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However, in a split-second, he saw a familiar face reflected in the elevator. It seemed to be staring at us.

Heavens! He deserved to die!

Normally, no matter how many legends there were, they were all useless.

Now, Yin Yijie is actually kissing me at this kind of occasion. It is really hard for me to not want him to even think about it.

Normally, no matter how nice it was to me, like when I was sent to school, it was only to hug me.

Wuu wuu, you hateful big head, it's not good to be at home, you have to come out and see.

I didn't dare to turn my head to look.

I was too scared to breathe. He muttered in his heart: ”I didn't see you, I didn't see you, I didn't see you …”

The third floor of Book City was filled with all sorts of exam materials. The entire country had all sorts of materials that could be used here.

From junior high school to testing GRE, TOFEL and anything else ACCA la la la la la, I don't understand.

However, he obviously couldn't pick out what to give to the jade pot.

Without hesitation, I dragged Yin Yijie with me to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor was a classic library.

There were a few people on the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors.

However, there were people coming up from the lower levels to find a place to sit and take a look. Thus, it could only be relatively fewer, not really less.

Yin Yijie always looks cool outside. He smiled silently and followed me upstairs. He saw me get off the elevator and followed me as I pulled him around.

Escaping from the sight of Lan Hua, I relaxed a little, then looked at the shelves full of books, moved.

But the problem is, in such a big book city, I've been here for a few times like Grandma Liu. As for the specifics, or where to sell it, or what to give to Jade Gorge Ice, I have no idea.

But I'm still curious, really curious.

Also, I have a diamond card in my handbag that I can show off.

Once when my classmates were chatting around me, they mentioned the card that Yin Yijie gave me and told me a joke.

The joke was that bank cards had just started to flourish recently, and the adult's salary gradually dropped to the card instead of gold.

It was troublesome, the money wasn't clear, and he had to get it when he needed it.

However, there was no other way. The cooperation between the unit and the bank was mutually beneficial. This was how it was done.

So one day, his mother took her salary card to the bank and shouted, ”Take twenty thousand.”

The people standing in line looked at him with sidelong glances, indicating that he was rich.

The young miss of the bank was sweating profusely as she swiped her card for a long time. ”Only one.”

”My annual salary is always here.”

The young miss shook her head. ”Only the money needed to open the card. I haven't seen anything else.”

I felt that I could try to pull out a drill card later and shout at the attendant, ”Those two books, I'll take them.”

Speaking of which, I really do have some doubts about the power of my card.

Can you borrow a book, or can you go upstairs and have a cup of tea, or can you buy two books at a discount of six?

Sweat! Mother Jade Pot Ice sent me a drill card, and I used this card to send him a book. Or something like him giving me fifty thousand for the new year, and me sending him a pair of slippers? A pair of socks?

Yin Yijie rubbed my forehead and said coolly, ”What are you laughing so foolishly for?”

Ah? Am I giggling?

I'm thinking about it.

Yin Yijie stared at my face, very dangerous, very sure.

He was very unhappy that his authority was being questioned. His lips moved a few times, as if he was preparing to eat someone alive.

I hurriedly lowered my head. I was wrong, I can't admit that I made a mistake, right?

Don't eat me again in public.

Pulling on his sleeve, I carefully looked at him and smiled.

I frowned and asked, ”Tell me, what should I send to Young Master Yu?”

Yin Yijie's face did not look good, probably because he was thinking about Yu Hu Bing.

He took a long breath and shook his head. ”Whatever you want to give me, I'll give it to you. There's no need to say that.”

Sigh, to be in charge of a person's bowl, other than acting, one had to pay attention to even a possible smirk.

I, have endured it.

But I guess he'll like whatever I gift him, or more accurately, it doesn't matter if he likes it or not. I'm afraid that the wolves beside me don't like it, so he turns around and eats people.

Fortunately, it was no one else who saw me and no Hong Kong Doggie chasing us around like that, or else I would have considered going home and hiding.

After thinking about it carefully, I asked Yin Jiu with a smile, ”You, what do you want?”

Yin Yijie raised his eyebrows as he didn't understand what I meant. He frowned and looked at me curiously.

He didn't take off his sunglasses at all. He didn't know if it was because he was afraid of being recognized or because he was afraid that others wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Wuu wuu, I was obviously trying to please this man but I didn't give him any face, so it would be easier for him to reply.

Others might not know, but how could you not know that being humble is not my strong point.

He probably already saw through it, yet he still ignored me.

Wuu wuu, I lowered my head and pretended to be dead.

Yin Yijie felt wronged and his tone was a bit better, ”What do you want to do?”

”I wonder if I should send you something. Although I gave you money and everything, but in my hands I will buy things for you, is it my little heart? You work so hard to support your family, do you really not want me to worship you? ”

Since I'm already giving it my all, I might as well try to please him. For the sake of social harmony, I'll just eat a little loss.

Although Yin Yijie could definitely see what I meant, he was still satisfied. Holding my hand, he walked towards a tall bookshelf and pointed at the book on top of it:

”These are good books, but I just don't have time to read them. But no matter what Ke Er gives me, I like it. ”

It turned out to be a Nobel Prize column:

”Where You Go”, by Sankevich. Nils on the Goose, by Lagrove. Philosophy, by Russell... And Old Man and the Sea.

They were all good books that he dreamed of, just like how he wished for the life of a noble.

Goethe said, ”To read a good book is to talk to many noble people.”

I looked up at my guardian. I want to, too. Although these noble people could be men.

