Chongfei Manual

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Wei Wei was a little embarrassed at the time. Even if she is preparing for a wedding dress, she should be prepared by Wei Wei’s mother. She has no mother. This errand will fall on the head of the four aunt Qin, or she can sew herself. But looking at the current situation, is it true that Zhao Wei wants to give her a wedding dress? Did he tell his father, and the father agreed?

When a girl marries, the wedding dress is extremely important. Whether the wedding dress is good or not, the stitches are exquisite and not exquisite. The guests and relatives who attended the wedding can see it at a glance, which is related to her future face dignity. Zhao Wei understands her thoughts, but he is too wide-minded... Wei Yucheng’s sole has been half-finished that day, so I don’t know how many times my fingers have been stabbed. So, is she? Isn't the shoe sole used?

Wei Wei understands why the management of Jing Wangfu wants to bring her here, because the next door is the famous embroidered spring residence. The clothes of Xiuchunju are well-known in Shengjingcheng. It is hard to find a hundred-year-old shop. Their homes are only made into clothes. Every year, people who order clothes at home are eagerly awaited. They are all prominent and prosperous families in Shengjingcheng. However, the embroidered Chunju only opened the door to pick up the business within three days of the New Year, and only received five orders a year. After receiving it, he closed the door and thanked the guests. Other times, if you want to ask their family to make a dress, it is money and can't buy it. And the ten clothes are sold at a high price. Even so, some people are willing to go to the door.

The noble women of Shengjing City are honored to wear the clothes of Xiu Chunju. Whoever can get one, is sure to be envied by others.

Now is the late autumn, there are still several months from the Chinese New Year, the amount of the five singles must be sold early, how exactly did Zhao Wei let the embroidered Chunju nod to agree?

If Wei Wei can wear the clothes of embroidered Chunju, not only the face of the British government has light, but others can also see the importance that Jing Wang attaches to Wei Wei, and he has a higher look at the British government and Wei Wei. Seeing that Zhao Wei is so heart-felt, Wei Wei does not care about the half of his soles. He will not be able to make other embroidered shoes in the future.

When Wei Wei was shaking her son, the woman had already finished her size, and she took a look at her chest and asked implicitly: "Is the girl still a long time?"

Wei Wei’s subconscious face was red, and he almost didn’t raise his hand to cover his chest. Where does the woman want to ask her if she is not long, she should ask her if her chest is not developed? The wedding dress is also suitable for the size. The girl’s family is not very long at this time, but the chest is still Will develop. In case the chest is tight, the wedding dress is not comfortable to wear.

Wei Wei’s face was almost red, and he knew it would be worth it. He also said it in front of everyone. Fortunately, there was no man in the house. The management of Jing Wangfu retired as soon as she measured the size. "It’s still long..."

The fifteen-year-old girl, once she arrived, was like a self-opening scorpion. First, Xiao He was exposed to sharp corners. Now it is already bulging. Wei Wei suspected that it was really Zhao Yi’s coming out... After all, Zhao Wei didn’t do it, her two little peaches didn’t have any movement.

Thinking far, Wei Wei quickly pulled back his mind and was just getting a face.

The woman who embroidered Chunju used to wear clothes and had full experience. When she heard the words, she knew what to do. It was less than one year in October next year, and the chest of the wedding dress was slightly bigger. When I wanted to come, I was enough to take it. The woman wrote down the data one by one, and saw that there was no problem, she left Wei Weifu to leave.

*

Only after a circle of people's elegance, only one Wei Wei was left.

The management of Jing Wangfu did not know where to go. Wei Wei’s grandmother was waiting downstairs. She went to the door and looked at it. She went back to the room to put on her hat and went on. She just touched the gauze hat on the lacquered lion-shaped round table, and put a hard body behind her and put it in her ear. Ask: "Let me see how old it is?"

Wei Wei was shocked. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and he quickly walked to the side to hide, leaving Zhao Wei’s hand to fish.

Wei Wei stood in front of him and shouted at him with shame and indignation: "How are you here?"

When she spoke, her eyes glanced at the door and the door was closed. Besides, she did not hear the sound of opening and closing the door. Did Zhao Hao always hide in the house? Thinking of the dialogue with the woman when she was measuring the size, and then talking about the words that Zhao Wei had no brains, Wei Wei knew what was going on in an instant, and the little face was ashamed and annoyed, like the flowerbed with dewdrops in the early spring. Petite drops, and pink and shiny.

Zhao Wei’s face is normal, and she is not ashamed. He stared at the mad little girl, pinched her cheek, and smiled: "This king is not easy to invite people who embroider Chunju. If you don't appreciate it, you still have to be angry?"

Wei Wei was pinched by his face without any defense, but she did not hurt, but she deliberately said: "Why don't you say it in advance, I am not prepared at all."

Zhao Wei looked at her. "What are you going to do? You can bring yourself."

Wei Wei asked: "Do you tell me about this?"

Zhao bowed, or Wei Kun could not agree to go out today.

Wei Wei "oh", blinked, a bit blame: "They even gave me the shoes... my soles have already been half-paid, and I waste more."

Zhao Wei looked at her a little strangely, and her lips slowly raised a smile: "My aunt will also get a shoe sole?"

This is of course, Wei Wei at home in addition to studying books and flowers, female red nature can not fall. The girders respect the ingenious girl, that is to say, not only must the mind be smart, the rules of etiquette, and the embroidery work can not be worse. Only the female red is doing well. After marrying the husband's family, she will be valued by the woman and the younger son. However, Wei Wei doesn't like female red very much, and he does less in the weekdays. This time, he has asked the four aunts several times.

