Chapter 240: Naked Show-off

For a person like Liang Yuyao, Lu Yiyi found a word to describe this person, which can completely summarize his temperament, that is-black belly.

Yes, he has a black belly, looks full of smiles, gentle and harmless, who knows how dark it is in his bones, if he wants to, it only takes a few seconds to calculate that Chen Jiaojiao can fall into the dung pit a few meters away!

However, Lu Yiyi was embarrassed to find that she was in a position that was neither high nor low, she couldn't exclude Liang Yujiao too much, and she couldn't guide Chen Jiaojiao to stay away from him.

In short, just go with the flow.

So Lu Yiyi threw down a sentence, although it seemed to be said to Liang Yuyao, but he shouted loudly into the microphone: "Mr. Liang, I don't know what benefits it will be for you to improve Jiaojiao's IQ?" ”

After speaking, Lu Yiyi heard a chuckle again, laughing so creepily that she decisively let her hang up the phone.

Yes! Sure enough, it was hopeless.

As the sun set, Lu Yiyi took the last sip of Mocha at the bottom of the cup into his mouth, held his mobile phone, looked at all kinds of couples, and recalled Chen Jiaojiao's words in his mind.

Yes, he didn't propose, and now he doesn't expect to get married.

Although Lu Yiyi has always felt that if he proposed, like Shen Ya, he would definitely put up a big screen and write words like "I love you" and "marry me" on the screen, which would be very cheesy, but on the one hand, she disliked the cheesy, but she hoped that there would be such a scene, as if she was announcing to the world how happy she was to be liked by him.

Lu Yiyi admits that this kind of idea is to show off, to show off nakedly, but sometimes this show off is necessary, not to show how vain a woman who likes to show off is, but her show off plot just wants to prove how much the man she likes loves her and how worth the bet she has made all her life.

She remembered that she had read a sentence -

A man's preparation for marriage may only take a maximum of a year from the time he plans to get married, while a woman is preparing for marriage from the moment she puts her headscarf over her head at the age of five or six.

So when a woman wants to get married, everything is arranged according to her vision, flowers, wedding dresses, scenes, and even food, but the most important thing is that she needs a man who understands how important these things are to her.

Lu Yiyi stood up and walked around the corner, where there was a place called Elizabeth's Shop, which was full of white wedding dresses.

In front of the window, a plastic model hangs a princess line-shaped wedding dress, the upper body is wrapped with yarn to wrap the close-fitting waistline of the bandeau, there is no superfluous embellishment, the pure white pleats are the perfect decoration, the loose skirt of the lower body pulls out a smooth line, a long drag, and a light veil.

Lu Yiyi was stunned, walked to the glass window, and through the reflection of the smooth glass panel, Lu Yiyi's head happened to be reflected above the plastic model's neck.

Through the glass, it looks as if Lu Yi is wearing it on her body, and you can imagine the picture of her wearing a wedding dress for a while.

At this moment, a voice sounded beside her, with a familiar voice, interrupting her foolish thoughts, concise and clear: "Good-looking." ”

Lu Yi came back to her senses in a hurry, obviously she was still in a meeting, and the person she saw at least an hour later appeared beside her and looked at the picture reflected in the glass with her.

"Why are you here?" Lu Yiyi looked at Shen Ya and asked, with such a big Paris, the possibility of meeting on the street is almost zero, and the key is that he is not still busy?

Shen Ya didn't answer, but turned his face, stared at Lu Yiyi's surprised face, and said with a light smile: "Why don't you ask me, what am I talking about?" ”

Lu Yi blinked, glanced at the window, and said in a daze: "Of course, I'm talking about the wedding dress designed by designer Elizabeth." Could it be that it is me? ”

"It's you."