Mother Song greeted with a smile, "It turned out to be Yun Xiu! It's really different from when I was a kid! They've grown into big kids!"

Bo Yunxiu pursed his lips slightly, his eyes wandered between the two, and his tone was slow: "Lang is talented and beautiful...... What a match made in heaven!"

It was obviously a sincere blessing, but Duan Hanshuang heard a hint of mockery.

She pulled her back behind her back, clenched into a fist, and her face still looked invulnerable.

Mother Song couldn't close her mouth when she heard the praise and smile, "What about you, you're about to get married this year, right?" I think your brother is getting married, and there are a lot of happy events this year......

Bo Yunxiu smiled, "I'm married......

He looked at Duan Hanshuang and hooked his lips meaningfully, "I don't know when......

"But I'm sure my bride ......," he paused, and said leisurely, "she will be prettier than her."

Mother Song's face was slightly paused and a little ugly.

Bo Yunxiu didn't care at all, and the atmosphere at the scene gradually solidified, he raised his hand slowly, "Pick out all your most expensive clothes for me, I want to try them one by one."

He didn't want to deal with anyone else, and was led by the manager of the bridal shop to the super member's private room.

Duan Hanshuang's clenched hand was slightly loosened.

Song Yishen's brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at Duan Hanshuang, as if he had a heart, and said in unison: "Good-looking......

Duan Hanshuang wanted to ask, but Song Yishen nodded, "I'm almost unrecognizable to you when you're beautiful."

"I wish you could dress like this when you get married......

"What's so hard about this! When the time comes, it would be better if you chose your wedding date as soon as possible!" Mother Song said as a matter of course.

The wedding dress planner also echoed: "Yes, yes, we will keep this wedding dress for you!"

"What are you keeping, do you think we can't afford it?" Mother Song's anger at Bo Yunxiu hasn't been spilled yet, and now she wants to get angry when she catches the service staff.

The planner shook his head again and again, and said with sincere fear, "No, I didn't mean that!"

Mother Song glanced at her, "Hmph!"

"We bought this wedding dress." Song Yishen's gaze was reluctant to take his eyes off her for a moment.

Duan Hanshuang frowned slightly, pulled Song Yishen aside, and asked in a low voice, "You also know that we may not be able to get married, why should we spend money to buy a wedding dress?" I wear this just to let you see what Chu Qiao looks like in a wedding dress......

She realized that the person next to her was stunned, and added, "Although I am not Chu Qiao, my face looks like her, and I may be able to make up for your regrets."

Song Yishen: "You wore it for me?"

Duan Hanshuang was afraid that he would mistakenly think that he had ulterior motives for him, so he explained again, "It's just to make up for your regrets a little, and nothing else."

"I know," a trace of loneliness crossed Song Yishen's eyes, "I can feel his appearance, you are nervous."

Duan Hanshuang couldn't deny it, and when she looked up at those extremely dangerous eyes, she did miss a beat in her heart.

Song Yi pursed her lips deeply, took a few steps back, and looked at her peerless wedding dress, which was nothing to be desired.

"Can I take a picture?" He raised his phone.

"What else are you shooting?" Mother Song took the mobile phone in his hand and said to Song Yishen, "You stand together, I'll take a picture of you!"

Mother Song took a few photos carefully, and then listened to the wedding planner on the side and said, "We also have first-class cameramen with first-class skills, who can follow the whole process, and will also plan the most perfect wedding photos for you!"

Mother Song: "You can arrange it, and then put it on the agenda after the engagement, right?"

Duan Hanshuang didn't expect to be in such a hurry, a little cramped under his eyes, Song Yishen on the side patted her shoulder as if comforted, turned his head and smiled at Mother Song and said, "I'm here to try on clothes today, and I'll talk about it later."

"You're tired today, aren't you? Let's go back early after trying on clothes, we might have to stand all day tomorrow!"

Duan Hanshuang's eyes flashed with gratitude, and he nodded again and again.

It would be best to walk away when Bo Yunxiu came out.

I was really afraid of something, when Duan Hanshuang hurriedly took off his wedding dress and changed back into his clothes, everyone in the fitting room went out to hang up his wedding dress.

Duan Hanshuang hurriedly put on his shoes, glanced at the ground casually, and saw a pair of black military boots.

This is not Song Yishen's.

She was familiar with the standing posture.

In an instant, her blood flowed backwards, and her whole body turned her head stiffly and mechanically, and her eyes slowly moved up from his feet to his face.

Duan Hanshuang hurriedly retreated, forced into a corner, a strong breath came to her face, like a calm sea level suddenly set off a storm, she sat on a lonely boat, bearing his cold gaze, she was about to drown in this deep sea.

"Y-What are you doing here?" Duan Hanshuang tried his best to stabilize his mind, but panic still overflowed from his mouth, trembling slightly: "This is the women's fitting room! Get me out!"

"If you don't go out again, I'll go out!"

