Qiao Qiao asked the company's tailor to make the dress.
She downloaded more than a dozen styles from the Internet and chatted with the tailor for a long time.
Jiahe held his chin up and waited for her.
When the two of them were tired, Qiaoqiao suddenly thought of her: "How about you do it with yours too?"
She warmed her hands in the warm wind: "No, someone said that they have already bought it for me."
After getting used to the heating in Beijing, I couldn't stand it when I came back to Shanghai.
She glanced at Jiahe with jealousy: "Why do I feel that you have now transformed from a progressive young woman to that person like you?
Is there anything else that you are not well prepared for you to give birth to?"
Everything else is taken care of.”
Jiahe huddled on the sofa, smiling proudly: "You must be jealous."
"It's so good, look, it's so good."
She raised her arm, pulled the edge of the fabric, and let the tailor bend down beside her to measure it, "I'm already married, how about you, can't you hide it for a long time?"
Jiahe blinked and looked at her: "Married woman, why are you so proud?"
These four words successfully made Qiao Qiao rush over to her, and they struggled with her.
In fact, she always felt that he was making preparations, it was just a feeling.
When the courier company delivered the dress, she was packing the small furnishings into boxes to avoid having to polish them all over again next time she came back.
It was a very large box.
She carefully used scissors to remove the plastic tape and paper on the outside.
When the white box was opened, there were layers of frosted paper.
Even if one layer was not uncovered, there was a rustling sound.
A light purple dress, loosely tied with a white ribbon, with the designer's signature written on the ribbon.
She took it out and spread it out on the bed.
She looked at it for a long time and felt that if she wore this, Qiao Qiao would definitely silence her.
So in order to inform the bride-to-be in advance, I took the dress with me when I went to eat Japanese food in the evening.
Qiao Qiao was stunned and deeply shocked: "I said, did your Yi Wenze deliberately treat my wedding as your wedding rehearsal?"
Jiahe sipped the teapot soup with an innocent look: "I really I don’t know, he ordered it from this place, so I showed it to you.”
Very dim lighting, very fresh fish.
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of salmon and guiltily drank some of the soy sauce.
Unexpectedly, because she was staring at Qiao Qiao, she had too much mustard on it, which made her taste pungent and make her cry.
So the waiter opened the door and changed the plates for the two people.
What he saw was Jiahe with tears in his eyes and the people in front of him looking at each other coldly.
He looked at Jiahe with sympathy and quickly left.
"Tell me, what is her subtext?"
Jiahe tried to change the subject to cover up the sin of her dress being too ostentatious.
"Does it feel like we are negotiating, for example, one of us is a mistress?"
Qiao Qiao almost bit her tongue: "Screenwriter, do you think we are more like San'er?"
She sniffed and fell silent knowingly.
When Yi Wenze rushed back to Shanghai in the evening, it was raining heavily.
She held the phone, listened to the thunder outside, and discussed with him whether he should pick her up.
After all, this place is small, and there is no change of clothes for him, so it is somewhat inconvenient to live here.
He didn't take it seriously: "Don't bother me, I'll stay at your place."
Jiahe said: "Then when you come up later, let Ah Qing go to the convenience store to buy some food for you.
I have nothing here, and I have eaten out for the past two days.
I won't have anything for you tomorrow morning.
Make breakfast.”
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She was just thinking about ingredients for making breakfast, but Yi Wenze brought up two big bags of stuff.
Such an amount could not be eaten in three days.
She opened the refrigerator door and put it in by category.
She stared at the pile of ingredients and thought about what to make for him tomorrow.
Because I was working hard, my hands became cold from the air-conditioning in a short while.
"Why are you staring at the refrigerator?"
Yi Wenze closed the door from behind and put an arm around her from behind, "Do you want to take a shower?"
He has a very light bath liquid smell, which is my favorite watermelon smell.
There was a strange and strange feeling in his nose.
This was the first time he lived in his own place.
It had been five years since she bought this house.
Seriously, no man had come here yet.
She leaned back and was successfully hugged by his two arms in front of her.
Because I had just taken a shower, this hug was extra warm and slightly moist.
"I was hurt by you," she looked back at him, "I'm not a bride, if you make me such a beautiful dress, Qiaoqiao will tear me into pieces."
He smiled and pressed his face against hers face, without answering he asked: "Do you like it?"
Jiahe sniffed his scent and deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "I like it very much, it smells sweet."
He laughed dumbly, closed the refrigerator door, and hugged her directly.
It's a small house and the kitchen is small.
Such a romantic gesture succeeded in making her kick down the soy sauce bottle on the table, and the sound startled her.
Yi Wenze held her in one hand, held up the bottle with the other, and whispered, "It seems like this house is in need of life."
"Yes," she hugged his neck and answered with a smile, "This is a real boudoir.
No man has ever come in."
He smiled, said nothing, and held her carefully all the way.
Entered the bedroom.
Because she likes to read on the carpet, she only bought a wide single bed.
Looking at it now, I feel a little embarrassed.
As a result, she didn't dare to move all night, and she didn't even turn over.
When she woke up in the morning, her back was so painful that she almost fainted.
When she woke up in the morning, she reluctantly moved: "Next time, just sleep on the floor.
It's too painful."
