Chapter 73: gift

Yan Xue didn't want to take care of Li Yubing, but she couldn't beat him. He walked slowly around her, silent, but there was a sense of super strong.
Out of the gymnasium, Qi Xue went to the bicycle area. Li Yubing stepped behind her and suddenly said: "It is the club's request."
棠雪顿住 foot, turned his face and looked at him, "What the hell?"
Li Yubing: "The club asked me to sign the fans."

I’m screaming,
he said,
I’m going to shut me down.

Li Yubing looked at the broken, holding the corner of her mouth behind her and said, "You can be a show when I am."
Yan Xue was particularly unbearable for him. "Who hasn't had a few fans this year, what are you doing?"
Finding her own bicycle, she put the bag into the basket and was about to unlock it. Li Yubing buckled her wrist. The apex of the snow trembled with his movement.
She closed her hand, but Li Yubing held it tighter and said, "You come with me."
"Why?"
"come."
Yan Xue was inexplicably pulled away by him and pulled under the street lights of the square.
Then Li Yubing took something out of her pocket and handed it to her.
Looking at the snow, the overall shape of the thing is round, wrapped in colored gift paper, and finally closed, the packaging is similar to the Christmas apple, just not as big as Apple.
She did not know why, she asked: "Is this sugar?"
"No."
"chocolate?"
"No."
"Song flower egg?"
"No..."
Li Yubing did not dare to let her guess. She pulled her hand and stuffed the gift into her hand. She explained: "I packed up a few days ago and found that the souvenir brought back from Poland has not been finished. One."
Snow and snow, began to open the gift. She only used souvenirs as badges, small toys, etc., and when she took a look at it with interest, she caught it.
It is an amber rough stone, smaller than the egg, and it feels warm. The amber color is pure, translucent yellowish brown, and the shape is a less standard heart shape.
When the snow looked at the amber, the heart thumped and fluttered. She didn't dare to be embarrassed by Li Yubing, so the pinched the edge of the amber and watched it carefully. Amber contains some tiny plant debris, and the steps and shape of the crumbs retain the appearance of being initially soaked in liquid, with a light flowing feel. The snow touches the amber against the light, and the debris shows a light golden glow in the optical effect; she pinches the angle of amber, and the golden light changes with it. For a time, there are countless golden small petals. In the flurry, it’s just pretty.
"It's so beautiful..." Yan Xue couldn't help but admire.
Li Yubing took the corner of his mouth and said, "You like it."
cough.
Quite a common saying, Yan Xue listened to the inexplicable heart, she was steady and steady, and asked: "This, very expensive?"
Li Yubing shook his head. "Not expensive, all the streets in Poland are selling amber."
"...Really?" Snow didn't believe it.

Well,
Li Wenbing nodded.
The locals are driving excavators to dig amber.

棠 snow lifted his foot to kick him, "Li Yanbing! Are you mentally retarded when I am?"
Li Yubing laughed and avoided. When Yu Xue retracted his foot, he scraped it back and whispered to her side, "Isn't it angry?"
Not angry, not only not angry, she also wants to jump up and give him a sigh.
"No, no, it’s too good for nothing..." Yu Xue shook his head and said to himself.

In the evening, Li Wenbing returned to the dormitory, boarded his Weibo size, dropped the message, and forwarded an advertisement arranged by the club. After finishing this, he cut the trumpet.
There are 21 fans in his Weibo trumpet, 20 of which are zombie powder sent by the system. Only one living person is Jiang Shijia. Jiang Shijia once said, "I am the only man in the world who knows the ice brother trumpet, rounding off, I am the only man of Binger."
Since being the only man of Bing Ge, Jiang Shijia's eyes on Li Yubing are not quite right. There is always a trace of fear in his admiration. There is a sympathy in his fear, and there is a little concern in his sympathy.
Because the ice brother is completely a love brain in the microblogging trumpet, can't bear to look straight, and id also has a girl style.
- Rock sugar stewed Sydney!
The name of the product, the product, is this a big man?
The name he spoke for a long time, and did not dare to tell others.
......
At this moment, Li Yubing boarded the trumpet and sent a text recording the mood.
Iced sugar stewed Sydney: You are jealous, I have sugar.
When Jiang Shijia brushed this microblog, his roots were so bad that he despised the ice brother and praised the ice brother with his doglegs.
I am really a good point, he thought.
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