Chapter 103: Does sister-in-law have a cheongsam?
Wedding photos?!
Hearing this word, Zhu Yunyao's mind flashed back to her previous imagination of wedding photos: a phoenix coronet and bridal veil under the misty rain of Jiangnan, a fluttering wedding dress against the sunset by the sea...
Of course, this is impossible in this era.
She curled her lips.
Nowadays, marriage certificates are like big awards, not small notebooks. There is no need to stick photos on them, let alone wedding photos.
He lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
I thought I wouldn't be looking forward to it, after all, I had never thought about taking such a photo before.
But when Zeng Xiaoqin mentioned it, I actually felt a little bit of anticipation in my heart.
She looked at Feng Shuo. Feng Shuo's brows were furrowed as if they were about to be twisted together. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something but stopped. His face was calm and somewhat ruthless.
"Cousin, why are you acting so fierce again? Wedding photos are for brides, wearing beautiful clothes and leaving happy memories. You...just dress neatly."
Zeng Xiaoqin had already noticed that Zhu Yunying was somewhat interested, and fearing that Feng Shuo would disrupt the situation, she immediately added, "If you object, I'll tell grandma that you didn't even take a picture of your sister-in-law."
“…”
Feng Shuo glanced at Zeng Xiaoqin and asked Zhu Yunying, "Do you want to take a picture?"
...Think about it.
Zhu Yunyao didn't necessarily have to take a photo with Feng Shuo.
Instead, I thought that if the father really died in the future and the son ran away with the ball, I would at least keep a photo of the child's father in case of emergency.
Otherwise, the child won’t even know what his father looks like.
She was amused by the sudden thought of such a far-reaching idea.
The corners of his lips were raised, his eyebrows were curved, and his whole face was smiling.
Zeng Xiaoqin said sharply: "Sister-in-law agreed!"
Feng Shuo looked at Zhu Yunwei and saw a faint smile on her face. It seemed as if a wrinkle in his heart was instantly smoothed out, and he felt relaxed all over.
"Well, let's shoot it!"
…
The next morning.
Zhu Yunyao was sleeping soundly. When she opened her eyes, it was already noon and her body was extremely lazy.
She thought Feng Shuo should have gone to training a long time ago, and Xiao Qin should have asked Xiao Zhang to send her to the interview, so she didn't take care of herself. After washing up, she put on a coat and went to the yard to wake up.
As soon as he went out, he saw Feng Shuo in the main hall, wearing a neat and formal military uniform, and Zeng Xiaoqin beside him fiddling with a camera. They were both sitting upright waiting for him!
"Why are you here?!"
Zhu Yunying subconsciously pulled up her coat, but she was actually dressed neatly underneath.
But she didn't comb her hair, and her slightly curly hair fell like a waterfall on her chest, which made people imagine whether to cover it or not.
"Sister-in-law, let's go take some photos today! My cousin said there's a beautiful lake nearby."
Zeng Xiaoqin winked at Zhu Yunying and stepped forward: "Sister-in-law, do you have a cheongsam? The red kind! It will definitely look great in the photos."
Zhu Yunwei's eyes rolled and she thought about the clothes in the space. It seemed that they really were there.
But it was looted from Zhou Xiu's closet.
Of course the clothes are new!
The size may need to be changed.
She went back to the room, took out the cheongsam, tried it on herself, and was a little disappointed. It was indeed too big.
However, it shouldn't be difficult to slim down the waistline.
Zhu Yunying changed into a light blouse, tied her hair into a simple ponytail, and came out holding a cheongsam.
"Let's go find a tailor first to get the measurements. These are clothes for my family."
As soon as she said that, Zeng Xiaoqin understood: "Is it your mother's? That would be even more appropriate."
"It's my stepmother's. It's new, though. I can just alter the waist and wear it."
She thought the Feng family knew something about the Zhu Mansion, so she didn't hide anything and said frankly, "I've been wanting to grab it and wear it myself for a long time!"
"Okay! Then let's change it!"
Zeng Xiaoqin urged Feng Shuo to drive.
