Mr. Gu, your character is broken

Chapter 1133 Not Very Good at Chatting

"I can't—I won't... I just bought it for fun—"

Su Mingxi was a little embarrassed. It was true that she bought this sewing box when she was shopping, but it was just for fun.

This sewing box is a chubby pig-shaped box made of bamboo, with colorful colors, which has a very ethnic flavor.

When she bought it, it was also equipped with balls of various colors, which looked cute and warm, so she bought it on the spur of the moment.It's just that she doesn't know anything about needlework, whether it's past life or this life.

Han Huang smiled and said, "Shall I teach you?"

"You can?"

Su Mingxi was very surprised, seeing Han Huang's expression didn't look like he thought it was fun, but the kind that was really skilled.

"Isn't it just a needle?"

Han Huang said with a smile: "I don't know how to cut. After seeing the drawings printed on the Internet, after cutting, let's sew on—"

"You know how to sew clothes?" Su Mingxi thought it was very fresh. Han Huang was the dark blade of the mercenary group. People who came out of the bloody fire came to do needlework, which really opened her eyes.

Han Huang skillfully threaded the needle and thread, smiled and said: "If you sew too much, it will be—"

"Do you often sew clothes?" Su Mingxi was even more surprised.

"I usually carry a needle with me on missions—"

Han Huang smiled lightly: "Sometimes the wound is too big, so you need to sew it up."

Su Mingxi: "..."

"Sister Han... At that time... didn't you feel pain?" Su Mingxi shuddered in horror, and couldn't help asking about Han Huang's past.

Originally, she knew that Han Huang never wanted to mention her own past, and Su Mingxi never dared to ask... But seeing that Han Huang spoke calmly, she couldn't help but blurt out a question.

"It hurts—"

Han Huang didn't seem to resist talking about this topic, and smiled and said: "When the pain is too much, it becomes numb—in fact, I feel very at ease when it hurts, it's better than not feeling the pain anymore—"

Su Mingxi's eye sockets became a little hot all of a sudden, and he lowered his head to cover up the various colored cotton fabrics brought by Han Huang.

Han Huang's words made her feel distressed, but she also knew that Han Huang must hate other people's inexplicable sympathy, and she didn't know what to say to Han Huang for a while.

"How about this piece?"

Han Huang picked up a kind of fabric with a smile and smiled at Su Mingxi: "Do you think the little cake on this fabric pattern is cute?"

"You seem to like cakes very much—" Su Mingxi also changed the subject, and said with a smile: "The cakes you make are also delicious, you are a pastry master soon!"

It's rare that Han Huang is willing to talk, and Su Mingxi is also willing to chat with her relaxedly.

"Um--"

Han Huang smiled, reached out to touch the cute cake pattern on the fabric and said: "I was not an orphan before I was four years old, and my mother was there--I wanted to eat cakes, so my mother went to buy them for me, and then died in a car accident... Later I ended up in an orphanage, and was later picked up and sent to country T for training—”

Speaking of which, Han Huang smiled again and said, "Now I know how to make it myself—whenever I see her, just tell her that I don't need to buy cakes, the ones I make are even more delicious than the ones I bought!"

"Sister Han..."

Su Mingxi held onto Han Huang's hand tightly, tears couldn't help rolling down, he choked up and said, "Then your mother must be very happy to eat the cake you made—"

"Hee Hee—"

When Han Huang raised his eyes and saw Su Mingxi was crying, he realized that he was fascinated for a while, and told Su Mingxi what he didn't want to say in the bottom of his heart, so he said it, and it made Su Mingxi cry.

"I heard that crying during pregnancy is bad for your eyes—look at me, I'm not very good at chatting—" Han Huang said apologetically while handing Su Mingxi a tissue.

(End of this chapter)