Chapter 188 Wedding Anniversary
How would Cui Xianyue go crazy?
It would be best if she could find some trouble for Huo Qiting, so that the couple would have their own troubles and would not be annoying in front of Huo Qiao.
Huo Qiao had a day of meetings, and although he was tired, he still had the energy to cook.
Pei Yuzhi clumsily washed and cut the vegetables Huo Qiao asked for and put them aside. Huo Qiao went into the kitchen and skillfully fried two plates of steak, cooked a pot of clear soup noodles, steamed a fish, and finally fried a plate of vegetables.
The two grown men were at the age where they could eat, and they ate the meals cleanly.
Pei Yuzhi said when he had almost finished eating: "Why don't we find an auntie to cook for us, so we don't have to cook after work, or just have the hotel deliver food to our home every day?"
Huo Qiao wiped the corners of his lips and said: "This is our home for the two of us, I don't want outsiders to come for the time being."
Pei Yuzhi had a smile in his eyes, but still felt sorry for him: "How about we go to the hotel to eat after work? The hotel my mom stayed at has good Chinese and Western food."
Huo Qiao paused with his fingers and raised his eyelids to look at him: "The food I cook is bad?"
Pei Yuzhi laughed: "How is that possible? When did you cook without using a CD? I think you're tired from work, and now you have to cook when you get home..."
The most important thing is that Pei Yuzhi can't cook and is not very interested in cooking. Besides, both the Huo and Cui families have aunties who specialize in cooking. He thinks Huo Qiao cooks just to accommodate him.
He didn't want Huo Qiao to work so hard.
Huo Qiao lowered his eyes and said calmly: "It's not tiring, I like cooking very much. You just need to help me prepare the dishes, put the dishes and pots in the dishwasher after eating, and clean up the kitchen and restaurant."
[What's so tiring about cooking for him, especially seeing him finish the meal I made, it's a great sense of accomplishment.]
Pei Yuzhi's voice was like honey, and he agreed: "Don't worry, I'll take care of the hygiene."
Huo Qiao seemed to have regained his interest these days, and he would paint when he had time. Pei Yuzhi cleaned up the kitchen and prepared the bath water. When he was about to call his dear wife to take a bath together, he found that his dear wife was sitting in front of the easel next to the French window, painting and drawing very attentively.
He stood not far away, leaning against the table and watching quietly for a while.
But it was only for a moment.
He stood up and walked behind Huo Qiao, hugging his waist with some dissatisfaction: "You ignored me again, the night is short, aren't you being too unfair to me by wasting time like this?"
The intimate kiss and his aggrieved speech appeared at the same time.
Huo Qiao soon couldn't hold the paintbrush steadily, and finally, the paintbrush fell to the ground pitifully after a heavy stroke on the drawing paper.
The pool water in the bathroom overflowed the floor, and the lights in the room went out at nearly midnight.
Pei Yuzhi and Huo Qiao were both very restrained. After all, they had to face the storm with full spirits the next day.
*
It was not yet 10 o'clock when Cui Xianyue arrived at the place where her granddaughter had asked her to meet.
The luxury street was deserted and lonely in the early morning. She pushed the door open and the heat and fragrance hit her face.
"Hello, Ms. Cui, please follow me. Ms. Sun is waiting for you inside."
The enthusiastic store manager's eyes lit up when he saw Cui Xinyue, and he trotted over.
Ms. Cui.
Cui Xinyue hasn't heard this title for a long time.
Since she got married, she always liked people to call her Mrs. Huo. She frowned and glanced at the exaggerated smile on the store manager's face.
Since all the troubles in the Huo family happened, she hasn't gone out for afternoon tea or shopping with the ladies of the Magic City for a long time.
So when Sun Yunyu called her, she was a little reserved and agreed.
After all, she was quite satisfied with the last time she went to the art exhibition with Sun Yunyu.
"Sun Yunyu is trying on clothes?"
She didn't bother with the store manager's title anymore. It was not cheap to discuss this with a person who was buying clothes.
Moreover, Sun Yunyu is still so petty.
