Bling glanced at her speechlessly. This brain of hers really needs iron and something like that to function properly.
"Go to the department store downstairs, I'm out of face cream, I need to buy some." Actually, she had two completely unopened ones.
Wu Yuanyuan had no doubt whatsoever
"I'll give you a ride!"
Bu Ling sat in the back seat, her arm around Wu Yuanyuan's waist, and the two walked towards the department store.
Behind them, Tie and the truck carrying mulberries followed at a distance.
When they arrived at the state-run restaurant, while Wu Yuanyuan was locking the car, Bu Ling glanced back and only felt relieved when she saw the two of them.
Bu Ling, arm in arm with Wu Yuanyuan, strolled slowly through the department store. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Tie and the two of them.
"Sister Yuanyuan, it's Tiehe, Big Brother, and Sangs!"
Wu Yuanyuan looked up and, sure enough, saw two familiar figures strolling around with serious expressions.
"Let's go say hello!" Without waiting for a reply, Bu Ling grabbed Wu Yuanyuan and quickly caught up with the two of them.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Tiehe clenched his fists nervously, let out a slight breath, and turned around.
"Little Bu? Yuanyuan? You're here too, what a coincidence!"
Wu Yuanyuan was completely oblivious to Tie He's unease.
"Oh, what a coincidence, you're here to shop at the department store too?"
"Um, I want to buy something for my mom. Yuanyuan, can you give me some suggestions?" Tiehe asked expectantly.
Wu Yuanyuan was very helpful: "Sure, what do you want to buy?"
"I...I don't know either, I'm just browsing around."
"Let's browse around and see if there's anything suitable." Wu Yuanyuan didn't notice that Buling and Sangs had fallen far behind.
She followed Tiehe as they carefully browsed the first floor of the department store. Whenever they saw something suitable, they would go up with Tiehe to take a look, either asking about the price or checking the workmanship.
Sangshen glanced at the little dark-skinned girl beside her, who was craning her neck and trying to eavesdrop, and felt both amused and exasperated.
So that big, dumb guy's target was someone else. That puts his mind at ease.
But why is Little Black Girl so concerned about other people's affairs, yet doesn't she care about her own?
Aren't you afraid he'll run away?
No, he needs to give a hint.
"Buling, how old are you this year?"
"Sixteen, what's wrong?" Buling was completely focused on what was ahead and didn't notice the stiff expression on Sangshen's face after hearing her reply.
"N-nothing!" Sangs stammered.
He never expected that the little black girl was only sixteen.
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