The cheongsam beauty is in her arms, and the ascetic warlord loses control over her

Chapter 255 Ming Qinghan: Not sleeping in the early morning is a wise move
Go to a cheongsam shop?

When Ming Wenyan heard this, he immediately lowered his head. He was still dreaming in his sleep just now, but he didn't want to be woken up by Ming Qinghan and pulled up.

Now that Sister Yao wants to go to the cheongsam shop, he must go with her to protect her personal safety.

Ming Qinghan just glanced at Ming Wenyan and could guess what he was thinking.

He said in a dark voice: "Wen Yan, you go back to sleep, I will accompany you to the cheongsam shop."

Ming Wenyan raised his eyes and asked uncertainly: "Brother Jiu, are you sure you will accompany Sister Yao?"

"If you want to go, you can go with me."

"No, no, no," Ming Wenyan quickly made a gesture and said immediately: "I want to catch up on my sleep. I'm still so young. I don't want dark circles to appear in advance, which will affect my appearance."

Normally, Gu Shiyao would have laughed out loud, but tonight, she couldn't.

She was very touched that Ming Qinghan could accompany her to the cheongsam shop in the middle of the night, which was something she had not expected.

Gu Shiyao thanked sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Ming."

"Why are you being polite to me? You go find a cloak and put it on. It's early in the morning and there may be a cool breeze outside."

"Brother Ming, wait for me for half a minute. I'll get my bag and cloak."

Gu Shiyao spoke quickly, turned around and walked into the room. She didn't want Ming Qinghan to wait any longer at the door.

Not long after, Gu Shiyao and Ming Qinghan went downstairs.

Soon, Gu Shiyao got into Ming Qinghan's car and they went to Yueji Cheongsam Shop.

On the way to the cheongsam shop, Gu Shiyao kept looking out the car window. There was no pedestrian on the road, and all the shops on the road turned off their lights.

Under the dim street lights, only the car she was in was speeding down the road.

In a moment, it originally took more than fifteen minutes, but today it only took ten minutes to arrive at Yueji Cheongsam Shop.

Gu Shiyao took the key and opened the door to the backyard of the cheongsam shop, and she walked in with Ming Qinghan.

The moonlight fell on the two of them, illuminating their progress.

Gu Shiyao turned on the light in the room, put down her bag and sat on the chair.

This was the first time Ming Qinghan came to the backyard of Yueji Cheongsam Shop. He walked to the table and rubbed an apricot-colored embroidered cheongsam lying on the table.

The color of the cheongsam was very elegant, and the pattern on it was something Ming Qinghan had never seen before, but this pattern made him feel very familiar.

Somehow, he thought that Gu Shiyao's technique of embroidering cheongsam was slightly better than that of his ancestors. The cheongsam embroidered by Gu Shiyao was fresh and natural, and showed more youthful vitality.

Ming Qinghan didn't stare at the cheongsam for a long time. He found a chair, sat opposite Gu Shiyao, and watched Gu Shiyao embroidering the cheongsam seriously.

Her fingers were slender and soft, and she could thread needles and threads with ease.

The movements in Gu Shiyao's hands were smooth and fast. She kept changing the posture of her fingers. Soon, an exquisite pattern appeared vaguely.

Ming Qinghan suddenly remembered something, and he touched his chin with interest: "Yaoyao, you embroidered a dragon totem shirt for Mu Yichen before. Tonight, Brother Ming, I shamelessly want to ask for one too. "

Gu Shiyao raised his head in surprise: "Brother Ming, you actually like that pattern."

Ming Qinghan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing on his gentle face: "Why, can't I have it?" "No," Gu Shiyao shook his head gently: "Don't you think this pattern Too vulgar?"

"what?"

Ming Qinghan's last word rose, and he chuckled, not understanding what Gu Shiyao meant at all.

"Since you think it's vulgar, why did you embroider that pattern on Mu Yichen?"

Gu Shiyao stopped what he was doing and explained briefly: "That's because Mu Yichen likes this pattern. Although I don't think it looks good when embroidered on a shirt, I want to satisfy his small request."

Yaoyao was showing off her affection to him. No matter how stupid he was, he could still see it.

That night, he saw a lifelike golden dragon embroidered on Mu Yichen's shirt. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately fell in love with the pattern.

Ming Qinghan: "It's very tacky, but I really like that pattern. My ancestors said before that the dragon means good luck. Maybe at some point, it will protect your personal safety."

Gu Shiyao carefully recalled the process of embroidering that shirt: "Brother Ming, it will take a long time to embroider that dragon totem. How about I finish the one I have in my hand first, and then embroider yours?"

Ming Qinghan didn't expect Gu Shiyao to agree to his request so readily. He smiled happily and said, "I'm not in a hurry. It won't be too late to embroider this piece after you finish the work in hand."

Gu Shiyao nodded. She made a few gestures with her fingers, and she had already estimated the general progress of the cheongsam in her mind.

She raised her eyes and said: "The cheongsam in my hand can be finished in more than half an hour. Brother Ming, there are fabrics and colors on the table over there. You choose one and I will make it for you later." A shirt."

Ming Qinghan's eyes flickered a few times. Ming Wenyan didn't come to the cheongsam shop today. He was in a big loss. When Yaoyao finished making his shirt, he would wear it and envy them to death.

In the past, the cheongsams embroidered by our ancestors were awarded to those who made significant contributions to the Ming family. Currently, he only has two in his hands.

Even though there were only two pieces, Ming Wenyan was driven crazy with jealousy, because Ming Wenyan didn't have any clothes embroidered by his ancestors.

Ming Qinghan was in a happy mood and stayed up early in the morning to accompany Gu Shiyao to the cheongsam shop to embroider cheongsam. It seemed to be a wise move.

Just by sacrificing a little bit of his sleep time, he could get something that many people couldn't imagine. Ming Qinghan felt it was worth it.

He stood up: "I'll go over there and take a look."

Gu Shiyao lowered his head and concentrated on embroidering the cheongsam in his hands. She worked quickly and flexibly moved her fingers across the front and back of the cheongsam.

After finishing embroidering the cheongsam in her hand, she stretched.

Gu Shiyao stood up, put her hands on her hips and moved her waist.

She looked sideways and found that Ming Qinghan was still looking at the fabrics. She walked to Ming Qinghan and said, "Brother Ming, have you chosen the fabric you like?"

Ming Qinghan took out a navy blue cloth: "I want this color."

Gu Shiyao took the piece of cloth and walked to the table. She spread the piece of cloth in her hand on the table specially designed for cutting.

She found a tape measure from the box nearby and measured Ming Qinghan's measurements herself. She recorded the measured data in a notebook.

Soon, Gu Shiyao measured the cloth on the table. She took a pen to draw a general shape, and then started cutting.

Ming Qinghan stood behind Gu Shiyao, not daring to make a sound. He watched Gu Shiyao busy doing this and doing that. It turns out that it takes so many steps to make a piece of clothing.

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