Madam, president loves you secrectly

Because of the arrival of Mu Yuchu and Zhou danruo, Wen Ruyi went to the supermarket early in the morning to pick up a lot of dishes and planned to make a full table.

So they haven't eaten until this point. When Wen Ruyi mentioned this, song Manxi immediately drew a paper towel and handed it to Zhou danruo.

"Dan Ruo, listen to my mother. We'll discuss these problems after dinner."

"Yes, Manxi is right. It's the biggest thing to eat. What do you think will wait until we eat." Mu Yuchu said that Zhou danruo is unlikely to continue to pull others and let others listen to her tell about her pain. He can only take the paper towel song Manxi gave her and wipe it at will.

Nodded heavily and agreed, like a good child: "well, good."

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After several people had dinner, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon. There would be occasional snow outside these days, but when they got up early every morning, basically someone would be cleaning the road.

Therefore, the traffic is not congested. Wen Ruyi knows that the two children here have their own concerns, especially the child named Zhou danruo.

Young, but full of melancholy, people can't see that she should be cheerful at her age.

Finally, Wen Ruyi offered to take the three of them to longxia mall. She wanted to buy some clothes for song Manxi and, if appropriate, for the two children.

"But mom, my customized clothes just got home the other day. I don't have to buy so many clothes. Just enough to wear."

The speaker is careless and the listener is often intentional.

The word "customization" was painfully pricked in Zhou danruo's fragile heart, but she didn't dare to show it, and had to pretend as if nothing had happened.

"Your child, can't your mother take you to buy it? Your two friends come home, and I also want to give them some gifts."

"Yes, yes, my aunt bought it for me. I'm sure I like it."

Mu Yuchu readily accepted, although she was not short of clothes.

On the contrary, Zhou danruo, with a shallow smile on his face, did not make any more remarks. In fact, sensitive people always take other people's kindness as a tool for themselves, even if Wen Ruyi and song Manxi don't have it, but she thinks so.

"I see that Yuchu's character is very different from my family's Manxi. We Manxi are not as lively as you. Your aunt likes your character." she found her bag, carried it on her back and took a bunch of car keys.

Wen Ruyi can drive, but she used to go to work with song's father. She rarely drives by herself.

"Let's go at the beginning of the language. Dan Ruo is the same. Let's go shopping and relax first. When your mood is stable, my aunt wants to talk to you alone, OK?" she went to the fantasy place, changed her high heels and turned back to Zhou danruo.

"OK," she replied in a low voice.

Wen Ruyi likes these children better. Although her life is not satisfactory, she has a good temperament.

"That's OK. You all put on your clothes. It's cold outside. My aunt goes to the garage to drive out the car. Manxi, you're not in good health. You wear more clothes yourself."

"I see, mom."

Wen Ruyi went to his garage to get the car, while song Manxi hurried to his room on the second floor. He ran out wearing a heavy cotton padded jacket and held it on the fence on the second floor.

Shout to Mu Yuchu and Zhou danruo in the downstairs hall.