Yi Wenze hugged her, hugged her directly, and stretched out his hands to rub her waist.
The slow pressure and warm palms are really comfortable.
She lay on his chest with satisfaction, and immediately changed her mind: "I changed my mind, let's sleep on the bed."
"What's wrong?"
His hand slipped into her pajamas and continued to rub it for her calmly.
She narrowed her eyes in enjoyment and murmured that this kind of super five-star service was worth it.
He smiled and said nothing, until she gasped lightly and wanted to escape from him, then he stripped her clean and serviced her thoroughly.
The most direct result was that she was too lazy to even get out of bed.
She lay on the quilt and groaned.
Seeing that she stood up easily, she gritted her teeth jealously: "Aren't you sad after sleeping like this all night?
You really have physical strength?"
He bent down with a smile and was about to say something when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
It was Aunt Zhao's voice next door, asking loudly: "Jiahe, are you here?"
She was about to instruct Yi Wenze to open the door when she suddenly realized what she was doing and immediately got dressed and ran to open the door.
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Because she had just crawled out of bed and had done morning exercises very hard, she was still sweating.
Opening the door like this made me shiver from the cold wind.
Aunt Zhao stood outside the door, holding up the broom as if she was about to fight.
She put down the thing in her hand when she saw it, and sighed: "I was scared to death, Jiahe, I thought there was a burglar in your house."
Jiahe looked at her confused: "What's wrong?"
Aunt Zhao explained responsibly: "You disappeared without a word.
You were gone for several months, and suddenly you didn't say hello to me when you came back yesterday.
I heard a loud noise in the middle of the night and was scared to death."
Loud noise It looks like a soy sauce bottle has fallen over.
But Aunt Zhao has always been like this.
She still remembers Wu Zhilun's classic theory of making soy sauce.
Even if it makes no sense, it is definitely comparable to the master Zhou Xingxing.
She rubbed her eyes and could probably guess her intention: "Auntie, did the community charge any fees again?
Tell me and I will give you the money."
Aunt Zhao hurriedly waved her hands: "No, each household in the community was given ten yuan.
I collected it for you first, and now I'll give it to you," she said, taking out twenty yuan from her pocket, "I don't have any change at home.
Can you find it?"
"Forget it," Jiahe joked, "just think of it as a shock payment for you."
"That's not possible," Aunt Zhao said seriously, "It has been here with me for almost two months.
I think about it every day and can't sleep well."
Seeing her insistence, Jiahe had to say wait a moment.
Just as he was about to turn around, he Feeling warm, I was covered with a coat.
"I'll get it."
Yi Wenze said from behind and entered the room.
A cold wind blew.
Another gust of cold wind blew through.
Aunt Zhao's expression was still half-smiling, and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak while holding the twenty yuan between her two fingers.
It wasn't until Yi Wenze came out again and handed her ten yuan that he curled his lips and said, "Nice to meet you."
Yi Wenze smiled politely and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you for always taking care of Jiahe."
"I should, I should."
Aunt Zhao took the ten dollars, handed out the twenty dollars with a trembling voice, and then wandered back to her home.
Jiahe looked at Yi Wenze dumbfounded and said, "I think this house must be sold."
Otherwise, when he comes back next time, everyone will definitely know that he has lived here.
As the wedding approached, she was extremely busy.
After sending Yi Wenze away in the afternoon, she decisively registered with the real estate agency and then went to the hotel where the wedding was held.
She was very surprised how the man in the scarf figured out Qiao Qiao's dream for the wedding, and found it to be exactly the same.
The entire hotel lawn was booked.
It didn't look like a wedding, but more like an party venue for all-night revelry.
Just thinking about a wedding that would last twelve hours made her want to kill someone in despair The wedding officiant was explaining incessantly, and Qiaoqiao listened very carefully.
Every procedure and every step was discussed in depth.
It took three hours of a preparation meeting to explain the entire ceremony process.
Jiahe held a small notebook and kept recording what he wanted to do every step of the way.
At the end, looking at the densely packed pages, he finally lamented: "Kill me, I haven't taken notes since I graduated from college."
Qiao Qiao was still wearing a facial mask.
She really didn't care about being in public and looked like a star taking a rest on the set.
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But what every woman looks forward to most is to have her own stage and her only attention on her wedding day.
She suddenly thought that she didn't know what it was like that day While she was thinking wildly, Qiao Qiao cleared her throat and lowered her voice and said: "Generally, the bridesmaids have to be matched with the best man.
I don't dare to ask your man to be the best man for fear of being hacked to death when I go out.
But if I ask someone else, , I'm afraid of being hacked to death by your Yi Wenze.
Why don't you help me ask Wu Zhilun?
Although he is not as good as Yi Wenze, he is definitely the most jealous best man."
Jiahe closed the notebook: "Aren't you afraid that he will overshadow the groom?"
Qiao Qiao took off her mask and said very proudly: "Don't you think Cheng Hao is very elegant?
He is much more capable than Wu Zhilun."
Jiahe twitched the corner of his mouth, temperament is really a catch-all word The author has something to say: It is already on the market, and seems to be available in bookstores and online stores.
I have enslaved Qiao Qiao and bought fifty copies.
I put my hands on my hips and laughed three times.
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