Wei Wei looked at him with a look of "You don't know how much more."

Her eyes are beautiful, and the rounded almond eyes seem strange, but they are more like spoiled. The slanting eyes glanced over, and the eyes were like hooks, and the hearts and minds of the people were taken away.

Zhao Wei held her waist in one hand and leaned over her mouth and squinted softly: "Take a new model and give me a pair of shoes?"

Wei Wei opened Zhang Xiaozui, thinking that he would really be cheap, and how easy is it to make shoes? If she is not to marry him, she is not willing to do even her own shoes.

Zhao Wei saw the reluctance on her face and tightened her tightly. The chin rested on his cheek and groaned. "Well?"

Wei Wei shook his head: "It's not good, it takes too much time to make shoes, and I don't do well."

Zhao Wei laughed. "No matter what you make, this king will wear it every day."

Wei Wei did not believe that he looked at him. He was a prince. He usually wears a lot of clothes. If she wears a pair of sandals, does he wear it? If he was seen by Queen Chen, he would not be surprised if he thought he was crazy.

Wei Wei did not agree, he could grind on her cheeks.

Zhao Wei didn’t sleep for the sake of the private possession of the Nanshan Mountain in Xuzhou yesterday. This morning, he contacted the embroidered spring residence for Wei’s wedding dress. Until now, there was no blink of an eye, and the chin came out with a short Hu Hey, it is itchy and painful on his face. Wei Wei’s cheeks are delicate and slippery like shelled eggs. How can he be so embarrassed? Wei Hao’s enemies were not his strength, he couldn’t hide, and he was sore and tearful. He said, “I know, I will do it for you... Don’t tie me, it hurts.”

Zhao Wei let go of her and kissed her face. "Baby is really awkward." He added: "A few days later, I will let you send the shoe mold to your hand. You can do it as you like."

Wei Wei was forced to submit himself, and he was naturally not convinced. He drummed the drums and lifted his toes and took a heavy bite on his chin.

*

It’s been half an hour after coming out of the room.

Wei Wei’s face was barely normal, and the red tide on his face faded a lot, but it was still a little uncomfortable. On the other hand, behind her, Zhao Wei's face is smiling, and her face is full of sorrow. She wants to eat the little girl in front of her. Even if she didn't make the last step, she also measured the size of her little peach by hand and mouth. .

The skin is crystal clear, white and flawless, and it feels slippery and not slippery. It is just too fragile, and it always makes people worry that she will be broken if she accidentally.

Wei Wei did not even call "big brother" this time. He blushes and points to his nose and says, "You don't follow me."

Zhao Yili was in the door, smiling, and nodded obediently.

Wei Wei didn't want to be seen by her and Zhao Wei coming out of a room. She went out first and looked around. The foot that just stepped out was shrunk back.

In the other side of the room, two people walked out and walked out to the stairway. The other party had not seen Wei Wei, and Wei Wei first saw them.

One man and one woman. The man wears a white-colored calamus-printed solid yarn and a gold-filled garment. The age is not confusing, and the temperament is elegant and dusty. When laughing, it makes people feel like spring breeze. The woman is a middle-aged woman, wearing a passionate Song Jin round neck jersey and a tangled lotus satin horse skirt, wearing a swaying crane with a sangpo satin collar and a slanting cloak, the end is elegant and elegant, dignified atmosphere. The two men stood together, just like the couples in the world, and they looked like they had a detachment.

Wei Wei stopped and stood behind the straight door, and the shame in his eyes faded away, leaving only indifference.

Zhao Wei touched her head. "How come back?"

Wei Wei did not speak. After a while, she re-entered from the house and saw that the couple had walked down the stairs and went outside.

The two are intimate and natural, as if they have lived for many years as an old wife.

Wei Wei stood behind the railing and quietly looked at their backs, and there was no expression on his face.

Zhao Wei noticed that she was not right, followed her eyes and whispered a puzzled syllable.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Wei Kun came in from the outside. Obviously, this place has already been known, and today it is well prepared. Wei Kun ran into two people and slammed on him. His eyes stayed on the woman for a moment, and he immediately stared at the man around her. After understanding what was coming, the pain in his eyes even went to the second floor. Wei Wei can see it.

Wei Kun had already ordered people to explore this place. She knew that she lived here, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but come and see.

He saw it now, but he preferred to live from the future.

Wei Kun looked at the woman in front of him, but he said incomplete in one sentence: "You... you are back."

The woman was slightly stiff and nodded for a long time.

Wei Kun’s hand didn’t know where to put it. He had a thousand words to tell her, but he didn’t know which one to say first. Wei Kun’s gaze was placed on the man beside her, and for a long time, she finally took the courage and asked: "This... is it?"

"He is my Xianggong, Fu Xingyun." The woman's voice is not big, but at this time there are fewer guests in the restaurant, and Wei Wei can hear it clearly on the second floor. The woman paused and said: "We are married."

Wei Kun's figure was swaying, his face suddenly became pale, and he was so loud that he barely regained his normal color and wanted to squeeze out a smile, but his mouth was pulled and pulled, and he could not laugh.

Wei Kun perceives the gaze upstairs and looks up at it. He is surprised at the frosty eyes of Wei Wei. "Auntie..."

The woman smelled and shook her head and looked upstairs.

Wei Wei secretly gripped the handrail in his hand.

That face, Wei Wei once saw it in Wei Kun’s study. Wei Wei met her several times, once on the street, once in the Daxiong Hall of Daci Temple. Wei Wei recognized her at first sight. This person is her mother Jiang Miaolan.