A tender CEO who loves his wife alone

Chapter 72: Not for sale Song Yiheng smiled. He walked into Ye Zi, reached out from behind her and took the piece of paper, then took her hand and said, "Let's go."

"Hey, hello, why did you leave like this? The old man said that things are not for sale, so you..."

"Things are not for sale. If you want them, just take them."

Song Yiheng stopped, looked at Ye Zi's anxious look and laughed, every time he was with her, he couldn't help but want to tease him, couldn't help laughing.

"Huh?" Ye Zi stared at him with wide eyes. "Why?"

"I was just like you when I first came here, silly."

At that time, he broke into this place by accident, and like Ye Zi, he walked around all the stalls like a curious baby.But every time he picked up something and asked the price, everyone gave the same answer.

"These things are not for sale."

Do not sell?If you don't sell it, what are you going to do with it?

Later, when he saw someone just took something and left, he foolishly stepped forward to stop them, "Hey, why are you taking other people's things casually? Put them back."

"Is this your first time here?" The man smiled instead of anger, looking at Song Yiheng and said.

"This is my first time here, why?" Song Yiheng frowned, he didn't like the man's smile, it felt like he was mocking his ignorance.

"No wonder." He signaled Song Yiheng to let go of his hand, and then continued, "The things here are not for sale, but for 'destined people'."

"The so-called 'destined people' are those who appreciate it and take a fancy to it."

"Every stall here has the same things, and there is only one thing, every day. Those who need it, just take it away."

"Oh, by the way, everything has its unique meaning, use it well and don't waste it."

After the man patiently explained, he ran towards the girl standing not far away, "You have fun, I'm leaving."

After hearing what Song Yiheng said, Ye Zi became even more curious about this place, "Is there such a strange thing?"

Song Yiheng smiled without saying a word, and pulled her into the depths of the maple forest.

"Didn't it mean that everything has a different meaning? Then what is this white paper used for?" Ye Zi turned his head and asked Song Yiheng. He just turned to look at her, and she turned her eyes away in embarrassment.

"Wishing."

"Make a wish?" Aren't ordinary wishes made with red paper?Why use white paper here?

"I lied to you." Song Yiheng laughed suddenly, and Ye Zi glared at him. "Song Yiheng!"

"This piece of paper is so big, what do you want to do. In fact, I don't know what it is used for. You just need to make use of it yourself."

"Then if I write on it, 'Song Yiheng is a big idiot', will you become an idiot?" Ye Zi smiled slyly, making gestures to write on it, but there was no pen in hand.

"What do you think?" Song Yiheng raised his eyebrows, pushed Ye Zi against the tree trunk, and said to her charmingly.

"I'm joking." Ye Zi hurriedly turned his face away and pushed Song Yiheng. "Without a pen, how can I write? It's a rare one, so I don't want to waste it."

Song Yiheng squatted down, moved his hand ten centimeters away from Ye Zi's feet, stood up again, and opened his palm, and the pen that had been slapping the size of his hand seemed to be lying in his palm.

"What do you want to write?"

Ye Zi snatched the pen from his palm, fearing that he would take it back again, so she immediately walked away.

"I don't tell you, you are not allowed to peek."

Not long after, she came back, and the white paper in her hand was gone.She stepped forward and handed the pen back to him, then said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go shopping again."

Song Yiheng put the pen back to its original position, looked up and saw Ye Zi with a slight smile, at that moment he really wanted to know what she would write on it.