Rose Manor

Half an hour later, Shen Jia Nian was almost half dragged and half dragged up from the bed by Fu Jichen.

She took out a set of clothes from her suitcase and changed them. She sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror and worrying. The injury on her neck could not be seen.

Seeing her concerns, Fu Jichen took out a scarf from the suitcase she hadn't packed yet: "If you don't want to be seen, use a scarf to cover it up."

As he spoke, Fu Jichen came behind her and loosely wrapped the scarf around her neck.

The soft white cashmere scarf made Shen Jia Nian's skin as white as snow. Her long black hair fell down and spread all over her back. She only had a little dry rose lipstick on her lips to brighten her complexion. Her whole person was like a hibiscus, beautiful and moving.

Fu Jichen held her hand and came out of the elevator to the living room on the first floor.

"It's very cold at night, are you sure you don't need to wear a down jacket?" he said.

"I'm just having a meal, I should be fine indoors."

Shen Jia Nian wore a camel coat, with his other hand in his pocket, and a scarf covering less than half of his face, making his exposed eyebrows clear and lively.

In the living room, Cheng Jin saw this scene and said hello with a smile: "Sir and... Miss Shen are going out?" She had not yet adapted to Shen Jia Nian's presence at home, so she paused while speaking.

Fu Jichen said casually: "There is no need to cook our dinner."

"Ok."

Cheng Jin sent them to the door.

Without calling the driver, Fu Jichen drove the car himself and sat in the cab. He took out his mobile phone to contact Fu Feibai and asked him for the address of the restaurant.

While he was on the phone, Shen Jianian fastened his seat belt and turned to look out the window.

The villa area is empty and quiet, and the sound of the wind blowing the branches is particularly clear.

The car engine started and slowly drove out of the villa gate.

The destination was in an alley with twists and turns. The navigation indicated that there was no way to turn around on the road ahead. Fu Jichen slowed down and found a parking spot on the side road at the entrance of the alley.

Shen Jianian opened the car door and got out of the car first. His feet fell to the ground. Without the warm air from the air conditioner, he immediately realized how intense the temperature was in Beicheng at night.

The air he breathed was freezing cold, from his nose to his lungs.

This feeling is really long gone.

Shen Jia Nian tightened his open coat and looked up to see a small shop on the left side of the alley entrance.

There is a white wooden plaque on the door, the words written in red lacquer are blurred by the wind and rain over the years.A warm yellow light shines in a window facing the street, and you can see that there are various styles of cheongsam clothes hanging in the shop, and there are also rows of fabrics of different colors for customers to choose.

It is not difficult to tell that this is an old-fashioned handmade cheongsam shop.

"Interested?" Fu Jichen locked the car and walked around from the front. Seeing her staring at the store at the entrance of the alley, he suggested, "I think the store is still open. Let's go in and have a look."

Shen Jia Nian just looked at it casually, looked away, shook his head and said "no", but Fu Jichen pulled her over, opened the heavy curtain with one hand and went inside.

Behind the counter is a chef with gray hair on his temples, wearing black thin-rimmed round glasses, who looks a bit like a teacher from the Republic of China period.The chef raised his finger and wiped saliva on his lips, turned over a page of bills, lowered his head to calculate something, and didn't notice the customers coming into the store.

"Dad, someone is here."

Sitting on the carpet next to the wooden coffee table was a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, eating a bowl of packaged sesame paste.A tablet was set up in front of him and a talk show was playing, with funny sound effects coming out from time to time.

The chef behind the counter didn't respond.

The little girl double-tapped the screen with her fingertips to pause the program, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Old man, why are you so deaf when you're not fifty yet! There are customers here!"

The old chef raised his head from the account book, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and came out from behind the counter: "What do you two need? Are you here to buy cheongsam or pick up the goods?"

Shen Jianian's eyes swept over the cheongsam hanging on the wall one by one.

Fu Jichen asked her: "Do you have anyone you like?"

Before Shen Jianian finished reading, he heard him asking the boss: "Do you have any good-looking materials? Customize a set."

"Yes." The old master saw that the two of them looked impressive and led him to a row of expensive materials. "Do you want to make summer or winter ones?"

"Just for this season." "These are all." The old master pointed to the pile of fabrics at the front of the row, "You can see what color you like and what style you want to make."

Fu Jichen picked it, pulled out a piece of white jacquard satin material, and held it in front of Shen Jia Nian for gestures.