My cousin only has half a day, so he has to race against time.
Feng Shuo also listened to Zhu Yunyao's words. His eyes swept across Zhu Yunyao's plain long skirt, and then looked at the cheongsam with exquisite workmanship and gold and silver threads inlaid with pearls. His eyes darkened.
With Zeng Xiaoqin as her companion, Zhu Yunying naturally sat in the back seat without even looking at the passenger seat.
Feng Shuo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, seemed to be looking straight ahead, driving in an orderly manner, but he would glance to the side from time to time, observing Zhu Yunying's expression through the rearview mirror.
In a hurry, she just took her clothes and went out without putting on any powder.
But a naturally beautiful face does not need any fancy decoration. It has bright eyes, red lips and white teeth. With a curled corner of the lips, the smile is very beautiful.
Feng Shuo raised his eyes and found that Zhu Yunwei in the back seat also looked up, and their eyes met in the rearview mirror.
Although he was looking at her in the mirror, Feng Shuo felt that the crack in his heart seemed to have opened even wider.
He looked away in a panic.
I remembered what Zeng Xiaoqin said:
——Do you feel the same when you see your sister-in-law and when you see other women?
It seems to be different.
When he looked at Zhu Yunwei, his eyes could not be taken away, and his mind was either blank or overly vivid.
As for the other women... they are just comrades in the army.
——Are you happy when your sister-in-law smiles at you?
Feng Shuo glanced at the rearview mirror again. The woman looked away, but the smile on her face was still obvious.
And the corners of my lips in the mirror were actually raised.
If Zhu Yunying only has eyes for herself when she smiles...
He actually had more expectations in his heart.
“…”
Feng Shuo turned his head away, unwilling to admit that Zeng Xiaoqin wrote too many articles and was indeed very sharp in her words.
Hit the nail on the head.
As for the last sentence:
When your sister-in-law smiles at others and treats them well, do you get jealous? Do you feel bitter?
When Feng Shuo thought about it, he became furious and felt an oppressive feeling that no one could get close to him.
…
The tailor shop is run by Wang Huahua's son.
When Zhu Yunying came here before, his aunt was in charge. He thought that there shouldn't be only one male master, there must be other people helping out.
After all, there are many women who make clothes.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiaotian was the only one in the shop.
Song Xiaotian is a tall man of 1.8 meters. He wears a starched white shirt and coarse cotton trousers with ironed pleats. Except for the tape measure hanging around his neck, he doesn't look like a tailor at all.
He has a somewhat bookish air, like a serious teacher at the podium.
When he heard that it was introduced by his mother and that the size needed to be altered, Song Xiaotian took the cheongsam very enthusiastically.
He held it in his hands, facing the skylight outside, and measured it. Noticing that the cheongsam had a zipper on the side, he suggested, "Change it to a zipper on the back. It would save a lot of work and it would be done in a short time. Is that okay?"
"Yes, sure. Thank you for your hard work."
Song Xiaotian took out a tape measure and measured Zhu Yunwei's waist. He bent sideways and looked at her with a serious look in his eyes.
Zhu Yunying is interested in developing the clothing business, and subconsciously wants to weigh Song Xiaotian's craftsmanship.
She also turned her head and looked carefully at Song Xiaotian's attitude towards work.
Zeng Xiaoqin and Feng Shuo were sitting on the same bench, right next to the door, and the sun was shining brightly outside.
I don't know why, but I always feel cold.
"Brother, do you feel cold?" Zeng Xiaoqin asked casually.
When he turned around, he saw Feng Shuo staring at Song Xiaotian with his eyes almost burning with anger.
Song Xiaotian measured his waist, and the tape measure seemed to be going up...
Click!
Zeng Xiaoqin looked at Feng Shuo's hands on his thighs, his clenched fists, and the joints crackling.
Finished!
Her brother seems to be a jealous person!
"Does a wedding photo have to be in a cheongsam?"
Feng Shuo seemed to notice Zeng Xiaoqin's gaze, and turned his head to look at her expressionlessly.
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