Chapter 392

"Don't you stay for dinner?" Li Chengjun is carrying large and small food bags in his hand, which looks very rich.

"No, I have something else to do. I'll try your craft another day." Lin can also change his shoes at the porch and walk away in high heels.

The door closed. Li Chengjun classified the ingredients and put them in the refrigerator. I cooked several dishes myself.

To tell you the truth, his cooking standard is really average. Mr. Li has been in the kitchen before. After Zhao yingxuan became pregnant, he began to learn how to cook because he was afraid that the ingredients outside were not fresh.

"I opened a cookbook yesterday. You can try two new dishes." Li Chengjun took chopsticks and put a piece of fish into Zhao yingxuan's bowl.

"Well, it's delicious." Zhao yingxuan said, biting the fish.

Li Chengjun also took a sip, and then, apologetically, said, "it seems that I forgot to put salt. I'm sorry."

"It's very delicious. Pregnant women are not suitable to eat too salty. " Zhao yingxuan took another piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

Li Chengjun holds chopsticks in one hand and Zhao yingxuan in the other. They look at each other and smile.

"Cheng Jun, I want to go to Chengbei prison this afternoon." Zhao yingxuan suddenly said. Yesterday, my mother called and said that my father Zhao Zhixin had done a good job in it, but I miss her very much.

Li Chengjun was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I'll accompany you."

"Good." Zhao yingxuan smiled at him, his eyes soft and warm.

Li Chengjun bowed his head and took the dishes, thinking, that's it. It's time to let go of the old grudges. He is a layman after all, greedy for the warmth of reality.

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The other side. Lin Yi's red Maserati stopped in front of a narrow alley.

She got out of the car with her manuscript and walked along the long stone road towards the alley.

The manuscript in Lin Yi's hand is slightly yellow. It should have been written many years ago. The pencil mark on it is even fuzzy. In the bottom corner, there are several lines: flower's wedding yarn, a Yao and Jing Yu. The date of signing is three years ago.

When Lin Yiyi got the manuscript, he knew that it must be the wrong one. This kind of manuscript, which has a long history and signed names, certainly has different meanings for designers.

Lin also hesitated for a while, but he really liked it. So he decided to try it.

At the end of the alley, there is a glass house with a small area, less than 100 square meters by visual inspection. There are various fashions hanging in the glass window. The sign in front of the door says: far away studio.

Lin can also push the door into the shop. The wind bell on the top of the door shakes and makes a clear sound.

"Hello, you can have a look. The clothes in the shop can be customized." A girl's voice came from the shop.

Lin can also follow the voice to see a girl in her early twenties sitting in the bar, wearing a casual sweater, medium-sized appearance, looks very white.

Lin Yi subconsciously turns around the store. The clothes in the store are very beautiful. Each design has its own ingenuity and features, which is no less than those high-end fashion shops in the city center.

Lin also took a fancy to a Chinese cheongsam at a glance, and the price was more than 2000 yuan. Compared with those expensive high-end fashion shops, the price is good and cheap.

"The clothes in our shop are all designed by our boss himself. They are all hand-made. The color and pattern of the clothes can be changed. It's not easy to bump into your shirt when you wear it like this. " The girl behind the bar came up and handed her a thick picture book.

There are samples of cloth and patterns in the atlas.

Lin can also look at the atlas, casually asked: "in such a remote place, do you usually have guests?"

"There are very few people here. Our shop is basically all acquaintances, and the guests introduced by acquaintances are busy enough. What's more, our boss is particularly good at watching people's food. For those rich wives and rich ladies who have no place to spend money and are particularly picky, they will kill them severely. Those working-class girls earn little. "

Lin Yiyi: "..."

The original business can still do this! She subconsciously looked at herself and felt like a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"Just this one, blue and green bamboo pattern." Lin Yiyi said.

"OK. It's two thousand three, miss. Card or cash. "

"Cash." When Lin opened his handbag for cash, the wedding manuscript fell out.

The girl saw the manuscript at the first sight and said in surprise, "you belong to the wedding company! Just send the manuscript by express delivery. Please send it by yourself. Well, I'll give you a 10% discount on your clothes. "

Lin Yiyi: "..."

She took off her mask and hat and showed her true face. The girl recognized her at once, covering her mouth in surprise, "you, you are Lin Yi!"

Lin also smiled, took out the wedding manuscript, politely asked, "is your boss there? I like her wedding dress very much. I hope I can wear it at my wedding. "

"It turns out that the wedding company is recruiting wedding dresses for you. I wonder who has such a big show." The girl said, and her face showed a bit of embarrassment, "but our boss will definitely not sell this wedding dress."

"The price is negotiable. I don't mind being killed." Lin also joked, "besides, there are a lot of media and celebrities at my wedding. I wear your studio's wedding dress, which is also a free advertisement, which is good for your studio."

After hearing this, the girl shook her head. "Definitely not. Our boss doesn't care about money at all. People who don't look good don't earn much money. Those who have eyes will not make money but give it away. Although I don't know what the meaning of this wedding dress manuscript is, it must be very important to our boss. I accidentally took it wrong and was almost driven away by the boss. She has a good temper and seldom speaks loudly. It's because I took the wrong wedding manuscript and she scolded me to death. "

The girl said, looking at the wedding manuscript, I wish I could take it back.

Lin can also stare at the wedding manuscript, do not want to return at all.

It was at this time that the wind bell at the door of the shop rang. The girl looked at the door and looked relieved. "The boss is back. Talk to her yourself."

Lin can turn around subconsciously, only to see a tall and thin woman, who looks at most twenty-five or six years old, wearing a long Beige windbreaker, very beautiful and delicate, just like the person in the painting.

Lin can always be very confident about his beauty, but at this time he has a feeling of being dumped for several streets.

Where is this little sister from? Even if it is put in the entertainment circle with beautiful women, it is definitely one of the best.

Lin can even feel that standing beside her, she was instantly turned into a firewood girl.