Rose Manor

Because "The Banquet at the West Palace" was so popular at the box office, it successfully obtained permission to be postponed one month after its release, and the daily film schedule was still high even after the postponement.

This movie dominated major theaters for two full months, and the total box office at the end exceeded the 46 billion mark. To be precise, it was billion.

When Bai Changxia saw this news on the Internet, he took a screenshot and sent it to Shen Jiannian.

Bai Changxia: "46 billion box office! That's amazing. It's not far behind the Haikou I boasted about." She casually said that it would exceed billion.

At that time, it was already March, and Shen Jianian was in front of the computer communicating with an overseas wedding dress designer about the details of the wedding dress via FaceTime. She said that she was very satisfied with all the parts presented so far and there was nothing that needed to be changed.

When receiving Bai Changxia's WeChat message, Shen Jianian said goodbye to the designer, closed the video window, picked up the phone on the table, took a look, and typed a few words to reply.

Shen Jianian: "You are a great prophet."

Bai Changxia sent a panda akimbo emoji, and then asked with concern: "How far are you in preparing for your wedding?"

Originally, she was going to ask if she needed help, but then she thought that Fu Jichen should be able to take care of everything.

Shen Jianian: "I just finished communicating with the wedding dress designer. The wedding dress is not finished yet. The designer is hand-embroidering the skirt and will need to embroider the beads later."

Bai Changxia enthusiastically sent a voice message: "Do you have any pictures? Show me."

Shen Jianian took out the semi-finished wedding dress sent to him by the designer from the photo album and sent it to Bai Changxia.

Bai Changxia clicked on the picture to enlarge the details and took a deep breath. His face was full of disbelief. Is this a semi-finished product?

She spoke excitedly: "The semi-finished products are so gorgeous, I can't imagine how beautiful the finished product will be! Jianian, your aesthetic sense is amazing."

Shen Jianian confessed: "You don't know me yet? I have difficulty choosing. I was so dazzled by the choices at that time. In the end, it was Fu Jichen's idea and I chose this one."

Bai Changxia changed to typing again: "I praised the wrong person, it turns out it's Boss Fu's aesthetic excellence. [Spread hands]"

The door of the study room happened to be pushed open, and the man who was praised for his excellent aesthetics held a glass of milk and placed it on the desk: "You haven't finished talking to the designer yet?"

Just now, Shen Jia Nian didn't want to move her laptop to the bedroom, so she occupied the study room. Fu Jichen went downstairs to warm her milk and left her to chat with the designer.

"We've finished chatting." Shen Jianian was holding the phone and replying to Bai Changxia's message, "I'm chatting with Xia Xia."

Leaning against the edge of the table, Fu Jichen reached out to take away her mobile phone, took the milk and stuffed it into her palm: "Drink it while it's hot. It's not good if it's cold."

Shen Jia Nian held the cup and took a sip when she heard Fu Jichen ask her: "How is the wedding dress? Is it as expected?" The person who accompanied her to choose the dress was a design draft, and the finished product depended entirely on her imagination.

“It’s very exquisite and gorgeous, even better-looking than I imagined.”

Shen Jianian drank all the milk in the cup, and Fu Jichen took the cup and put it on the table. Shen Jianian licked his lips, took his phone back from his hand, found the photo and showed it to him.

"This is what it looks like now. It's not finished yet, but I think it's already very beautiful." Shen Jianian said.

Fu Jichen took the phone and swiped the screen with his fingertips to scroll back. After looking at the detailed pictures of the front, back, left, and right of the wedding dress, he didn't know which photo he saw, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Shen Jianian stretched his neck and looked at the screen of his phone, which was a photo of the back of a wedding dress.

"Is this backless design too big?" Fu Jichen looked at the design draft before, but he didn't see such a large area exposed. It was open from the back of the neck to the waist.

Shen Jianian stood up and took a closer look: "It's not as exaggerated as you said. Only half of your back is exposed, okay? And the exposed part will be covered with diamond chains and beads."

Seeing that she really liked her, Fu Jichen didn't say anything, locked the screen of his phone and put it down, and hugged her waist in front of him.

Shen Jianian lay on his chest in this position. It was dark outside the window, and the study was very quiet. She could hear each other's heartbeats gradually reaching the same frequency.

After being quiet for a while, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Let me write the wedding invitation."

"Huh?" Fu Jichen was enjoying the warmth of hugging her tightly. He didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for two seconds before he said, "Why are you talking about this?"

Shen Jianian said seriously: "You have prepared everything for the wedding, and I have to put in some work. I can't bother you with everything."

He was so busy at work. In comparison, when she didn't have a concert to prepare for, her days were very leisurely.

Fu Jichen smiled: "You can write if you want."

"Then it's settled." Shen Jianian made an agreement with him, "When the guest list is drawn up, I will start taking time to write invitations every day."

"Well, it's agreed. We'll seal it and guarantee it." After Fu Jichen finished speaking, he lowered his head and pecked her lips gently, which meant that it was sealed.

After just one kiss, Shen Jianian's lips felt tingling. She pursed her lips, thinking it was her imagination, and moved forward to kiss him on the mouth with suspicion.

Fu Jichen didn't expect her to behave like this. His eyebrows twitched, her shadow reflected in his eyes, and his voice lowered: "What are you doing? Do you want to be in the study?"

