sweater?

Ji Mushen lowered his eyes and looked at the loose rag-like "sweater" in her hand, his eyes were stunned and suddenly lit up a little.

She just locked herself in the guest room for a long time and didn't come out. She was just knitting this thing?

Immediately afterwards, a look of insignificant joy flashed across his cold face.

The next second, he reached out his big hand and took the sweater in her hand.

Although the sweater is loose, the touch when held in the hands is soft and comfortable.

Ji Mushen curled his thin lips and lowered his eyes to look at the sweater she had worked hard to knit for a long time. What he saw were crooked lines, crooked collars, and sleeves of varying lengths.

The joy that had just passed by the man's face disappeared in an instant.

He frowned and looked down at the extremely "low-quality" sweater in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became deeper.

He had never seen such a rough dress, and even felt that even the rags used by the servants in his house were much more delicate than the sweater he had on his hand.

Thinking of this, his face immediately became darker, and then he looked at the person in front of him with a little dissatisfaction, and a feeling of dissatisfaction suddenly surged in his heart!

"Zhao Wanyi, are you just perfunctory to me with such things?"

This sweater is nothing compared to the scarf she gave to the three brothers of the Zhao family.

What she gave Zhao Muze and the others was a finely woven scarf, but she gave him a sweater that was even more trash than a rag?

Looking at the man's disgusting look and starting to feel dissatisfied with her partiality, Zhao Wanyi was also embarrassed, but she really had nothing to make a case.

"This is my first time knitting a sweater, and it's really a bit short of it."

"But... I knitted this sweater for a few days, and it took several times more time than the scarf I gave to my elder brother and the other three." She curled her lips, and felt a little aggrieved when she said this.

If she hadn't been to soothe his mood, she wouldn't have been so tired today, just to knit this sweater.

But it is also true that this sweater looks unsatisfactory.

After she finished speaking, Ji Mushen pursed his lips and suddenly became silent.

When she heard her say that it took several times more time to knit this sweater than to knitting a scarf, there was a hint of surprise on the man's cold face.

How many times more thoughts did she put on him than what she spent on the three Zhao Muze brothers?

In other words, he is more important than Zhao Muze?

Thinking of this, the man suddenly felt much more happy and he felt happy.

Even the beggar-style sweater in my hand became much more pleasing.

Zhao Wanyi did not notice Ji Mushen's little thoughts hidden under his cold face. She only thought that he really didn't like this sweater, so she suggested to him softly.

"But if you don't want it, then give it back to me. I'll give it to my brother and I'll give it to you for knitting a piece." As he said that, he reached out to get the sweater in his hand.

Although this sweater is ugly, my elder brother will definitely like it very much.

Before Zhao Wanyi's hand touched the sweater on Ji Mushen's hand, he raised his hand and raised the sweater a little.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and Zhao Wanyi was only 1.6 meters tall, so he could not reach it at all.

Just when she was speechless, the man's low voice rang.

"I didn't say no."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyi looked at him in surprise.

"Don't you think it's ugly?"

She thought he would throw away such an ugly thing just now.

The man glanced down at her, then curled his thin lips slightly and said.

"Although it's a bit ugly, I can barely be used as a rag."

There was a bit of joke in my eyes.

When it's a rag?

When Zhao Wanyi heard that he wanted to use the sweater she had worked hard to knit as a rag, she was in a bad mood and said anxiously.

"Ah...what a pity, this wool thread is so expensive, why don't you give it back to me."

Although the wool thread was bought by Xia Xuan'er, it also cost a lot of money. She felt sorry for using such a good thing as a rag.

Besides, such a large sweater will be very heavy after absorbing water, and it is not suitable to use it as a rag.

As he said that, Zhao Wanyi wanted to continue to reach the sweater that was raised by him. This time, the man raised his hand and grabbed it.

Zhao Wanyi gasped in pain in her hands.

"Ah, it hurts..."

The sound of her pain sounded, and the man's face, which was a little joking, instantly became serious.

He frowned and looked at her beautiful white hand.

"What's going on?" A little nervous voice was in his low voice.

"It's knitted with sweaters." Zhao Wanyi skimmed her lips and took her hands back from his hands, with a little aggrieved expression on her face.

In order to coax him, she worked hard to knit a sweater for so long, but in the end she would be disliked by him.

Her Mrs. Ji is too difficult to do.

After hearing what she said, Ji Mushen's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly became complicated, looking at her well-maintained, fair and soft hands.

A sudden feeling of distress suddenly arose in my heart!

She is different from him. She has been the daughter of the Zhao family since she was a child. She has never suffered or been tired. Now she has made her hands like this in order to knit a sweater for him.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her aggrieved face for a moment, and instantly felt heartbroken again.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly bent down and hugged the aggrieved little woman in front of him.

Zhao Wanyi was shocked. When she realized her reaction, she had already fallen into his calm and down-to-earth arms.

She was slightly stunned and looked up at the man in a little surprised.

Ji Mushen pursed his thin lips, hugged her with a serious expression and turned back to the bedroom.

I came to the bed all the way before leaning over and putting her down.

Zhao Wanyi sat by the bed, and was a little confused for a moment.

She just hurts her hands and her feet are not injured...

After Ji Mushen put her down, he put the sweater in his hand aside, then raised his hand and picked up the phone at the head of the bed, and pressed the number of the servant room on the first floor of the villa.

"What are you going to do..." Seeing this, Zhao Wanyi asked him in confusion.

"Call the doctor." Ji Mushen said with a serious expression.

"No need, I'm not injured, I'll just take a night off." Zhao Wanyi explained hurriedly.

She just caused soreness because she used her hands too much, so it would be too exaggerated to call the doctor.

Besides, it is already early morning, and it is not good to wake up the doctor.

"Are you sure?" Ji Mushen frowned, but looked at her with concern.

The girl who can cry with a little pain, she is sure that she doesn't need to call a doctor.

"Yes." Zhao Wanyi nodded gently, then smiled on her face, and then said jokingly.
Chapter completed!