Su Qiao said casually while eating snacks, "Well, it's ready. Go and try it to see if it's suitable."
Feng Han unpacked the package, took out the clothes inside and looked at them.
It is burgundy in color, embroidered with silver auspicious patterns, and has a circle of silver lace on the lapels and cuffs. It looks really good.
It's just... the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a wedding dress.
The deep meaning in Feng Han's eyes became stronger, and he smiled: "Okay."
After Su Qiao finished his snacks and filled his stomach a little, he put down his hands and was about to go to the kitchen in the back, but unexpectedly a man came out from the inner room wearing only a white undershirt and holding the burgundy robe made by Su Qiao.
She raised her corset innocently and asked, "How do I get this belt?"
Su Qiao's face was filled with black lines: "I just made ordinary robes, not fancy clothes, right?"
Feng Han blinked and said calmly: "I usually never wear it myself."
The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched.
I'm so lucky that I don't even have to wear my own clothes.
If this happened in modern times, it would be a giant baby.
"Where are the people?"
Su Qiao originally wanted to ask Xiao Guizi and the others to help him put on his clothes, but when he turned around, there was no one in the hall.
Feng Han said calmly, "They are all busy making lunch."
"All gone?" Why was she so unconvinced
"Yuan Wu and the others are still busy." Feng Han casually put on his robe and walked in front of her with a waist belt in his hand.
Su Qiao stared at him for a long time.
Is this guy sure he has her in his grasp
Reaching out and taking the belt from his hand: "Open your hands."
Feng Han stretched out his arms obediently.
"I'll only teach you once, and next time you can do it yourself."
After saying that, Su Qiao helped him tidy up his white undershirt, pulled up the lapels of his outer robe, and finally put her arms around his waist, wrapped the belt around his back and tied it in front.
While she was busy, Feng Han was looking down at her, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise higher and higher, his black eyes were full of smiles.
"next time?"
"Okay, next time you help me make it, I'll wear it myself."
Su Qiao quickly helped him straighten his collar and waist belt, then pushed him away without any gentleness: "It's all a trick."
He clearly didn't know how to put on clothes, but he deliberately sent Xiao Guizi and the others away. Isn't this a trick
She just told him to learn to dress himself next time, but he asked her to make clothes for him next time. If this isn't a routine, what is it
Routine
"What do you mean?" Feng Han asked curiously.
"I'm going to go make some barbecue. I don't have time to waste time with you here."
Su Qiaocai was too lazy to explain to him and just turned and left.
Feng Han reached out and held her back: "Wait."
"What else is there to do?" Su Qiao was almost overwhelmed.
She just wanted to cook a meal, why are there so many people involved
Feng Han flicked his sleeves lightly: "You haven't told me how this dress looks on me."
Su Qiao: “…”
"I help you make it and put it on, and when I'm done, I have to be responsible for praising you?"
"Why don't you oh my god."
Should a man be so vain
Feng Han blushed a little: "Ahem, am I not looking good in this outfit?"
Su Qiao looked it up and down and nodded politely: "It looks good."
He is tall and thin, with fair skin, delicate and handsome features, yet also a hint of femininity. No wonder few people doubt his identity.
The reason why Su Qiao chose the burgundy color was that he felt it suited his temperament very well.
"Then why did you leave without even looking at me?" Feng Han was a little dissatisfied.