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Qin Yue never thought that Zhao Chunliang arranged a plane to transport her from Shenzhou to England at night in order to make her a tailor.

More than ten hours ago, Qin Yue was rushing to finish the announcement and received a call from Zhao Chunliang, Zhao Chunliang on the phone seemed to have encountered a hundred thousand urgent things, so she immediately set off from the nearest airport, went to the capital airport, and then took the Zhao family's private jet at the capital airport and flew directly to the British country.

Listening to Zhao Chunliang's tone on the phone, Qin Yue thought something was wrong with Zhao Chunliang, and came to England all the way in a worried mood, only to find that Zhao Chunliang didn't say anything about it, and was with Queen Isabella and Wu Mei of Samba Country, and what was even more outrageous was that Zhao Chunliang actually asked her to dress up as a high-end fashion designer.

Despite the hundreds of millions of annoyance in his heart, Qin Yue still endured it, who let Zhao Chunliang be his boss.

"Sister Qin Yue, I really didn't expect that your English name would be Laura!" Wu Mei said with emotion.

"It just so happened that the heroine of the movie I played was called Laura, and in order to make me more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the company named my English name Laura, but I didn't expect it to be crooked, and I became a fashion designer." Qin Yue glanced at Zhao Chunliang helplessly, and found that Zhao Chunliang was kissing me and Isabella, and couldn't help but feel even more angry in my heart.

"Wait a minute, we will go to the most famous hat shop in England to buy hats, you can add anything you like to the hat, this kind of horse racing day, in fact, is not a horse racing theme, but a style competition between British noble women, if a few decades ago, this kind of competition was relatively normal, but then I don't know why, this kind of competition developed into a hat race, every year on the horse race, the noble women will wear a variety of carefully selected strange hats to the racecourse, And every year, the most beautiful hat award will be selected, and whoever can win this award means that she is crowned with beauty. Isabella said with a smile to Wu Mei and Qin Yue.

"I know that, but I still can't stand it if I wear that weird-shaped hat on my head, I'll just pick a normal hat later." Qin Yue said.

"Me too, I'm not interested in what hat awards!" Wu Mei said.

"No wonder we all like Chunliang, it turns out that our tastes are the same, and I'm not interested in weird hats at all!" Isabella said happily.

"Your Majesty, I don't like the boss." Qin Yue hurriedly said.

"That's fine, it's just a matter of time, any woman who gets along with Chunliang will eventually fall in love with him." Isabella said firmly.

"Not necessarily!" Qin Yue's eyes rolled, and then said, "And I haven't gotten along with the boss either." ”

"Isn't this a good time to get along?" Isabella said.

"Your Majesty, although you are the queen, if you tease me like this, I will be angry!" Qin Yue feigned anger and said.

"Take it easy, it's just a joke." Isabella said with a smile.

Qin Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't expect Isabella to answer in the end, "The truth is, you don't need to contact Chunliang, you will also like him!" ”

"Her Majesty!!" Qin Yue said with a smile, "How can there be such a thing as you." ”

Laughing and laughing all the way, the group soon arrived at the most famous hat shop in England.

This is a small shop of only a dozen square meters, located on Brooklyn Avenue, very inconspicuous, compared with the shops next to it, it seems to be Adidas and Adi King.

However, despite the small size of the shop, there are several famous cars parked in front of the door.

Every year when it comes to Race Day, countless nobles come here to make hats, and every hat here is made by the owner here.

Then, as everyone thinks, the eight generations of this boss have made hats.

In a place like the United Kingdom, where there are eight generations of ancestors, it really matters...

"Not everybody gets a hat made by their boss." Isabella got out of the car and said as she walked to the shop, "The owner of this shop is over ninety years old this year, his hands and feet are not flexible, he used to accept some private orders, but now he can't, now he makes some hats on weekdays and puts them up, and then sells them when the race day comes, it is estimated that the whole of England, and Her Majesty can let this boss customize a hat for him." ”

"Cow break!" Zhao Chunliang said, "After all, it is the eighth generation of ancestors who make hats, and the craftsmanship is absolutely sharp." ”

"I don't know, it's my first time here!" Isabella said, pushing the door open.

There were quite a few people in the small shop, and almost all of them were seen at last night's dinner.

