Qiao Qiao was a dress made by a company tailor. He downloaded more than a dozen styles from the Internet, and he had a long time with the tailor. Jiahe held her chin and waited for her. When the two of them were tired, Qiao Qiao suddenly remembered her: "Would you like to do it with yours?"
Facing the warm air, she roasted her hands: "No, someone said, it's already bought 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 jealously: "Why do I think you have changed from a motivated young woman to a moth? You, someone, is there anything else you are not prepared for? It is estimated that the child wants you Life, everything else is taken care of."
Jiahe shrank on the sofa, smiling proudly: "Jealous?"
"It's dizzy, look, it's dizzy," she raised her arms, grabbed the edge of the fabric, and let the tailor bend over to measure, "I'm married, how about you? Have you been hiding for a long time? ?"
Jiahe blinked and looked at her: "married woman, why are you so proud?"
With four words, Jojo managed to rush over and scuffle with her.
In fact... She always felt that he was preparing, and it was just a feeling.
When the courier company delivered the dress, she was packing the small decorations so that she would not have to wipe it again the next time she came back. It was a very large box. She carefully used scissors to remove the plastic tape and plastic paper on the outside. When the white box was opened, it was filled with layers of matte paper. Before opening a layer, there was a rustling sound.
A pale purple dress, loosely tied with a white ribbon with the designer's signature on it.
She took it out and spread it out on the bed. She looked at it for a long time and felt that she would definitely be silenced by Qiaoqiao if she wore this...
So in order to report to the bride-to-be in advance, when I went to eat Japanese food in the evening, I brought the dress directly with me.
Qiao Qiao was stunned and shocked: "I said, did your Yi Wenze do it on purpose? Take my wedding as your wedding rehearsal?" Jiahe sipped the teapot soup with an innocent look: "I I really don't know, he ordered this one, so I'll show it to you..."
Very low lighting, very fresh sashimi.
As she spoke, she grabbed a piece of salmon and took up the soy sauce with a guilty conscience. Unexpectedly, because she was staring at Qiao Qiao and dipped in too much mustard, she ate pungent tears instead.
So the waiter opened the door and changed the plates for the two of them. What he saw was Jiahe's tears, and the people in front of him met with cold eyebrows. He looked at Jiahe sympathetically and quickly backed out.
Baimeng Book
"You said, what is her subtext?" Jiahe tried to change the subject to cover up the sin of her dress being too ostentatious, "Do you think we are negotiating, for example, one of us is a mistress?"
Qiaoqiao almost bit her tongue: "Master screenwriter, do you think we are more like San'er?"
She sniffed, and was wisely silent.
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 to pick her up. After all, it is small here, 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 be so troublesome, I live with you."
Jiahe snorted: "Then when you come up later, let Aqing go to the convenience store to buy some food for you. I don't have anything here, and I've been eating outside for the past two days. I won't have anything for you tomorrow morning. make breakfast."
She was just thinking about the ingredients for breakfast, but Yi Wenze brought up two big bags. Such an amount can't be eaten in three days... She opened the refrigerator door, sorted it and put it in. By the way, she stared at the pile of ingredients, thinking about what to eat for him tomorrow. Because of the diligence, the hand was cold in a short while by the air-conditioning.
"Why are you staring at the refrigerator in a daze?" Yi Wenze closed the door from behind and wrapped a hand around her from behind, "Do you want to take a shower?"
He has a very faint smell of bath liquid, which is his favorite watermelon smell.
Smelling a strange sense of disobedience in his nose, this was the first time he lived here. I bought this house myself for five years, and seriously, no man has come here... She leaned back and was successfully wrapped in front of him with both arms. Because I had just taken a shower, this hug was extraordinarily warm and slightly damp.
"I've been hurt by you," she looked back at him, "I'm not a bride, you make me such a beautiful dress, Jojo will tear me apart." He smiled and pressed his face to her face, without answering: "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 picked her up directly.
In a small house, the kitchen is also small.
Such a romantic move managed to make her kick down the soy sauce bottle on the table, and a local sound startled her. Yi Wenze held her in one hand, held up the bottle with the other, and said in a low voice, "It seems that this house recognizes life."
"Yes," she hugged his neck and continued with a smile, "this is a real boudoir, and no man has ever come in." He smiled and said nothing, holding her very carefully all the way. into the bedroom.
Because she likes to read on the carpet, she only bought a wide-bed single bed.
It's kind of embarrassing to watch...
As a result, she didn't dare to move all night, and didn't even turn over. When she woke up in the morning, she almost fainted with back pain. When she woke up in the morning, she reluctantly moved: "Next time, I'll just sleep on the ground, it's too painful." Yi Wenze hugged her, hugged her directly, and reached out to rub her waist.
