Tang Xinrou spread her hands. “Skincare products.”
These skincare products consisted of moisturizer, day cream, night cream, eye cream, and neck cream. There were also facial masks. And the facial masks consisted of cleansing masks, hydrating masks, emergency treatment masks, and whitening masks. Of course, facial cleansers were indispensable, as well as cosmetics including foundation and coloring products; there was a huge pile of them.
The suitcase was almost filled to the brim. How could it not be heavy?
Liu Wu’s vision turned dark. “…”
Women were really scary.
“Let me do it.”
Song Yaoyao closed her book with a clap. She swept it into Tang Xinrou’s arms and took the suitcase from Liu Wu’s hands.
Liu Wu hurriedly stopped her. “No, no, Miss Song, let me…uh…”
He saw the petite girl, who looked like a doll, carrying the heavy iron-like suitcase with one hand. She easily lifted it and threw it into the trunk.
The corner of Liu Wu’s mouth twitched. Seeing that Song Yaoyao was carrying something else, he did not believe it and reached out to pull the suitcase.
It was still very heavy.
So, it was not his imagination.
It was him. He was too weak…
Tang Xinrou could not bear to let Song Yaoyao work hard, so she quickly went to help.
A big hand blocked Song Yaoyao’s movements. She looked up and met the boy’s cold eyes.
Shen Xun smirked. “Big Bro, are you looking down on me? With me here, why do you need to do this kind of work, huh?”
He gently pushed Song Yaoyao away and carried the suitcase to the trunk.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, full of the strength and tension of a man.
“Those two over there.” Shen Xun stood behind the van and narrowed his eyes. “When did you go to Thailand and change your gender?”
Only girls could enjoy the privilege of doing nothing. What were those two boys doing standing over there?
Han Jun touched his nose and hurried over. As he walked, he said, “I’m creating an opportunity for you, Brother Xun, to show off your masculinity.”
“Idiot! is that how you should phrase it?” Shen Xun raised his foot and kicked him.
Han Jun jumped away with a smile.
Compared to the two of them, An Feiran was much quieter and calmer. He just quietly walked to the side and prepared to carry the luggage.
Seeing this, Tang Xinrou curled her lips and pushed a small suitcase to him. “Here, carry this for me. Be careful, don’t scratch it!”
“Oh, okay.”
An Feiran obediently picked up the small suitcase.
Shen Xun had just finished carrying a few heavy suitcases. He shook his arm and turned his head to look at An Feiran. He sneered. “An Feiran, haven’t you eaten?”
An Feiran glanced at him slowly and didn’t say a word.
Tang Xinrou was unhappy. “Shen Xun, do you like An Feiran? Otherwise, why are you targeting him every day? is he the only one in your eyes?”
“F*ck!”
Shen Xun was disgusted. “I have a normal sexual orientation. If you dare to slander me again, I’ll beat you up!”
“Hic, hic, hic, I’m so scared!”
Tang Xinrou made a face at him and pulled Song Yaoyao into the van with a smile. She turned her head and said, “An Feiran! Come here and sit in the same van as us!”
“Coming.”
An Feiran went back and moved the other luggage into the trunk. Just as he was about to get into the van, his vision suddenly blurred. Then, the only empty seat in the van was taken.
The boy laughed evilly; he had nowhere to place his long legs. He turned lazily and smiled at An Feiran. “Oh, I’m sorry. I got in first.”
An Feiran looked at Shen Xun speechlessly and turned to get into another van.
He didn’t want to talk to that childish punk.