"It would be great if I could be a copywriter (

"What are you two talking about?"

Otosha showed a puzzling expression, "So what is the gift?"

"Temporarily confidential."

Su Chen didn't dare to tell the strange truth.

And, on the other hand, he even wanted to pause for a while and chat with Feng Yu alone to talk about what this gift meant.

and so.

After arriving in the store, after finishing the work of opening a store on the first floor, Su Chen directly called Feng Yu to the lounge on the grounds of discussing work.

The latter also tacitly agreed, and obediently responded - she herself was still at a loss at present, even if she was as dull as her, she could see that the atmosphere was not right.

Sure enough, the gift he gave made Teacher Mao Xuewang hated.

Sitting restlessly in the lounge, Feng Yu spoke first:

"Well... it was a little weird starting in the morning..."

"Mr. Mao Xuewang... I really don't like the gift I gave, right?"

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not." Su Chen sullen his face, drank water tactically, and poured a glass for the opponent by the way.

He looked serious and said, "Seriously, this kind of thing you sent is a bit strange..."

The words are not over yet.

Looking up quietly, Su Chen glanced at Feng Yu's face for the first time.

as predicted!

A super disappointed expression.

It was like a Chihuahua abandoned by the owner, with a pitiful and painful expression, and a sad expression.

Hello! Obviously, I have expressed my views as tactfully as possible!

In contrast, Feng Yu.

At this time she was indeed stunned.

--No way? Does the relationship between myself and Teacher Mao Xuewang seem weird to even send a bottle of shampoo?

This is too chilling, right?

Feng Yu interpreted silently in his heart, and his face was even paler.

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"is it……"

She opened her mouth empty, and sighed in despair.

"Sorry, Mr. Mao Xuewang, the gift I gave is not suitable, so you bother..."

"No, no, I didn't mean that."

Su Chen waved his hands again and again when he saw the other party's expression of disappointment in such a storm.

"That's right... I just want to know, what exactly is the gift you gave me to express..."

"Huh? Talk about this now?" Feng Yu had tears in the corners of his eyes, "It's purely to protect your hair, teacher, and it also serves as a vigilance by the way."

"what?"

Su Chen took a deep breath in silence.

Then fell into deep contemplation.

This...women's nightdress and hair...is there such a complicated connection?

How come I have never heard of it?

Could it be what local folk customs?

No matter what, let's comfort a wave first.

After pondering for a moment, the two spoke at the same time.

"Actually, you give your nightdress or underwear. It doesn't matter to me. Anyway, it's all my heart..."

"Sorry, Mr. Mao Xuewang, I shouldn't have given you shampoo..."

The sounds overlapped, creating an indescribable weird feeling, which made the two of them stunned together.

However, after hearing it clearly, the two were even more puzzled.

? ? ?

What is the other person talking about?

Night skirt? underwear? What the hell?

Did you give it?

shampoo?

Is that what I received?

Su Chen only felt countless question marks rising in his heart, with a dazed expression on his face.

"What do you mean?" The two spoke in unison again, and the understanding was full.

"That means..." Feng Yu whispered first, "Doesn't Mr. Mao Xuewang hate the shampoo I sent?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? The gift I received is obviously a lady's nightdress..."

"Eh?"

Feng Yu's brain went down.

What the **** is women's nightdress?

How could I give such a funny gift?

Giving men a women’s nightdress... isn’t it the same as giving glasses to the blind, hearing aids to the deaf, and treadmills to the cripple?

"Teacher, did you really get a lady's nightdress?" She was skeptical.

However, Su Chen's attitude was firm.

"Yes, it's like a fake replacement."

"Then Teacher Xiao Su received...?"

"Underwear, it's the oversized one."

Feng Yu: "..."

Just like a steam engine, Feng Yu's face fluttered, flushing directly from his cheeks to the base of his neck.

Isn't it what Yinsha was looking for last night?

So it was sent by yourself wrong?

"I, I may have given the wrong gift..."

And Su Chen also reacted at this moment.

After adding the subject to the dialogue, all beautiful misunderstandings are easily resolved.

It turned out that Feng Yu’s gifts were scarves and shampoos. When he went into the bedroom to take them, he stupidly did not distinguish between the bags with extremely similar appearances, and gave him the things that Yinsha bought directly as gifts.

"So, you are confused with Yinsha's bag?" Su Chen was relieved.

so far so good.

It's not a strange gift.

It was just an oolong incident.

In this way, the embarrassing person becomes Fengyu.

"Sorry, the appearance of the paper bag is too similar..."

"No, it's okay, tomorrow I will return the gift I gave you by mistake."

Su Chen said so, and then the corners of his mouth twitched: "Of course, there is nothing I can do with underwear, that guy has already passed through."

"Huh?" Feng Yu was stunned at the time, "with the figure of Teacher Xiaosu~lightnovelpub.net~ how did she get in?"

You know, that's the size of the tone yarn.

One is a towering mountain, and the other is an airport with no protrusions at all.

The gap between the two can be described as a huge difference, which makes people sad.

Hey, this girl really doesn't open the pot or mention which pot.

If Su Xiaoxiao himself was here, I'm afraid he would blow up his hair on the spot, right?

Thinking hypothetically in his mind, Su Chen waved his hand stiffly, "Who knows, maybe... it's a little bit of a chest pad?"

Hear the words.

The lounge was silent for a few seconds.

then.

Feng Yu faintly raised his head, staring at him seriously.

"Teacher Mao Xuewang..."

"?"

"The breast pads in your house...there are so many."

"..." Su Chen wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking and wanted to stop talking again.

Ok.

We still don't know the number of layers of breast pads Su Xiaoxiao put on that day.

at the same time.

Far away in Bilibili, with several thick layers, Su Xiaoxiao, who was serious about painting, also felt a strange and familiar malice.

He straightened his extremely unreal chest.

The little girl cheered up again, not knowing what she was.

Studio on the second floor.

When Su Chen and Feng Yu returned, the two reached an agreement temporarily.

"Feng Yu, thank you for the shampoo, I like it very much!"

"So the present is shampoo?"

Yinsha raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Looking at the mysterious look of the two of you, I thought I gave some hidden gift..."

"Yeah, it's just a simple shampoo." Feng Yu smiled and nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.

As for the truth...

Let's wait until we return to the apartment after get off work.

...