Shen Jianian looked at the man carefully selecting and comparing, and said uncomfortably: "Forget it, I have never worn a cheongsam."

"Just in time to give it a try." Fu Jichen looked at her from bottom to top, and finally fixed his eyes on her watery pupils, "Do you want this material?"

The color is like jade and snow, which matches her perfectly.

The little girl who finished the takeaway wiped her mouth and came over to help her father greet the guests: "Miss, this white satin material is very suitable. You may not be able to see it now. In a bright place, the dark pattern flowers on it will be It looks particularly exquisite, and it looks like white moonlight when you put it on! When the time comes, let my dad put a circle of white fluff on the cuffs and hem, and pair it with a short vest. I can’t imagine how beautiful it will be.”

After the little girl described it vividly, she pointed to a ready-made cheongsam on the display rack for Shen Jianian: "Like this, it looks great when worn together!"

The mannequin is wearing a lavender cheongsam, paired with a white vest. A circle of short velvet is sewn on the edges of the cheongsam and the vest, showing a hint of agility and playfulness in the dignified and quiet look.

Shen Jia Nian didn't have a particularly strong desire to buy, but the little girl said that he was a little tempted.

"Sister, please take off your coat, and I will help you measure the data." The little girl had a positive and enthusiastic attitude. She ran to the counter, opened the drawer and pulled out a tape measure. "You came at the right time. The list in front of you is almost done. It's done, the construction period won't be very long, let my dad rush the work, and it will be shipped in about half a month."

Shen Jianian took off his coat and was about to find a place to put it when Fu Jichen took it and hung it on his forearm.

Shen Jianian wore a tight-fitting woolen bottoming shirt. The little girl opened the measuring tape and measured her shoulder width, arm length, chest circumference, waist circumference and other data in sequence.

The soft tape ruler circled Shen Jia Nian's slender waist. The little girl's almond-shaped eyes widened and she murmured in surprise: "57, my mother, is smaller than my head circumference."

Shen Jia Nian was amused and smiled.

Fu Jichen leaned on the edge of the counter, his elbows resting on the countertop, his eyes focused on her small waist that was not even enough to hold. It was indeed too thin, and it would break even with the slightest effort.

Shen Jia Nian raised his eyes and unexpectedly met Fu Jichen's gaze. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were slightly flirtatious. He thought he had something not serious in his mind.

Shen Jia Nian shifted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

"Okay." The little girl wrote down the data one by one and gave it to her father to make an order.

The old master wrote a ticket and handed it to Fu Jichen: "Pick it up in half a month. If it's inconvenient, please leave an address and I'll send it to your home by express delivery."

Fu Jichen took out his wallet from his pocket, paid the money, and said, "I'll have someone come and pick it up when I get there."

"also."

The old chef walked them to the door with a smile and said welcome to the next time.

The little girl poked her head half out of the door curtain and watched them go away. She couldn't help but sigh: "That sister is really good-looking and has a good figure. I don't think any of the female stars in the entertainment industry can compare to her. The key is her family." Sir, he is handsome and considerate! When will God open his eyes, look at me, and give me a handsome man?"

The little girl clasped her hands and prayed against the dark night. The next second, her father picked up a wooden ruler from the sewing table and hit her on the head: "You are only thinking about this when you are young. Studying hard is the right thing to do! Homework!" Have you finished writing? You will take the college entrance examination in the second half of the year..."

"Stop reading it, stop reading it, the child knows it's wrong."

The little girl covered her head and begged for mercy, sat down on the sofa, picked up a book and started to pretend to read.

*
Several street lamps in the alley are hung above the courtyard wall, and the light is as dim as duck egg yolk.

"Be careful where you step." Fu Jichen reminded him as he led Shen Jia Nian deeper.

We were almost at the end and finally found the private restaurant Fu Feibai mentioned.

Fu Jichen pushed open the wooden door, and there was a creaking sound. Inside was a long courtyard, paved with checkered blue bricks.

A black figure came towards me, wearing a pair of wide sunglasses at night.

"Brother Jinghui said that this place is too hidden and you will definitely not find it. He had to ask me to come out to pick him up. Didn't you find it? He just sat still, like a second uncle, and he would send me out. I’m not afraid that I will be photographed by the paparazzi…”

Fu Feibai's chirping voice suddenly stopped because he found that his rather cold-tempered elder brother was holding a young and beautiful girl.

It is truly a unique painting.