Wang Lang looked at the set of equipment in his hand and his head was getting bigger.

Santa's outfit.

The big red of shame.

Tong Yaru waited for Wang Lang to change his clothes, but there were so many people, Wang Lang was embarrassed to change it, so he stuffed everything into the car first.

Passers-by stopped and looked at Wang Lang and Tong Yaru, but more attention was on Tong Yaru, but who would have thought that this beautiful woman in the painting was already over forty years.

Because Wang Lang has been here for a while, he is wearing a regular dress. He is wearing a suit and Wang Lang has a well-proportioned figure. Although he is not so handsome that he is not bad at all. The most important thing is that Wang Lang looks like a civilian and has an involuntary temperament that makes people surrender.

Although Wang Lang has been suppressing this kind of thing, temperament exists in his bones and will always be revealed inadvertently.

With Tong Yaru in the eyes of many men who were envious and jealous, several men saw that they drove more than one class better than Wang Lang, and they didn't understand why they couldn't get such a beautiful woman.

Wang Lang twitched his nose, and his eyes glanced at Tong Yaru.

Tong Yaru's perfume smell on her body today is very small, and compared to before, it is equivalent to not, which surprised Wang Lang.

"I have prepared Christmas gifts for you too." Tong Yaru suddenly spoke. When she spoke, she took out a gift box from her small cross-body bag and handed it to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took it, weighed it, and found that it was quite heavy, "I didn't celebrate Western festivals well, and I didn't prepare a gift for you."

"You are here to accompany me to give me the best gift." Tong Yaru looked down at her knees.

Wang Lang suddenly didn't know how to take the conversation, so he put the gift box in place, and then took it apart and saw what it was.

The two of them didn't say anything anymore and were silent.

When it was almost here, Tong Yaru took a deep breath, "Nannan, I want to go to Yanyu Jiangnan for a walk. Can you accompany me?"

Wang Lang froze for a moment, turned to look at Tong Yaru, "Why do you think of going to Jiangnan?"

Tong Yaru looked at this city with bright lights and wine through the car window, "I have lived in this place since I was a child, and I have never traveled far away. I don't know what the world outside looks like. I heard that Jiangnan is a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, hazy mist and rain, and poetic and picturesque. I like that kind of quiet place, gray tiles and white walls, rivers, boats and bluestone roads winding and twisting."

Wang Lang smiled, "That's all the past, there are not many places like that now."

Tong Yaru leaned against the car window, "Why do you always hit the nail on the head when you see this world?"

"Because this world is already bloody and fuzzy." Wang Lang said casually.

Tong Yaru lowered the car window. The cold wind poured in desperately, slid on Tong Yaru's face, stirring Tong Yaru's hair to fly. Tong Yaru looked outside, wanting to breathe but unable to breathe, just like a fish from a dream world was caught and carried into the real world, opening her mouth to breathe but unable to breathe.

It was so cold that Wang Lang closed the window for fear of catching a cold.

Tong Yaru leaned against the window, decorated everywhere with beautiful decorations, and the atmosphere of festivals was also very strong. Tong Yaru looked at the men and women walking outside, "Why do you think of such a festive festival, and there are still people frowning."

"Don't you frowned too?" Wang Lang asked back.

Tong Yaru rubbed her eyebrows, "Is there any?"

Wang Lang nodded.

Tong Yaru rubbed her eyebrows, "You can't do this, you can easily grow wrinkles."

Wang Lang didn't say anything and looked outside.

It was already past 11:00 pm after arriving at the place.

Tong Yaru deliberately put it to the evening. Last time she said that she would let the children sleep before coming back, and did what she said.

After arriving at the place, only Lian Tianyu's wife Shang Xujuan was there. Although the children were impatient, they all fell asleep. After asking, they found out that Lian Tianyu had found a job for the night to show the venue to others, which was considered as subsidy for the family.

The corresponding list of the two gave each child their respective gifts next to the pillow.

Wang Lang glanced at it and found that all the gifts were genuine, and they were all brand-name goods, the best things.

The gifts from these dozen children combined are nearly one million.

This woman is only responsible for spending money without making money. I really don’t know how difficult it is to make money. Of course, for Dongxingshe, earning this level of money is just a drizzle.

Tong Yaru finally gave Shang Xujuan a set of cosmetics. Wang Lang was too lazy to estimate how many tens of thousands of yuan, and also prepared gifts for Lian Tianyu. It was a thing that Wang Lang had never seen before. I heard that it was for massage and was worn on the waist, which was useful for the waist disc.

After giving the gift in a whisper, Wang Lang and Tong Yaru went out together.

When he left the alley, he met Lian Tianyu who was going home to pick up things. Lian Tianyu invited the two into the house, but Wang Lang politely declined.

Lian Tianyu's face was exhausted, and looking at Wang Lang and Tong Yaru standing together, the envy in her eyes was self-evident.

Tong Yaru wanted to cover the road again.

Wang Lang gave the car to Liantianyu. When Liantianyu returned, he had to go to work to save money.

Even Tian Yu was a little confused for a moment. He really didn't understand the world of rich people. He could get a car worth tens of thousands of yuan when he said it, and there was no toy car like this.

Wang Lang brought the gift from Tong Yaru from the car. After obtaining consent, Wang Lang opened the gift box.

It's a lighter.

zippo.

There were traces on both sides of the lighter. Wang Lang found a place with light and looked at it. After seeing it clearly, his scalp became numb.

On one side of the carved is Wang Lang's cute appearance, while on the other side is Tong Yaru's cute appearance.

"Do you like it?" Tong Yaru asked with her eyes blinking.

"I like it." Wang Lang grinned.

"That day, I saw that your lighter couldn't be fired, so I'll give you one." Tong Yaru smiled, her smile intoxicatingly.

Wang Lang stuffed the lighter into his pocket and said thank you.

It took a lot of effort to light the lighter, and it can be seen that Tong Yaru is very concerned.

The two walked along the road.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Lang was one step ahead of Tong Yaru.

"Wang Haonan!"

A sound suddenly came from behind.

Wang Lang, who was considering something else in his heart, came back to his senses and turned to look at Tong Yaru who was smiling behind him.

Tong Yaru stretched out a tender white hand, "Can you pull me away?"

"Are your hands cold?" Wang Lang asked.

Tong Yaru nodded, "It's a little cold."

Wang Lang looked around and pulled Tong Yaru's wrist to a chair on the side of the road. Wang Lang sat on the chair and felt it was almost done. He grabbed Tong Yaru's hand and placed it under his butt.

"I'll cover you for a while, and it will get hot after a while. Is the other hand cold? I'll cover you if it comes."

Puff!

Tong Yaru couldn't help laughing immediately.

Looking at Wang Lang with serious faces, Tong Yaru raised her face, "Do you know? You give people a strange feeling."

"What's strange?" Wang Lang said curiously.

Tong Yaru thought seriously for a moment and organized the language, "Like a hero who spreads light in hell, there is a determination that if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell."

"That's not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. So, you're listening carefully?" Wang Lang joked.

Puff.

Tong Yaru smiled again, "I'll think about it again, change to a metaphor."

After thinking seriously for a moment, Tong Yaru said seriously, "Like an angel with demonic wings."
Chapter completed!