actually about to set off. Yun Hu'an had already prepared his luggage, and only Song Yingsheng was still packing up slowly.

"Let me think about it, I wear two pairs of pants, underwear, where are my underwear?" Song Yingsheng murmured to himself while packing up.

"It's here." Yun Huan suddenly appeared in front of him, and threw a few pairs of underwear to him with a little blushing: "I washed your clothes yesterday for you, don't you remember?"

"Remember...then these two..." Song Yingsheng looked at his underwear, then looked at Yun Hu'an.

"Of course it was washed by the washing machine! Do you think I will help you wash it with your hands?" Yun Huan snorted: "Next time, remember to wash it quickly. Don't accumulate a few buckets before washing. It's very dirty!"

"Okay, okay." Song Yingsheng of course agreed at this moment, and took all kinds of clothes handed over by Yun Hu'an. The girl was like a parasite in his body. She knew what clothes he was going to take, so she couldn't help asking:

"By the way, how do you know what I want to prepare?"

"Isn't this obvious? You only have three shirts at home, and now you are wearing a suit. What else can you wear?" Yun Hu'an said while throwing the clothes over:

"So I said, it was correct for me to take you to buy clothes before. Also, your clothes are wrinkled, but unfortunately there is no time, otherwise you should find a hot fight or something and straighten them."

"Next time, next time." Song Yingsheng agreed again: "Ahem, this is not the next time I will definitely be next time. Believe me, they will definitely be neat for the next date."

"Hmph, then okay, I will believe you." Yun Hu'an said: "I'll go get the specimens first. I'll come and tell me when you're packing them."

"Okay..." Song Yingsheng put the charger into the suitcase, and then listened to the brisk music hummed by Yun Hu'an outside, and couldn't help but chuckled a few times.
Chapter completed!