Aimo's feet were a little weak, and she fell to the ground with such an unstable center of gravity, and she couldn't stand up for a long time.

"A person of this age doesn't pay attention when he walks." Luo Qifeng frowned, he got up and pulled her up, her hand was cold to the bone.

Ai Yimo didn't speak, she shook her head vigorously, but her vision gradually blurred, and it took a while to regain clarity. Her heart was suddenly restless, could it be...... Is there a problem with the drugs prescribed by the dean?

"Uncomfortable?" Luo Qifeng also noticed that Ai Yimer was abnormal, he reached out to her forehead, and said after a while, "I don't have a fever either!" ”

"I'm fine, maybe I'm tired......" Ai Yimo looked at Luo Qifeng in a daze, his figure completely enveloped him, his breathing was so steady and powerful, she was in a trance.

It's a warm, heart-pounding feeling!

However, Luo Qifeng suddenly withdrew his hand, and his eyes became dark and complicated, "Hurry up and eat, there is something to do later." ”

*****

In the middle of the night, the neon lights on both sides of the street are particularly dazzling.

"You...... What did you bring me here for? Aimer was incredulous, she clutched her seatbelt and couldn't get out of the car.

Why...... Will he come to the bridal shop with her?

"You can't get out of the car? Or - I'm going to carry you in myself? Luo Qifeng's tone was very domineering, "One, two, ......"

Aimer bit her lip, she knew the man wasn't joking, so she had to get out of the car.

……

Ai Yimer huddled in the dressing room, she stared at the various styles of wedding dresses lined up, her heart and mind were in a mess.

"Miss Ai, don't you really need us to change your wedding dress?" Outside the door, the soft voices of stylists and designers can be heard.

"No need to ......" Ai Yimer's voice trembled a little, her eyes were already red, to be honest, she was not unmoved.

However, is Luo Qifeng true or false?

She gently touched the innermost wedding dress, and the elegant and soft touch finally made her unable to help but murmur: "Who are you painting this wedding dress for?" ”

After hanging up Fang Yirou's phone, she unintentionally opened the desk drawer and saw a wedding dress design drawing, each stroke was drawn neatly, such smooth strokes, who else could there be besides Luo Qifeng?

Only, will he personally design the wedding dress for himself?

……

When Ai Yimo walked out accompanied by the stylist, Luo Qifeng's originally gloomy eyes instantly lit up, he looked at her beautiful and unstained dust, and asked in a low voice, "You chose it yourself?" ”

Although she had imagined her wearing a wedding dress countless times, she still amazed him with a light smile on the corner of her lips at this moment!

Ai Yimo nodded, she had never seen Luo Qifeng look like this, "Isn't it good-looking?" After a long silence, she plucked up the courage to ask.

Luo Qifeng didn't speak, but his long body approached her step by step, "It's beautiful." His eyes were very deep, Yi Chun once asked himself in a wedding dress, he promised to design a wedding dress for Yi Chun, but-

Because he was busy with work, he broke his promise!

*****

"What? They're going to try on wedding dresses?! Fang Yirou's eyes were red with anger, and she was about to go crazy with jealousy. She desperately smashed the porcelain in the villa until—

"Tut-tut, who made our eldest lady Fang angry?" Luo Qixuan's cold voice sounded faintly, he helped his sunglasses, and a hideous smile pulled out at the corner of his mouth.