My guardian didn't seem very happy, because the way I looked at the book was clearly different from the way I felt when I saw him.

My eyes lit up at the sight of the book, and my possessive desire to know was particularly strong.

When I saw him, I avoided him as much as possible, avoiding the entanglement of our fingers.

After a long while, Yin Yijie finally led me to another row of bookshelves. The history of the world … Ahhh …

My guardian isn't testing my interest, is he? It's always so difficult.

In the history of the world, I have already been beaten to a pulp by Brian, so it's best to spare me. Holding Yin Yijie's hand, I want to leave this place.

The corners of Yin Yijie's lips curled up. He was very satisfied with his strategy.

I pointed to the direction and asked for instructions. ”Why don't we buy two copies of 'Travels of the Penguin' and bring them back? One for you and one for you to read.”

”Are you prepared to send a fairy tale book to Young Master Yu?”

Yin Yijie looked at me like a baby and was very curious.

I frowned and didn't want to go, so I pointed at the book and said to him, ”People say that you have to keep a child's heart, and that, in fact, many fairy tales are written for adults to read. Say, do you think Young Master Yu would like it? ”

I think that when he walked over there by himself, he definitely liked it. Giving it to Yu Shuang Bing like that at least wouldn't cause such a mess. Why did he change in the blink of an eye?

Yin Yijie lowered his head to look at me, but he didn't move his feet. He grinded for a while before he led me over.

I don't understand how the great Director Yin could care so much about two fairy tale books.

But after reading the two books, I didn't want to go into such a profound problem.

One copy, 16.80 yuan, I want two copies.

Giving such a cheap gift to Young Master Yu, would he give me a beating or laugh at my guardian's stinginess?

He gave me fifty thousand dollars, and I gave him sixteen dollars and eight dollars, which wasn't even enough for the interest.

Turning his head, Yin Yijie was still deep in thought as his eyes stared at me from behind his sunglasses.

I really don't like his cool 007 look. Not long ago, he had just released the speed of ENZO on the street, and now he was showing this pose. Could it be that the male lead of that TV show was him?

Or was he going to shoot the next 007?

But I prefer the typical English genre, which even the hottest, Pierre Brosnan, can't match.

Because the latter is too commercial, or, to put it simply, pretentious, like the one in front of me.

Yin Yijie seemed to be unhappy again, because I tried to get away from him as I held the two books, or because my eyes showed a silent criticism of his style.

Actually, I know that this pose has already let the proportion of women on the fourth floor increase significantly, but, I do not like to be seen by others.

I don't want a lot of people looking at him holding my hand, not to mention a lot of people wanting to use their eyes to look at me.

The thing that he disliked the most was letting many people see how cool he was.

He was simply a monster, afraid that there weren't enough peach blossoms.

Yin Yijie lowered his head and kissed the corner of my temple as if nothing had happened, feeling much more balanced.

Monster, he knows what I look like.

However, when he lowered his head …

I stuffed the book into his arms, lifted my arm and took off his cool sunglasses. I stuffed them into his hands and continued...

I took his hand and made him lower, lower …

This man, everything else was fine, except that his eyelashes were long and dark and thick, and he was in love.

I didn't want to bother with him, but losing an eyelash on such a cool face was a disgrace to my image.

To show that I didn't mean to touch his face, I held my eyelashes in front of his eyes.

Yin Yijie's eyes that were full of joy turned dark for a second. He was annoyed.

He continued to put on his sunglasses, held his head high, and led me to the checkout.

When I went downstairs, I seemed to see …

I seemed to catch a glimpse of Lan Hua's shadow, coming from the side of the elevator.

Strange, does he come to the Book City often, or are we so lucky?

Furthermore, it was fated that he would be able to meet him on the fourth floor of the second floor.

However, it's fine if I see it, now that I think about it, in any case, anyway …

It's not the first time. He's not the one I care about.

Even if he went back to talk, it wouldn't be a big deal.

On the contrary, I didn't even dare to look at him or greet him.

My guardian never seemed to feel good when I came out to buy gifts for Jade Pot Ice today.

Outside, for the sake of decency, we went to two shopping malls in the center of the city, the kind with the least people, and selected a pair of sports watches for Yu Hu Bing.

Beautiful, but I remember Brian saying that domestic watches are too expensive.

Sitting in the car, I asked Yin Yijie idiotically, ”Why don't you buy it from abroad? It seems to be much more expensive. ”

Yin Yijie looked at me and found it funny. After a while, he said: ”This is Young Master Yu's shop.”

It was almost too late for us to go home from dinner.

Yin Yijie specially took me to eat a big meal in order to reward me for doing well in midterm exams. A nest of swallows, an abalone, a lobster, and a salt-and-pepper crab filled my throat and stomach with RMB.

I wonder how Yin Yijie will feel once he knows what I think.

But if I could lower my head and lie down beside him and pretend to be good, he would be in a much better mood.

It was a little hot today and I wanted to clean up when I got home.

After wandering around for half a day, it would be tiring if he didn't have enough skill. Look, even Yin Yijie went into the bedroom to clean up.

I'll pack up and read for a while.

Serenely and quietly set aside some water for me to bathe in.

”Everyone, come in …” ”Local Dang …”

My phone number?

What was that?

Everyone's home, and you let me go home.

My phone calls were also limited to contacting my family, with no third party interfering. Comfortable had already taken out the phone and gave it to me.

I took it and looked at it.

What did he want from me?