Cutting Wood Is Like Gambling Stones

Seeing that someone was so attentive, Feng Qing did not say anything. Anyway, Xing Yue was the President's adopted son and was definitely rich. It would be a waste if she rejected his kindness. Therefore, every time she took a look at the spices and oil, everything on the booth would be bought by Xing Yue without hesitation.

Until the last booth, Feng Qing turned around and looked at him. "Brother Xing Yue, are you buying something for me?" When she said this, her expression was confused and innocent, as if everything Xing Yue had done just now had nothing to do with her.

Xing Yue smiled and said, "That's right. I'll get someone to send you the things I bought just now." He didn't care about Feng Qing's attitude at all. Feng Qing calling him "Brother" made his heart fly. Not to mention buying this little thing, he could even buy the things on the ninth floor.

Feng Qing looked puzzled. "Brother Xing Yue, why did you give me these things?"