Very slow force, warm palms, really comfortable.
She lay on his chest with satisfaction, and immediately changed her words: "I changed my mind, let's go to bed."
"What's wrong?" His hand slipped into her pajamas and continued to rub her quietly.
She squinted her eyes in enjoyment and muttered that it was worth it for this kind of super five-star service. He smiled and didn't speak, until she was panting lightly and wanted to escape from her body, then he just stripped her clean and served her once.
The most direct result was that she didn't even bother to get off the bed, laying on the quilt and humming, watching her stand up easily, gnashing her teeth jealously: "Aren't you sad to sleep like this all night? You really have physical strength..."
He smiled and bent over, just as he was about to say something, someone knocked on the door.
It was the voice of Aunt Zhao next door, loudly asking, "Jiahe, are you there?"
She was about to instruct Yi Wenze to open the door when she reacted suddenly and immediately put on her clothes and ran to open the door.
Because she just crawled out of bed and did a morning exercise very hard, she was still sweating. When he opened the door like this, he was shivering from the cold wind. Aunt Zhao stood outside the door, holding up the broom, looking like she was about to fight. When she saw that she put down the things in her hand, she sighed: "It scared me to death, Jiahe, I thought there was a burglar in your house."
Jiahe looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Aunt Zhao explained responsibly: "You disappeared without a sound. You have been away 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 so frightened."
Loud noise
It looks like a soy sauce bottle fell over...
However, Aunt Zhao has always been like this. She still remembers the classic theory of "Wu Zhilun makes soy sauce". If it is nonsensical, it is definitely comparable to the master-level Zhou Xingxing. She rubbed her eyes, and could probably guess her intention: "Auntie, is there another fee charged by the community? Tell me, and I'll give you the money."
Aunt Zhao waved her hand hurriedly: "No, each household in the community gave 10 yuan, I'll take it for you first, and now I'll give it to you," she said, and took out 20 yuan from her pocket, "My family has no change, Did you find it?"
"Forget it," Jiahe joked, "it's just a shock fee for you."
"That won't do," Aunt Zhao said seriously. "It's been almost two months since I was here. I'm thinking about it every day, and I can't sleep well." Seeing her insistence, Jiahe had to wait a moment. Feeling warm, I was covered with a coat.
"I'll get it." Yi Wenze said behind him and entered the room.
A gust of cold wind blows.
Another gust of cold wind blows.
Aunt Zhao's expression was always half-smiled, and she was speechless as she pinched the twenty dollars between her fingers. It wasn't until Yi Wenze walked out again and handed her ten dollars that he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Fortunately, fortunately..."
Yi Wenze smiled politely and his voice was rather gentle: "Thank you for always taking care of Jiahe."
"It should be..." Aunt Zhao took the ten dollars, handed out the twenty dollars tremblingly, and then drifted back to her house.
Jiahe glanced at Yi Wenze with tears in his eyes: "I think, this house must be sold..."
Otherwise, next time he comes back, he will definitely be known to everyone who has lived here.
As the wedding approached, she was so busy. After sending Yi Wenze away in the afternoon, she decided to register with the real estate agency, and then went to the hotel where the wedding was held. She was very surprised how the man with the scarf figured out Qiao Qiao's dream of the wedding, and it was exactly the same.
The lawn of the entire hotel has been booked out, not like a wedding, but like a party venue for a night of revelry.
Just thinking about a wedding that would last 12 hours, she desperately wanted to kill...
The emcee of ceremonies of the wedding was eloquently explaining, and Qiao Qiao listened very carefully. Every step of each procedure should be discussed in depth. In a preparation meeting, it took three hours to talk about the whole process of the ceremony. Jiahe took a small notebook and kept recording what he was going to do every step of the way. In the end, he looked at the densely packed dozens of pages and finally sighed: "You kill me, I haven't taken notes since I graduated from college..."
Jojo is still wearing a mask, she really doesn't care about being in public, just like a star resting on the set.
But what every woman looks forward to most is to have her own stage and only focus on the wedding day. She suddenly thought that she didn't know what it was like that day...
Just when she was thinking about it in a mess, Qiaoqiao cleared her throat and said in a low voice: "Generally, bridesmaids are matched with best men, but I dare not ask your man to be the best man, for fear of being hacked to death when I go out. But if I find someone else , I'm afraid of being hacked to death by your Yi Wenze. Would you help me ask Wu Zhilun? Although he is not as good as Yi Wenze, he is definitely the most enviable best man."
Jiahe closed the book: "Aren't you afraid that he will overshadow the groom?"
Qiao Qiao took off her mask and said proudly, "Don't you think Cheng Hao is very temperamental? It's more attractive than Wu Zhilun."
Jiahe twitched the corners of his mouth, 'temperament' is really a magic word...