She scolded him angrily and tried to leave, but he was grabbed by his big hand and slammed against the wall, and the carvings on the wall were uneven and her shoulder blades hurt.

The tails of Duan Hanshuang's eyes quickly turned red, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

"It's so painful for you to be with me? I was so happy trying on clothes, but I can't wait to leave when I see me?"

Duan Hanshuang couldn't deny, "Since you like it so much here, isn't it just right for me to give it to you?"

"You don't know what I like?" Bo Yunxiu asked rhetorically, "I like this, you know? And this ......."

His hand gradually shifted downward, and the slow friction caused the blood to flow backwards from the frost, and the hairs stood on end.

"Do you want to scream?" Bo Yunxiu looked unruly and evil, "If you call it out, it will be heard by people outside, what should I do? I will not let him see you in my arms......

"Bo Yunxiu ......" Duan Hanshuang couldn't listen to his foul language, and gritted his teeth and said, "I almost thought you had changed sex, but I didn't expect you to still look like this!" It's still disgusting!"

"But what can you do? You just need to shout now, someone will come in, and they will come in to protect you immediately," Bo Yunxiu squinted his eyes slightly, and his voice was low and long:

"I will also see you and me...... And you will guess, what is our relationship?"

Duan Hanshuang swallowed in horror, his suggestive movements became more and more obvious, and Duan Hanshuang's heart also raised his throat.

It was as if there was a knife hanging from her neck, ready to kill her at any moment.

"Bo Yunxiu, I beg you to ......" Duan Hanshuang still gritted his teeth and said something he hated, "I beg you not to treat me like this......

"I'm going to hate you......"

"Say what?" He stared at her fiercely in his eyes, "Give you another chance, tell me well."

The low, hoarse voice is like a beast lurking in the shadows, resting, and the sound it makes is still terrifying.

Duan Hanshuang was forced by his pressure, trembling slightly, and said, "I'm sorry...... I—I'm wrong, I don't hate you...... I don't hate it anymore—"

"Hmm!"

Forcibly locked her in his arms, the fierce kiss swept through her last breath, the carvings on the wall felt embedded in the flesh, and tears of pain fell straight down.

"Buckle button!"

A knock on the door disturbed Bo Yunxiu, and the girl in his arms was also stunned.

"Mrs. Song, have you changed your clothes?"

Duan Hanshuang pushed him, and her strength was like a grasshopper shaking the tree in front of him, and she couldn't shake half a point at all.

I only heard a cold voice from above, "What a Mrs. Song......

"Got into character so quickly?"

A dryness rose between his eyebrows, and he lifted his hand to pinch her chin, looking at the reflection of himself in her eyes.

The delicate slap face was ravaged with tears, his eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was red, like a little white rabbit who had been greatly wronged, trembling but without backhand.

Bo Yunxiu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb and fingertips, and issued a low order: "Don't cry."

Duan Hanshuang bit his cheeks, and the nails of his hands sank into the flesh because of the clenching.

"Mrs. Song?" The people outside the door were still knocking on the door.

"Still not answered?" Bo Yunxiu reminded: "If you don't speak, she won't be the only one who comes in."

Duan Hanshuang's heart was alarmed, and he immediately said, "I'll go out immediately!"

"Oh good, I thought you were in some trouble inside, so call me if you have a problem."

Duan Hanshuang stabilized his voice, "Don't bother, I'll get dressed and go out!"

"Okay, Mrs. Song."

"Can you let me go now? If I don't go out again, I'll be the only one who will spread the scandal."

Bo Yunxiu reluctantly left her lips, moved to her ear again, and whispered a warning, "Don't ask him to touch you."

Duan Hanshuang instinctively wanted to refute, but stopped in time.

Under his gaze, she hurriedly dressed and hurriedly lifted her feet to leave.

Unexpectedly, the collar was grabbed all of a sudden, and a mellow alarm sound came from behind him: "Remember what I said?"

"Remember, remember."

Bo Yunxiu let go of her and watched her back disappear at the door.

Song Yishen looked at her with a shocked look on his face, and looked back puzzled: "What's wrong? Why is your face so ugly?"

"It's okay, let's go." Duan Hanshuang kept urging, "I'm tired, I want to go back and rest."

Song Yishen didn't bother too much, held her hand, a trace of surprise passed in his eyes, pursed his lips and didn't speak, just put her hand into his pocket.

Mother Song was called out to go shopping by several old sisters, so she left one step ahead of them.

Now there are only her and Song Yishen in the car.

"Chu Luo's ......"

Song Yishen's brows furrowed slightly, "So what bothered you was about this?"

Duan Hanshuang was stunned for a moment, and then responded, "She won't make any more trouble over there, right?"

"Song Yin will watch her."

Duan Hanshuang pondered for a moment before nodding heavily, "Okay."

"Are you nervous?"

"It's fine."

Song Yishen poked her, "Then why are your hands shaking?"

"I ......"

Duan Hanshuang wanted to speak and stopped, and said again and again, "What about after the engagement?"