Qin Yinan paused and said, "...... If we go to France, we can also stop by Provence to see lavender......"

When Qin Yinan's words sounded, Song Qingchun's ears just thought of what she said to Su Zhinian: "...... Of course, I also have to stop by to Provence to see the lavender......"

Song Qingchun's fingertips began to exert uncontrollably, and at this time she happened to be carrying a dress in her hand, and the delicately made fabric was a little wrinkled by her.

The little girl who received them couldn't help but remind them loudly: "Miss, I'm sorry, you can't hold on to your clothes so hard." ”

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

The little girl shouted several times, but Song Qingchun didn't react, she looked at Qin Yinan who was standing on the side a little helplessly.

Qin Yinan walked over, stretched out his hand, grabbed Song Qingchun's wrist, and gently pulled the clothes away from her hand: "Song Song? ”

Song Qingchun came back to her senses suddenly, she glanced at Qin Yinan, and only then did she realize that she had lost her temper, she smiled apologetically and said, "I'm fine." Without waiting for Qin Yinan to speak again, she turned around and continued to look at the next piece of clothing, and while looking, she answered Qin Yinan's previous question sluggishly: "Rome." ”

Qin Yinan was stunned for a while, and then he realized that Song Qingchun was referring to the honeymoon, so let's go to Rome.

In his memory, Song Qingchun didn't like Rome? How did she choose this place?

Qin Yinan glanced at Song Qingchun's side face in confusion: "Don't you dislike Rome?" ”

"I don't like it......" Song Qingchun took a long white dress with diamonds, held it up in front of him, compared it in front of him, compared it in the mirror, and continued with a faint expression: "...... Don't you like it, though? ”

"Me?" Qin Yinan smiled dumbly, he took the suit that matched Song Qingchun's long white dress, and compared it in front of him: "When did I say that I like Rome?" How come I don't remember? ”

Song Qingchun put the white dress back on the hanger, glanced at Qin Yinan, didn't think too much about it, and continued to take a dress, and said while comparing it: "Brother Yinan, what kind of amnesia are you pretending, when you sent me an email, you told me more than once that you like Rome." ”

Song Qingchun felt that the dress in his hand at this time was not bad, so he motioned to the little girl to try it on.

Qin Yinan asked the little girl to take a matching suit and kept up with Song Qingchun: "Song Song, what kind of email are you talking about?" When did I email you? ”

Song Qingchun, who was about to enter the locker room, stopped.

Before she could turn her head, she heard Qin Yinan behind her say again: "Why don't I have any impression at all?" ”

What Song Qingchun was about to say was instantly stuck in her throat, she stared at Qin Yinan, who was confused, for a moment, to make sure that he didn't seem to be lying, she chuckled inexplicably in her heart, and then frowned, and said, "That's when you joined the army, you sent an email to me every once in a while......"

Qin Yinan still had that inexplicable expression.

Song Qingchun's eyebrows furrowed even more, an indescribable feeling crawled all over her back, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued to speak more bluntly: "It's that email number, it's 7107207@'s mailbox." ”

PS: This is my mailbox, please don't send me harassing emails! Thank you!