Si Zhe nodded and scratched his head again.

"This is my first birthday gift to a girl. I have no experience in giving it to a girl. I asked my aunt and she said that girls like clothes, bags and jewelry. I thought my sister had more space on her neck, so I made you a necklace.

"

Nan Song lowered his eyes and sharply saw the wound on his finger. Even without a band-aid, he could still see that the skin was broken and there were a lot of blood marks.

She is a jade carving master and knows best where such wounds come from.

Si Zhe calmly put his hands behind his back, "It's the first time I'm doing it, so I'm not very good at it. I'll get better in the future."

Nan Song looked at Si Zhe with clear eyes, not knowing what to say.

In fact, she never lacks jewelry.

Just the jewelry necklace left by her mother, she could wear it in different styles every day for a year, not to mention the gifts from major brands, fathers and brothers. It was more than enough to open a jewelry store.

It's not that she doesn't want to wear them, it's just that those gold-rich jewelry are too heavy and cumbersome to wear around her neck. She only occasionally wears them to show off when attending important occasions.

At this age, this was the first time she received a necklace made by a boy.

Thinking about it, you know how difficult it is for such a pair of thick and slender hands to make such a small thing.

The more he downplayed it, the more Nan Song felt the weight on his palms.

The feeling in my heart is weird.

Just as a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind, Ding Mingyang wiped his hands and snored on the back of Si Zhe's head, "This kid is filial. Last time I celebrated my birthday, he gave me a kitchen knife, a high-end custom-made one."

Woolen cloth."

Si Zhe pursed his lips and disliked his master from the bottom of his heart: What are you doing wrong at this time?

It must be said that Ding Mingyang's words dispelled many of Nan Song's worries.

She said in a solemn and serious tone: "I know you are sensible and want to please me, but you are a professional basketball player and a chef. How important your hands are. Needless to say, why do you do this?

What about the injury?"

When Si Zhe saw Nan Song's serious face, his heart suddenly trembled. It was either fear or awe, but he simply didn't want to make her unhappy.

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but I didn't want to contradict him, so my handsome face turned red instantly.

A pair of clear deer eyes, glowing with water, looked at her eagerly.

No matter how hard your heart is, you can't bear such a look.

Nan Song's cold face only lasted for five seconds before he couldn't hold back any longer, and his tone couldn't help but soften a little, "Okay, I'll accept the gift. It's just this once, it won't happen next time."

After her sister gave her the steps, Si Zhe walked down the steps without thinking. He smiled happily and nodded heavily, "Yeah!"

"What a kid..." Nan Song couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his head, but couldn't reach it.

Si Zhe was slightly startled, followed her movements and bent down, lowering his head.

The scene is particularly like a giraffe suddenly lowering its head...

Nan Song laughed and retracted his outstretched hand to help him up, "Okay, time is running out, I have to cook quickly."

Si Zhe expressed his displeasure when his sister didn't touch his head.

But the days are long.

He quickly comforted himself and walked over with Nan Song, "Sister, let me help you!"

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Chapter completed!