Chapter 457

Jiang Anzhi whispered a word in her ear at the beginning of the wind and haze, and the next second she felt the heat of a familiar place.

At the beginning of the wind haze, he looked up and glared at Jiang'an: "hooligan."

Jiang An's helpless hook lips: "I still so, not to mention other men?"

He is the only one who appreciates his wife's excellent figure.

Don't even think about it.

"Other people don't have your mind."

Feng LAN rolled her eyes at the beginning. Seeing Jiang Anzhi's expression just now, she thought she was ugly in this dress. But just change it. Anyway, she has no feeling for the tightly wrapped clothes. It's hard for her to walk.

Wind LAN early turn around to want to go to the sofa to sit, but Jiang An of a pull her wrist, gently take her in the arms.

Wind haze early back against Jiang Anzhi's chest, two people stand facing the floor mirror.

In the mirror, a couple of Bi Ren are like the most beautiful male and female masters in an oil painting. Men are tall, shoulders wide, legs long, and women are exquisite and graceful.

It's like a prince and a princess.

Jiang Anzhi's hand was on Feng Lanchu's waist, and he swam up inch by inch, while the other hand was down, covering her soft and somewhere with his palm.

Jiang Anzhi leaned slightly to her ear, but her eyes were staring at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, and her thin lips gently opened: "only I can see your beauty."

Fenglanchu is flushed by the mirror picture and Jiang Anzhi's straightforward words. She wants to move, but Jiang Anzhi slightly buckles her, and her thin lip nibbles at fenglanchu's neck: "I really want to be here..."

Wind haze first fall, he said in his arms: "you don't mess."

……

Well, of course he knows.

Jiang Anzhi reluctantly let go of the restriction to fenglanchu and help her well.

"It's a pity you put on your make-up." Otherwise, it's better to kiss her to satisfy her craving, Jiang said regretfully.

Glancing at the snow white in front of him, Jiang Anzhi still couldn't help bending over and licking it.

"..." Feng Lanchu silently raised her fist. Cao, if Uncle Jiang goes too far, she will revolt.

Jiang Anzhi, however, knows the bottom line of the beginning of the wind and haze. He can taste the snow white, and then he can retreat.

As soon as they got back to the sofa, Tony and brother Chen came in with a bunch of clothes.

Finally, Fenglan changed into a normal white dress, with one shoulder but only the clavicle exposed, and the extra part was not exposed. Below the waist was a layer upon layer of white gauze cake skirt. The skirt was not big, but it was gorgeous as a princess and pretty as a girl.

Although not as glamorous as cherry purple skirt, this skirt is also very beautiful.

The most important thing is that it can walk freely, and fenglanchu is very satisfied with it.

This time, Jiang'an is silent, just nodding.

After getting Jiang Anzhi's approval, Tony began to boast: "although this skirt is conventional in style, the small details are very exquisite, and this one is also very difficult to take. Many big flowers and small flowers are staring at."

At the beginning of Feng LAN, she didn't know how fierce the female stars in the entertainment circle were fighting for Gao Ding. She just guessed that it was not easy, so she nodded her thanks to Tony.

"I'll comb a ball for you."

The bottom of the skirt is stacked, and the hair will be cumbersome.

Tony takes out his professionalism to judge her. He has always been able to distinguish between outdoor service and "Gaoding" service. What can Feng Lanchu say? You can only be honest at your disposal.

After Toni helps Feng Lanchu get her hair done, he looks at the doll made by himself. He is not too satisfied. He suddenly finds that her neck is red.

"Why? When is it red? Is it an allergy? " Tony frowned nervously. He forgot to give Mr. Xiaofeng a subcutaneous test just now. It would be terrible if he was allergic to make-up.

The wind haze beginning subconsciously looked one eye, embarrassed ground covers with the hand: "carelessly scratched, for a while good."