C10 (1/2)

By the time Su Xing rushed downstairs, Liu Qingyan had also just parked his car.

He leaned against the door of the car, calmly and unhurriedly watching Su Wen slowly walk in. When she was in front of him, Liu Qingyan looked at her for a while, then reached out and took off the hairpin on the back of her head.

Her long hair flowed down like a waterfall.

”What for?” Su Ming asked in a daze.

”Hair is too old.” Liu Qingyan evaluated very impolitely.

Su Chen didn't refute her words. She wanted to take the hairpin from Liu Qingyan's hands, but he withdrew his hand and placed the hairpin into the carriage.

”I like this hairpin, give it to me.” He said lightly.

”This won't do.” Su Wen was anxious. He did not think much of it and blurted it out.

”...” He gave it to you? ” Liu Qingyan was an extremely intelligent person. When he saw how anxious Su Mo was, he had already guessed the origin of the hairpin.

If he thought about it carefully, the hairpin was made of sandalwood, and the decorative patterns on it were simple and elegant. There was even an emerald drop of Guan Yin hanging from the tip of the hairpin.

Sure enough, Su Ming pursed his lips and did not speak.

That hairpin was indeed a gift from Du Haichuan, the last Valentine's Day gift. When the gift was given, Du Haichuan even went around the table and helped her raise her long hair. In the western restaurant with the leisurely sound of the zither, when he helped her with the black hair, Su Wu wrote to her: I really like this boy.