Shen Jianian's pupils trembled, what was he talking about?

Fu Jichenxing followed his heart, picked her up, turned her around, and put her on the desk. Without looking at the tabletop, he used his memory to find the place where the computer was placed. He raised his hand to close the back cover, pushed it away, and placed some miscellaneous office utensils. Also move out of the way to make room. "I didn't want to be in the study..."

The last two words were hidden because Fu Jichen withdrew the hand that was organizing things just now, put his palm against her waist, tightened his strength, and drew them closer, breathing entangled and ambiguous.

Now, the posture changed to him standing in front of her, reversing the previous position.

*

The wedding is scheduled for June 6, the sixth day of the fifth lunar month, which is a good time to get married.

One month before the wedding, Shen Jianian started writing invitations.

The three-meter-long table in the study room was covered with red invitations. Shen Jianian held a brush in one hand and wrote one by one against the guest list.

The invitation was also designed by a specially invited person. When you open it, a three-dimensional paper-cut portrait of her and Fu Jichen will appear, which is lifelike.

Shen Jianian wrote seriously, paying attention to every stroke. She wrote dozens of pieces in one afternoon. Now she was a little tired. She rolled her sore neck and suddenly lost her mind. She remembered that she and Fu Jichen were together a long time ago. Ridiculous things done in the study.

His cheeks suddenly felt hot, as if on fire. Shen Jia Nian could not look directly at the desk in front of him, and could not forget the scene of the man using his shirt as a rag to wipe the table.

At some unknown time, Fu Jichen came in. Because the study door was open, Shen Jia Nian didn't hear the door open and was still in a daze.

"What are you thinking about? Your face is so red." Fu Jichen raised his hand and put the back of his hand against her cheek. The cool temperature contrasted with her hotness.

Shen Jia Nian came back to his senses, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her face turned even redder, and she said covertly: "I didn't think about anything, I just... saw that there was no ink in the inkstone."

Fu Jichen glanced at the inkstone on the table, picked up the ink stick placed beside the inkstone, and helped her grind the ink.

The man's posture is leisurely and lazy, but also elegant.

Shen Jia read calmly, dipped his pen in ink, took an invitation, and wrote down the names of the guests.

"How much is left?" Fu Jichen asked.

"There are so many."

Shen Jianian's eyebrows were slightly lowered as he spoke, staring at the words under his pen, fearing that if he made a mistake, he would have to waste an invitation. The invitation was so beautiful that she was not willing to waste it.

Fu Jichen was afraid that she would be tired, so he slowed down his ink grinding and said, "How about I write it for you?"

Shen Jianian shook his head and refused simply: "No, I agreed to leave this matter to me before. I can't even do this one thing well. I don't have anything to do recently, so just write slowly."

Fu Jichen let her go and only warned: "Don't tire yourself too much."

"I know." Shen Jianian looked up and smiled at him, "You underestimate me too much."

Fu Jichen's thin lips curled up slightly, and he also smiled at her, and joked to himself: "People say that red sleeves add fragrance, but why is it reversed here?"

Shen Jianian stopped and looked at the picture of him grinding ink. The man's fingers were slender and white, as if they were carved from white jade. He held the ink stick at his fingertips, supported the table with one hand, bowed slightly, his shirt outlined his slim waist, and repeated a sentence slowly. The movements are elegant, gentle and noble, which is indeed pleasing to the eye.

She couldn't help laughing and said: "When you say that, I feel like I have become a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, and you are a seductress who specializes in seducing people."

Fu Jichen's eyebrows twitched, he put the ink stick back to the inkstone and looked directly at her: "You said I am...what?"

"Fairy." Shen Jianian said with a smile, "Haven't you ever read that kind of fantasy story? The scholar stayed in a ruined temple on his way to Beijing to take the exam. In the middle of the night, a beautiful woman appeared to him to grind ink, cut candle wicks, and read with him. "

Fu Jichen raised his fingers and flicked her forehead: "What are you thinking about?"

Shen Jianian said innocently: "You put on the red sleeves first to add fragrance, then I thought of this, it's your fault."

"Blame me?" Fu Jichen held her face in his big palm and kneaded it several times. "Why didn't you explain why you blushed when I first came in? Did you think of..."

"Ah! Don't disturb me, I want to write an invitation!" Shen Jianian knew what he was going to say, so she interrupted him loudly, and inadvertently drew a line on him with the brush in her hand.

He happened to be wearing a white shirt today, which was fresh and charming. Shen Jia Nian looked at the eye-catching black stain: "It's always your fault now. If the ink can't be washed away, your shirt will be scrapped."

Fu Jichen lowered his eyes and glanced at the shirt on his body, not caring about it: "I scrapped one last time. I remember that time because..."

"Fu Jichen!" Shen Jianian was so anxious that she covered his mouth, feeling mixed with shame and anger, "If you keep talking, I will ignore you."

This threat was very effective. Fu Jichen raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and promised never to mention it again.

Because Fu Jichen came in and interrupted, Shen Jianian was unable to complete the workload he planned to complete in the afternoon. After dinner, he worked overtime for a while before going back to his room to rest.

There is only one wedding left in the plot, so the main story can be finishedヾ(@^▽^@)ノ