Xia Yuan was wandering next door, with various jewelry displayed on the counter, some goldware with obvious regional characteristics, which looked quite interesting.

There were a few hand drums on the small coffee table next to it. Xia Yuan picked it up and patted it to try the feel.

Dongba Dongba.

The price is 400,000 rupiah, which looks like a soft girl coins of about 200 yuan.

Consider buying one and taking it back to play.

After a while, Ying Sitong walked out of the fitting room next door, holding a gift bag in her hand.

When he saw Xia Yuan, Ying Sitong's face flushed and she carried the bag on her hand behind her back.

Xia Yuan glanced at it and thought that women were just pretentious. They obviously wanted to wear it out and shed it on, but now they still pretended to be mysterious and not allowed to see it. It really was a lot of this.

...

Ying Sitong ignored Xia Yuan's contemptuous gaze and looked at the accessories in the store.

"Wow, it seems quite interesting."

Ying Sitong looked at the dazzling array of things in the jewelry store, and her eyes were shining.

"You Hao, if you have any plays, I'll help you."

The clerk in the store came forward to greet him.

Maybe there are not many customers in the store, or maybe it is because the couple Xia Yuan and Ying Sitong are so beautiful that the clerk is very enthusiastic.

Because Chinese tourists come to travel all year round and the area of ​​Bintan Island is very close to Singapore, the waiters here have also started to conduct Chinese training.

Although not very standard, as long as you don't say:

【Riding a bicycle on rainy days is easy to slip, but fortunately I react quickly and I have stopped it one by one!】

[Xiaolongnu came to the place where Yang Guo once lived and said emotionally: I also want to live the life I have lived.]

[What's the matter with you? Don't have it!]

If you have a level 10 Chinese like this, they can usually communicate with you smoothly.

"You can send a scenic postcard back to yourself from here, which is very memorable."

The clerk is a dark-skinned woman in her twenties to forties.

She stood behind the counter and greeted her in kind words.

Ying Sitong nodded and did not overreact her.

The female clerk was very tactfully watching the two guests with a smile on her lips.

Ying Sitong looked at it for a while, walked around the room, and then looked at another door.

It was a simple and elegant ancient wooden door with complicated patterns carved on it, and a demon head door handle in the middle.

If you want to open the door, you have to insert your hand through the demon's mouth.

It looks like a bit off.

Ying Sitong thought it was quite interesting, so she walked over to see what was behind the door.

When she reached into the door handle, the clerk's face suddenly changed.

"Wait a minute, this guest."

The clerk put his hands in front of his chest and called Ying Sitong with a smile on his lips, "That door is a costume..."

The decorative decorative characters have not been finished yet.

The door was pulled back by Ying Sitong.

With a roar, the wooden door fell to the ground and dust flew.

At the back of the door, the wall fell off a lot.

The clerk's smile froze on his face, and he didn't seem to expect that this little girl could pull down the decorative door.

Ying Sitong turned around, rubbed her hands, and smiled embarrassedly.

...

Fortunately, the clerk just thought that the stability of the wooden door might not be very good, and there were problems during the decoration, and he did not suspect that Ying Sitong had an unparalleled power.

Otherwise, Ying Sitong may become one of the objects of protected research.

"IR 8 million, support card swiping, we will send you a postcard to send it back."

The clerk was very polite and friendly, and asked Ying Sitong and Xia Yuan to fill in the address.

Ying Sitong wrote on the back of the postcard:

"God closes a window for you and will give you a door.

May the years be peaceful and happy, and return to the youth still look like a young man.

You deserve a better future.”

Xia Yuan felt very uncomfortable.

There is a blood clan wife who is still a family-destroying maniac, and I can't live this life.

On the first day of my arrival, I lost more than 4,000 soft sister coins.

Fortunately, it was spent on Zhang Shiting's money.

Otherwise, Xia Yuan would be heartbroken to death.

I just don’t know what my aunt feels when she knows it.

...

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them followed the walkway behind the hotel and arrived at the beautiful beach.

Ying Sitong changed into a newly bought swimsuit.

It is a blue suspender skirt, and the back is seductive from behind.

From the front view...

Um……

The expression on Xia Yuan's face is hard to describe.

...It feels similar to the one behind.

Ying Sitong had a bun, big head and small body, and looked like an undeveloped girl.

A pair of big eyes were clearly amber in the sun, but Xia Yuan seemed to see a blue luster.

"What, how about it?"

Ying Sitong wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and looked at Xia Yuan shyly.

Xia Yuan was slightly stunned.

A sea breeze blew, blowing Ying Sitong's short hair.

The two stood quietly by the sea, leaving behind a pair of green silhouettes.

The whole world seemed to have become blank, and only these two people were left looking at each other quietly.

After a while, the boy reached out and scratched his head, and took the small bag from the girl's hand.

Xia Yuan turned around and gave her an indifferent back.

"It's okay."

good?

Ying Sitong followed him and stared at him angrily.

Humph, can you speak? What does it mean?

...

In the distance, about a dozen people were swimming in the sea.

There are also two pairs of European and American men and women playing beach volleyball.

Several European and American girls were lying on the beach talking and laughing, basking in the sun.

Xia Yuan looked at it and shook his head in his heart.

I can only say that there is no harm without comparison. European and American people are domineering in figure, compared with the tablet around them...

"Hmph, you can't do this Xia Yuan."

Xia Yuan was shocked. Before he could turn around, his face suddenly felt a pain.

Bar.

Ying Sitong clasped her hands together, held Xia Yuan's face, and turned him towards him.

"What are you doing?"
To be continued...