Cen Nuo's big hand was held by Xiang Yu's small hand. Xiang Yu's hand was not only very warm but also soft, and felt good to the touch.
But Cen Nuo didn't feel nostalgic for Xiang Yu's warm hand, and was about to take out the hand held by Xiang Yu.
"Why, the seventh prince has the courage to kiss your little wife but not the courage to hold your little wife's hand?" Xiangyu immediately realized what Cen Nuo would do next, and exposed Cen Nuo directly and unceremoniously.
Hearing this, Cen Nuo glanced at Xiang Yu: "Miss Xiang only wants me to favor you, but are you still afraid of being kissed by me?"
"Of course your little wife is not afraid." Xiang Yu looked back at Cen Nuo, winked, and smiled mischievously: "But you have to pay a price."
"And your little darling wife is angry that you took advantage of your little darling wife without asking your little darling wife's opinion." After speaking, Xiangyu let go of Cen Nuo's hand and asked Shusi Go.
Xiang Yu suddenly pulled out his hand, and Cen Nuo felt as if something very precious had slipped out of his palm. He opened his hand to hold Xiang Yu's jade finger and stopped.
The boss stroked his long white beard, squinted at the books piled several feet high in front of him, and looked sad.
This lady couldn’t have run away somewhere and wiped her tears secretly. This husband was so irresponsible that he actually hurt his wife’s heart again and again. If I met this lady’s husband again, I would He must teach his husband a lesson.
Just when the boss was thinking this, he saw the lady walking into the bookstore.
Xiang Yu looked at the stack of books that was a little high: "Boss, are these all the pharmacology books?"
The boss's eyes were always on Cen Nuo who was standing outside the bookstore and nodded: "Why don't your husband come in and help you get it?"
Xiang Yu looked at Cen Nuo, who was standing outside the door as straight as a pine tree, and sighed, his tone full of distress: "My husband is weak."
The boss stroked his beard and looked at Cen Nuo's close-fitting clothes. After all, he has lived for more than sixty years. How could he not see that the lady's husband had a lean body that looked thin when dressed and stripped off? . This husband is not weak, he is clearly unwilling.
Xiang Yu sighed: "Boss, can you collect drawing books here?"
The boss retracted his gaze and looked at Xiang Yu doubtfully.
Xiang Yu immediately explained: "My husband's family spent too much money to treat him, and the family was in a state of decline. But seeing that my husband still needs money for his treatment, although I can't do hard work, I still studied for a few years. , so I plan to write some drawings and notebooks to earn some money to support my husband."
After speaking, Xiang Yu took out the handkerchief a few times in response to the situation, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
When the boss heard this, he looked at the lovable lady in front of him who always thought about her husband and nodded: "As long as it is written by the lady, I will accept it all."
Xiang Yu didn't expect how generous the boss was, so he took off his handkerchief, showed a sweet smile and said thank you seriously: "Thank you, boss."
After Xiang Yu finished speaking, he took out the silver coins from his purse, looked at the silver coins in his hand with great reluctance for a while, then turned to look at Cen Nuo who was standing outside the door, gritted his teeth and put the silver coins on the counter. .
The boss felt heartbroken when he saw how Xiang Yu looked after her husband. This lady was brought home to love her, not to work.
The boss showed a loving smile to Xiang Yu, and then pointed to Cen Nuo who was standing not far away with a serious face: "The young man in red outside the door, come here."
(End of chapter)