Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 939 Gratitude
"Master Xiaobao, it's really hard to see you." Gu Changdong let out a cold snort from his nostrils, which didn't give him a good look.

"Why do you see me if you have nothing to do? The old guy lives well, don't play tricks all day long." Qiu Xiaobao didn't care about Gu Changdong's attitude, grabbed a piece of plump abalone on the table and threw it into his mouth, and then turned his gaze to his face The pale Shen Qingyin.

"Tsk tsk, this child's life is really hard. Hey, it's worse than Xiaobaicai. He is the most miserable child I have ever seen."

Chinese medicine doctor Song gave him a dissatisfied look. They were the same age, but their temperaments differed by a Himalaya.

"Injured? Oh, it's a big day today, how can you let the bad luck spoil the luck of the new couple, let me do something to get rid of the bad luck."

While talking, Qiu Xiaobao threw away the big box in his hand, took out the eating guy from the skirt of his clothes, took the Buddha dust that had been used for hundreds of years, and slapped Shen Qingyin's face.

Shen Qingyin was knocked out on the spot, but there was a grandfather who was a master of traditional Chinese medicine by her side, and it was as easy as panting to save her. When she woke up leisurely, she found that everyone had already taken their seats, and the person sitting next to her was nine-year-old An Zhixiong.

"Sister, did Uncle Qiu hurt you?" An Zhixiong still had a sentimental temperament, but as he got older, he became more and more stable.

"It's okay." Shen Qingyin can only say this, God knows what she has experienced, when Qiu Xiaobao's Buddha dust came over, she felt a cloud of black mist rush out in front of her eyes, and there was a faint sharp hissing sound.

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Qiu is a good man and a man of God." An Zhixiong secretly gestured a thumbs up, with a very sacred expression.

Qingyin smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Well, I know, you are all good people."

Soon the Gu couple who were toasting downstairs turned upstairs. When the door opened, everyone's eyes lit up. Tang Jun exaggeratedly said "Wow", "Siblings, when did you make this dress? It's so beautiful."

Han Xiaoxiao changed her clothes again, this time it was a red cheongsam embroidered with gold thread. She was already very white, but it was even more beautiful against the red background.

Gu Mo is wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Different people wear simple clothes, and their temperament and momentum are completely different. Both of them are dragons and phoenixes, and they look good in everything.

"Mr. Shanghai Tonghua made it himself."

There is a well-known tailor shop on Xiafei Road in Shanghai. The owner is an old man in his 60s. He has made countless cheongsams in his life, and has made wedding dresses for countless brides. Only this time, he almost exhausted his efforts.

The fabric is the best brocade produced in Suzhou, the gold thread is from Italy, and even the needles and threads for sewing clothes are specially made. He took his three apprentices to rush to work day and night, and it was delivered to Han Xiaoxiao yesterday.

Like the wedding dress, it is unique in the world.

"I think it was burned by money. You can't spend it all. Let me help you spend it. I'm the best at spending money." Tang Jun clicked his tongue for a long time, envious and jealous, and didn't know where his girl was hiding. Is it still in the belly of the mother-in-law?

"Qingyin, are you feeling better?" Turning to Qingyin, Han Xiaoxiao handed her a glass of juice and looked at her with a smile.

"Thank you Miss Han, I'm much better." Shen Qingyin lowered her head shyly, compared to Han Xiaoxiao, she was like a chicken flying out of a grass nest.

"Song Man will be here at night. You are waiting for him in the hospital. He will refill the medicine for you." Han Xiaoxiao must have learned about her wound suppuration, and Shen Qingyin was moved to tears and couldn't stop saying thank you words.

(End of this chapter)