These nobles who could not be high in the world all sat in a very comfortable chair at first glance, and then stared at an old man with silver hair in front of them.

The old man was wearing a dress with many pockets, and on his head he wore a strange big hat, like a big mushroom, and he was making a hat with a thimble or something in his hand.

That hat actually looks no different from the hat sold on the street from the outside, but as Zhao Chunliang said, when you are in a high enough position, the you pull is fragrant.

Hearing movement at the door, a group of people looked over, and when they saw that it was Isabella and the others, they immediately stood up and saluted.

Although they don't look down on the nobles from Samba Country very much, these nobles of the British Kingdom should have the same courtesy, after all, this is something they have always been proud of.

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to come to this place!" Kenty. Marta smiled and Isabella said in Kentty. Beside Marta sat Fiona, who had teased Wu Mei yesterday.

"I've heard that the hats here are some of the finest in the whole of England, so I wanted to come and pick one!" Isabella said with a smile.

"Mr. Chekov's hat is not only the most beautiful hat in the whole of England, but also in the whole of Europe, but it is a pity that Mr. Chekov does not accept private orders now, of course, Your Majesty, you are so glorious, I think Mr. Chekov should be very happy to make some hats for you." Kenty. Marta said, looking at the old man, in his opinion, this old man is willing to order a hat for the White Queen, and he should also be willing to make a hat for Isabella, so he said this, in order to win the favor of the queen.

"The hats in the store, choose them yourself." Chekov didn't even raise his head, he was making his hat there.

Kenty. Marta's face was slightly embarrassed, and then he said, "Mr. Chekov, this is the queen of the Samba country, Your Majesty Isabella!" ”

"Whatever hat you want, choose for yourself." Chekov didn't look up, and didn't seem to care about Isabella at all.

"Count Marta, since the old gentleman is busy, let's not disturb him, the hats here are very beautiful, we can just pick them." Isabella laughed.

Isabella's words surprised Chekov a little, because he had seen too many high-ranking nobles doing some high-ranking things, and it was really rare for a king-level like Isabella to be so soft, so Chekov looked up at Isabella, and then, Chekov saw Zhao Chunliang, and his face changed suddenly.

"Your Majesty, this Mr. Chekov basically doesn't make a private hat now, I hope you don't blame him, now in our entire European aristocratic circle, only Her Majesty the White Queen can ask Mr. Chekov to make a hat for him every year!" Kenty. Marta shrugged helplessly.

"You're... Are you from China? Chekov suddenly put down the things in his hand, stood up and stared at Zhao Chunliang and asked.

Zhao Chunliang was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man in front of him with some surprise, and didn't understand why this old man suddenly asked himself like this.

"Are you from Shenzhou?" Chekov asked.

"Yes." Zhao Chunliang nodded.

"You, you, are you surnamed Zhao?" Chekov asked, a little uncertain.

"How do you know?" Zhao Chunliang asked in surprise.

"That's... Then Mr. Zhao Jianyu, who are you? Chekov rushed to Zhao Chunliang excitedly.

"Oops!" Kenty. Marta was originally standing between Zhao Chunliang and Chekov, but he didn't think that Chekov rushed too suddenly, and he ignored him directly, so he was hit by Chekov and didn't fall. After Marta came back to her senses, she saw that Nachekov had already grabbed Zhao Chunliang's hand with an excited expression.

"You... Do you know my dad? Zhao Chunliang asked in surprise.

"Zhao, Mr. Zhao Jianyu, is it your father?" Chekov looked at Zhao Chunliang in astonishment and said, "When I first met Mr. Zhao Jianyu, I was just a child, but he was already an adult, how... How could he be your father? ”

"My dad is in better health." Zhao Chunliang said casually.

"At that time, I felt that Mr. Zhao Jianyu should not be an ordinary person, and now it seems that Mr. Zhao Jianyu should be a sage! Only the sage can stay young for a long time, it's really good, I didn't expect that in my Chekov lifetime, I can still meet the descendants of Mr. Zhao Jianyu, it's really good! You look like him, you look like him! Chekov shouted excitedly.

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded, Chekov, who had been tepid and even drowsy before, would not be so excited when he saw the earl and the queen, how could he be so excited to see a prince from Shenzhou?