On Sunday, Yan Zheng and Sang Tianen went to a dress shop to try on wedding dresses and suits.
Yan Zheng tried on several suits but was not satisfied with any of them. Sang Tianen was much more straightforward than him and directly chose a strapless jacquard embroidered wedding dress with bubble-shaped sleeves and a long hem, which was very beautiful and fresh.
The clerk said that in recent years people are not very fond of traditional wedding dresses, and prefer wedding dresses embroidered with flowers and plants, which make people look very energetic and vigorous.
Sang Tianen was already satisfied with the outfit, and after hearing the clerk's praise, he immediately decided to order it.
Yan Zheng thought she was dressed too gaudy. How could a bride dress so fancy? Sang Tianen looked so pleased with himself that he swallowed back what he wanted to say.
To match her style, Yan Zheng chose a white waist-baring suit. This suit has no buttons, and two wide straps extend from the lapel and buckle backwards, showing off her slender waist. She paired it with a white hollow lace base shirt of the same color.
Before coming, Yan Zheng had simply put on some makeup using cosmetics specially made for pregnant men, so the service staff simply helped him do his hairstyle and matched it with a slender starry pearl necklace.
When Yan Zheng walked out of the fitting room, Sang Tianen suddenly opened his eyes wide, half opened his mouth, and stood there in a daze.
The man in front of her was undoubtedly handsome, but he also gave her an indescribable feeling.
It’s like finding a husband for myself and also like finding a sister for myself.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Sang Tianen looking at him in surprise without blinking, Yan Zheng asked shyly.
His voice was sharp and different from usual, with a kind of artificial twist.
Sang Tianen's expression froze, and then he scratched his head in distress, wanting to say something, but ended up pacing back and forth without saying a word.
"What happened?" Yan Zheng's voice returned to normal, with a hint of confusion.
Sang Tianen paused, pointed at him and said, "Talk to me in this tone. I like you to talk to me in this voice."
Yan Zheng had no idea what she was thinking. He pursed his lips and asked helplessly, "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing, it's just..." Sang Tianen couldn't explain to Yan Zheng the strange feeling in his heart.
The reason she hasn't found a boyfriend is not only because she is single, but also because the aesthetic tastes of men in this world are so different from hers.
She likes men with fair skin, long legs, thin waist, broad shoulders, strong chest muscles and eight-pack abs, and handsome appearance.
The character should be gentle, calm, careful and considerate, preferably the husband type.
However, most men in this world are petite and cute, which is something Sang Tianen cannot tolerate.
Apart from not having well-developed muscles, Yan Zheng is almost the same as her ideal type. She especially likes his personality, which doesn't make her feel like she has found a sister.
But when Yan Zheng came out of the fitting room, Sang Tianen suddenly realized that no matter how straightforward and independent Yan Zheng's character was, he was always a man in a world dominated by women.
Especially her coquettish look just now made her forehead a little congested.
It’s not that I don’t love this man, nor that I can’t accept him, it’s just that I feel weird, an indescribable feeling.
"What does that mean?" Yan Zheng took a step forward. With the clothes and makeup on her body, she was more beautiful than peach blossoms, especially her eyes, which were simply captivating.
Sang Tianen took a breath, forced a smile on his face, and put his arm around his shoulders, explaining, "This dress isn't good. What if you get cold with your belly button exposed?"
"How could that be? I have clothes inside, and the weather is so hot, it's okay." Yan Zheng didn't think there was anything wrong.
"Let's change into a black suit. I like you in suits. They look really good on you."
Yan Zheng blinked: "What are you planning?"
Sang Tianen chuckled twice and whispered in his ear: "You can only show your husband's waist to me, not to other women."
Yan Zheng instantly raised the corner of his mouth, pointed to a row of black suits not far away, and said to the waiter next to him: "I want to try a black suit."
The waiter immediately went to find his size.
Sang Tianen finally felt relieved, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Yan Zheng say, "I don't like your wedding dress either."
Sang Tianen was stunned and pulled the veil on her body and said, "Why don't you like it? It's so beautiful, like a flower fairy!"
As she said this, she turned around beautifully.
Yan Zheng shook his head: "It's too fancy. How can a woman dress like that? Change it."
Sang Tianen curled his lips, somewhat unhappy: "Then what kind of wedding dress do you think I should wear?"
Yan Zheng pondered for a few seconds and walked to a row of women's suit racks. He selected a white women's suit and handed it to her: "This one is pretty good."
Sang Tianen was heartbroken instantly. What kind of aesthetic is this?
She said with a longing look in her eyes, "Does this really look good on me?"
"Of course!" Yan Zheng replied without hesitation, "I just like the way you look in a shirt and suit. You look like a domineering CEO."
Sang Tianen snorted, looked at the clothes in his hands and said, "I'm really disappointed you. The distance between me and the domineering president is as far as the president."
Yan Zheng chuckled and gave her a light push: "Go change your clothes."
Just at this moment, the waiter came over with a men's suit. A few minutes later, the two men came out of the fitting room at the same time, one in black and one in white, standing in front of the mirror.
Yan Zheng twisted his somewhat tight tie a few times, and Sang Tianen tugged at his own tie uncomfortably, asking distressedly, "Do you think this is really suitable?"
"You like me wearing a black suit, and I like you wearing a white suit. Isn't that great?" Yan Zheng raised his chin and looked at his body left and right. He seriously suspected that Sang Tianen had some unknown hobbies.
Sang Tianen felt that her clothes were so ugly. The more she looked at them, the uglier they looked. She really wanted to wear a wedding dress.
"Yan Zheng, how about you just wear your white suit and I'll keep my flower fairy wedding dress, okay?"
Yan Zheng rolled his eyes at her: "Don't you think you can't accept it?"
Sang Tianen's eyes turned: "Actually, it's not unacceptable. I'm not that kind of feudal woman. If you really like it, I won't stop you from wearing it."
Yan Zheng turned to her and said with a half-smile, "I suddenly realized that you are quite hypocritical."
"Why do you say that?" Sang Tianen's heart skipped a beat.
"I can't wear a waist-baring suit. If you wear a suit with the collar down to here..." Yan Zheng gestured at his chest, "That's fine, right?"
"Alright." Sang Tianen made a gesture of surrender. "I was wrong just now. Wear whatever you want. If I say one more word..."
Before she could finish the rest of her words, Yan Zheng covered her lips: "Okay, I understand, there's no need to say the rest."
In the end, both of them chose the clothes they liked, and picked out a few toast dresses before leaving the dress shop.
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