My husband is a wife

Chapter 1190 You Are Still Letting People Live

Tie Nu had no choice but to resent who asked him to do such a good thing, leaving a wad of money enough to buy ten fruit knives before leaving angrily.

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Wild Qiangwei also left immediately.

Xiahou Huan'er counted the thick stack of coins in her hand, and smiled happily, forgetting the itching on her feet for a while.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Le Fu's forehead, and she realized for the first time that her master was actually a money-hungry guy.

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night time.

Xiahou Huan'er flipped through the wedding information sent by Ye Qiangwei.

The variety of wedding dress styles dazzled her, and the ones she liked were so perfect that she couldn't pick them, it was difficult to choose.

Dongfang Xing saw her frowning deeply, so he came over and sat down.

Ask in a low voice: "What's the matter? Is there no style you like?"

Xiahou Huan'er raised her head and glanced at him: "It's hard to choose because I like so many, you can help me choose."

As he spoke, he pushed the thick wedding dress fashion magazine in front of him.

"Hmm." Dongfang Xing flipped through the pages casually, and then pointed to the above set, which was a conservative wedding dress, and said with satisfaction, "This set is not bad."

"Let me see." Xiahou Huan'er leaned over, and when she saw it, her face was covered with black lines, "You want me to dress up like a mummy bride?"

"No way, I look good." This wedding dress is solemn and gorgeous, elegant, good-looking, and most importantly, conservative.

Xiahou Huan'er stared at him immediately: "Your sister, the weather is so hot now, do you want me to get prickly heat?"

The corners of Dongfang Xing's mouth twitched, he held back his silence, and continued to read. After reading a few pages, his eyes lit up, and he pointed at the wedding dress above: "This suit is made of summer fabric, so it won't be hot."

"Although this set won't be hot, don't you think it's wrapped too tightly? It also wears a scarf to cover your face. It's so frustrating when eating. Don't."
"That set?"

"Good soil."

"This set?"

"The color doesn't match my complexion."

"This?"

"No, it looks old when I wear it. I'm so young, so it's obviously not suitable for me."

Dongfang Xing picked a dozen or so sets, and when he came to Xiahou Huan'er's place, he could always pick out the thorns.

She was not interested, and he was helpless: "What do you like?"

Xiahou Huan'er immediately became excited, turned the page, pointed to a set of wedding dresses shining with glaze, and said, "This one is pretty good."

Dongfang Xing just took a look, frowned, and said domineeringly: "No, this set is not allowed."

"Why not? I think it's fine." Sure enough, there is a generation gap between them.

"It's too revealing, what's wrong?" Dongfang Xing said in response, and immediately took a pen, and slapped a cross on it fiercely.

Xiahou Huan'er stared: "This is considered conservative, isn't it?"

"Don't choose this set." His tone was tough, domineering, and no one could refuse.

"You..." Xiahou Huan'er got a toothache from anger.

"Hey, there are many more, choose another." Dongfang Xing reached out and stroked the top of her head, like coaxing a child.

Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth, endured it, turned the page, pointed to the set above and said, "This set."

Dongfang Xing squinted at the style, then shook his head and said sternly: "No, the arms are all exposed, what a shame."

"Damn it, it's the 26th century, you're still full of conservative ideas, are you still letting people live?"

"You just hide me and don't let me go out to meet people." I have seen pedantic men, but I have never seen such pedantic men.

(End of this chapter)