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"Is my mother embarrassed for you?" Beichen took a fruit and sent it to Zitong's mouth.

"No, we had a great chat." Zitong took a bite of his hand, pinched one over, and fed it to him, "Your mother is very good, I like it very much." ”

Although she was leading the way in what she said just now, Zitong could also see that Mrs. Qingyou was a very open-minded person, otherwise, she would not have been allowed to control the right to speak.

But whoever is a mother, who is not pampering her son, Mrs. Qingyou's first sentence is to point out that Beichen has a bad temper and let her take care of it, and her generosity during this period is self-evident.

For this future mother-in-law, the purple pupil has a very good impression.

Beichen saw that her little face was full of smiles, and he was relieved.

The two of them ate all the way back to the Peacock Building, and the bride girl who was waiting in the building was about to go crazy, and when she heard that the purple pupil was back, she immediately poured out of the room, surrounded her, and helped her to walk into the hall.

"What are you doing here?!"

Looking at these people's robbing looks, Beichen just showed displeasure on his face.

"Young master!" A maid who had been with him all the year round hurriedly stepped forward and cautiously persuaded, "The bridesmaids should dress up the young lady, according to the rules, you can't come in at this time." ”

Purple Pupil turned his face back from the crowd and made him smile and wave his hand, "Beichen, you go and prepare too!" ”

A male attendant had already come up and asked him to prepare in another courtyard.

Although Beichen didn't like these red tapes, after all, this was his big wedding with Zitong, of course he couldn't ignore it, and immediately left with the male waiter and went to prepare.

In the room, a maid had already prepared hot water, and a group of people walked into the bathroom with purple pupils, and a bride came forward to help her untie her clothes.

"I'll just do it myself." Purple Hitomi took a step back and withdrew her palm.

The bride frowned and said, "Young lady, this is not ...... proper manners."

Purple Pupil's face grimaced, "Everyone put their things down and go out." ”

Her body, even Beichen didn't look at it completely, how could she let them peep?!

Seeing that her face was cold, the bridesmaids were all chilled, and immediately withdrew from the door, the purple pupil was not at ease, and released the burning sky to guard the door, so that she could bathe with peace of mind.

Smelling the scent of the water, Purple Hitomi just sneezed uncontrollably.

These guys don't know how much petal essential oil they put in the pool, although they can't laugh or cry, Purple Pupil still endures soaking for a while, and when she comes out of the bath, she transforms into a little incense person.

Wipe off the water stains on her body, put on the small clothes prepared by the happy girls, and look at the countless dresses on the shelves, Zi Tong just frowned.

So many clothes, are they all for her?!

Helpless, she had no choice but to raise her voice to summon everyone in.

The crowd rushed in, and then they put three layers of those clothes on her body.

Layered on top of each other, all of them are wide robes with big sleeves, and there are several layers of tails, which is really cumbersome.

Purple Hitomi raised her arm with countless heavy sleeves, "These, all of them have to be worn?" ”

Xi Niang was so anxious that she knelt on the ground, "Grandma Hui, there are nine layers of this dress, which means that the world lasts forever, and the flower ornaments of each layer of clothing are different, and they also have their own metaphors, you must wear them all." ”

Purple Hitomi looked at the two remaining clothes on the shelf, "Okay, I'll wear it!" ”

For the sake of Beichen, she endured it!

Finally, all the tops of the nine-layer wedding dress, and the purple pupils that had been wrapped into small rice dumplings were hugged by everyone and returned to the room and began to make up.