"Are you asking me about your outfit?" Sang Yu really didn't react at first, but Yu Feiwan actually discussed this with her.

"Yes." Yu Feiwan raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Yu, you are so handsome!" Sang Yu gave a thumbs up: "Is this the gift you chose? I'll buy it for you!"

Yu Feiwan looked disgusted: "Who said I wanted this?"

"Ah? Isn't this the gift you chose?"

"This is what I wear when I go shopping. Don't you think it's weird that I'm wearing a suit and going shopping with you?"

"That's true!" Sang Yu reacted: "Aren't you going to pick out gifts here?"

"These are not gifts, I want something special." Yu Feiwan said, "It doesn't matter the price."

Sang Yu asked: "Are you saving money for me?"

"Aren't you happy?"

Sang Yu was stunned and couldn't help but laugh: "I'm glad, I'm glad!"

But Sang Yu felt that Yu Feiwan probably didn't lie either.

Luxury goods are his daily necessities. He looks at them and uses them every day. In his eyes, they are nothing special and he is probably tired of them.

"Okay, let's go out and buy it."

Yu Feiwan's outfit gave Sang Yu a sense of familiarity as a male college student, but his temperament was different from that of a college student with clear and silly eyes. He was more casual and comfortable.

Because college students are young, they make a fuss when encountering any problems.

Yu Feiwan has encountered many storms and waves. He can handle things that others think are ruinous, and he can handle them more calmly.

This is the difference between young and mature.

Although the core is different, the appearance is so young.

Sang Yu walked with him, feeling so proud.

"Mr. Yu, did you dress like this when you were in college?"

"Why do you ask?" Yu Feiwan drove to another local market, which was not a high-consumption place, had more people, and had more fireworks.

"If you were dressed like this in college, how many people would you be able to charm? Now I believe what Su Nian said. Many people really like you." Sang Yu looked at him with admiration.

"College...I don't really remember."

Yu Feiwan suffered from depression when he was in college.

At that time, he confessed to Yu Shu that it was not his fault that what happened to his sister was the nanny's son, but Yu Shu didn't think so and thought he was evading responsibility. Even if it was the nanny's son who did it, he still failed to fulfill his responsibility as an older brother to protect his sister. .

He is at fault, he is a sinner!

He was very young at the time and had been living in this nightmare and couldn't get out of it. He originally saw a little hope, but Yu Shu completely denied it. He couldn't accept it and lived in hell.

I was depressed for a while.

Then he met Gu Jue. Due to his more outgoing personality, Jue more or less gave him a hand.

"It's only been a few years, why don't I remember it?"

Yu Feiwan pursed his lips and said, "I was not having a good time at that time, and my memory is all gray, so I don't remember much."

Sang Yu realized that she had asked the wrong question, but she didn't know that Yu Feiwan still had dark moments, "Gu Jue helped you then, right?"

"Ah."

"It's pretty good." Sang Yu said, "Are you okay now?"

"It's fine now." Yu Feiwan said.

Sang Yu didn't continue the conversation, mainly because she was so bored that she accidentally mentioned Yu Feiwan's sadness.

It must be because of his sister.

Even if she knew, she couldn't tell her. Yu Feiwan told her this when she was drunk. She was afraid that Yu Feiwan wouldn't be able to accept it.

Fortunately, we arrived at our destination soon.

Today is also a market day in the local area. The people are more lively than expected. Flowers, ice cream, hot dogs, and many weird things are sold on the road. The atmosphere of life is very strong. Compared with the VIP one-stop service, Sangyu in these places is more Familiar, it's her home court now.

Sang Yu held a fox hairband and put it on her head: "Does it look good?"

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