Is Pei Xinyan's company going to go bankrupt? The seasonal clothing brands should have been delivered to her home long ago, but she actually let Sun Yunyu come to the store to buy them herself.
What good things can be left after being picked by others?
Cui Xianyue glanced at the clothes around her with picky and disgust.
"Ms. Sun is trying out wedding dresses in here, please come over here, Ms. Cui."
"Wedding dresses?" Cui Xinyue stopped in her tracks, "Why are you trying out wedding dresses?"
The store manager obviously knew everything and explained with a smile, "Ms. Sun said that in a month it will be her and her husband's 23rd wedding anniversary, and she wants to take a family photo with her husband and son before the wedding anniversary. All the wedding dresses in our store are airlifted from France, and there is only one of each style, so Ms. Sun came to try it in person to see if the size is suitable."
When Cui Xinyue heard about the wedding anniversary, her face suddenly sank.
Sun Yunyu got married a month later than her.
At that time, she was pregnant with Huo Qiao first, but her father and brother would never agree to her marrying Huo Qiting.
She used both soft and hard tactics and dieted for a long time. When her belly was so big that it could hardly be concealed, her father and brother agreed to their marriage.
She still remembered that she went to several wedding dress stores with her visibly pregnant belly, but only one dress could cover her belly and look good.
She was upset for a long time, and Huo Qiting coaxed her with kind words, saying that he would accompany her to wear beautiful wedding dresses and take photos every wedding anniversary.
But...
after giving birth to Huo Qiao, she was immersed in how to integrate into the Huo family, how to satisfy Mr. Huo, and how to expand the Huo family, and she had long forgotten about this matter.
Her legs suddenly became weak, and she couldn't help but take two steps back. The store manager was startled and hurried forward to support her: "Ms. Cui, are you okay?"
"Get out of the way, don't touch me!" Cui Xinyue suddenly shouted.
The store manager staggered after being pushed by her, and his face was not good.
But she had seen many difficult customers, so she quickly calmed down and apologized: "I'm sorry, Ms. Cui, are you okay? You look a little bad, do you need to sit down and rest for a while?"
Cui Xinyue lowered her eyes, hiding the reluctance and anger in her eyes.
It's just a wedding dress, what's the big deal?
She can find 10, 20, 100 well-known wedding dress designers to come to her home to design a wedding dress for her!
She wouldn't come to the store to try on clothes in such a shabby way!
Petty!
She...
"Xianyue, you're here? Take a look at what I 'm wearing. Xinyan said it's too revealing. Tsk, men really don't have any sense of aesthetics."
The curtain of the fitting room was pulled apart from the middle to both sides, and it seemed that all the soft light was shining on the woman in the white wedding dress.
The traces of time left on Sun Yunyu's face seemed to be frozen. She was a 40-year-old woman, but she still had the innocent smile she had in college. It
was really dazzling to look at.
Cui Xinyue's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her thin lips were tightly pursed. She was afraid that she would curse jealousy as soon as she opened her mouth.
Yes, ever since she met Sun Yunyu, she always felt that Sun Yunyu should be her little follower.
Her family background was not as good as Cui Xinyue's.
Her talent for painting is not as high as Cui Xinyue's.
Her husband is not as rich as Cui Xinyue's.
But now, Pei Xinyan is willing to take wedding photos with Sun Yunyu.
Sun Yunyu did not give up painting after graduation. In addition to her own business, she is also an honorary professor at an art school and occasionally teaches classes.
On the contrary, Cui Xinyue never touched a paintbrush again in order to be a good Mrs. Huo.
She always avoids thinking about it, and she played a good hand badly...
"Xianyue, are you okay?"
Cui Xinyue's expression was so wrong that Sun Yunyu's heart was pounding.
She was a little worried that she shouldn't choose to meet Cui Xinyue here.
This place is indeed not high-end enough. She felt a little resentful of her good son who had betrayed his mother. Time was so urgent that she naturally asked Cui Xianyue out. Do you know how difficult it was?
Without time to think about it, Sun Yunyu looked at the store manager next to her and said, "Please help me change it. I will make an appointment in the afternoon to change the size. Thank you."
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