Song Lichu was so angry that she stomped her feet: "You are different, you are my husband, I don't follow you, who do I follow?" It's really ......."

Wen Qingye heard this, and his heart was sweet: "Yes." ”

"What is called, it is meant to be."

"Well, then remember it for a lifetime, don't lose it!"

After speaking, Wen Qingye glanced at her with a gentle look.

Song Lichu found that he had fallen into his language trap, and turned his head angrily: "No, if you don't behave well, I won't follow you, and I will just throw you away!" ”

Wen Qingye hooked his lips: "Okay, I'll behave well." ”

This guy can really hook people's souls, especially those eyes that can draw wire.

After hitting her and saying she liked his face, she found that he was getting more and more able to use his strengths.

From time to time, I like to hook myself with his face, really don't go too far.

After eating ice cream, the two walked out of the school and were about to look for the bus back, when Song Lichu, who was looking around, accidentally glanced at a photo studio not far away.

Thinking about it, the two of them don't seem to have any other photos except for wedding photos.

If they are separated in the future, he may not even have a thought of the original owner, and then he doesn't know if he can stand it.

Now go take a photo and leave a souvenir, anyway, this body is indeed the original owner's, she went to take pictures with him, and he should not feel so uncomfortable in the future.

With an idea in his heart, Song Lichu immediately put it into action, reached out and pulled Wen Qingye's sleeve.

"Would you like to take a picture?"

Wen Qingye glanced in the direction pointed by Song Lichu and found that there was a big photo studio hanging on a red house not far away.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Lichu, who was full of interest beside him: "Do you want to take it?" ”

"Well, I thought, do you want to go?"

Wen Qingye has no experience in taking pictures, but since she likes it, it doesn't hurt to take a picture.

Eventually, the two walked into the old-fashioned photo studio together.

The photo studio displays a variety of photo samples from this era, which in the eyes of later generations is a proper and cheap photo studio style.

But in the eyes of people in this era, this is fashion, Song Lichu looked at the girl in the window and took a single look.

The shopkeeper is also a thief, and when he saw Song Lichu like this, he thought that she had taken a fancy to this style, so he hurriedly stepped forward to introduce it.

"This is the most popular model in our store this year, the girl is so good-looking, she must be more amazing than this model photo when she changes her clothes!"

Song Lichu burst out laughing, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I'm not suitable for this style." ”

"What does that girl like? Our store is at the forefront of fashion here, and there are all kinds of models, so I won't believe me to show you. ”

It's probably because no customers have come in for a long time today, and the boss is trying his best to make their business.

When Song Lichu took advantage of the store to go in to find the photo album, he saw a blue and white porcelain white Chinese cheongsam hanging on a hanger not far from his store.

On the cheongsam, it is the most classic of this era, and the reform and opening up is about to be carried out, and everyone will gradually become more open to the comfort of dressing.

But there are very few people who can really wear the cheongsam with charm, Song Lichu used to wear the cheongsam when her grandmother got married, but because the size was not very suitable, she didn't succeed in the end.

The original owner himself is in good shape, and there is no ambiguity where there should be meat, and where there should be meat, there is no fat at all, and the main one is obedient.

Song Li thought at the beginning, if the original owner's figure wore this set of clothes, it should look good!

With the unique elegance of her clothes, the film that comes out must be good.

Wen Qingye saw that she couldn't take her eyes off the cheongsam, so she took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to try it?" ”

Song Lichu looked back at him: "Is it okay?" ”

"Well, I'm going to talk to the boss."

"Okay."

Song Lichu really likes to get along with Wen Qingye, he doesn't talk much, but he has high emotional intelligence and a smart brain, when he is with him, many times she doesn't need to explain too much, he seems to be able to understand her.

After Wen Qingye explained his idea to the store, the store also took off the cheongsam happily.

When he handed it to Song Lichu, he advised: "This cheongsam, please be careful when you try it on, this is my wife's favorite one, it is broken, I can't explain it to her!" ”

Song Lichu, who had just taken over the cheongsam, heard that it was the boss's favorite, and suddenly felt a little hot when she held it in her hand.

"Ah, then forget it, a gentleman doesn't win people's love!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "No, no, the girl misunderstood what I meant, although my lover likes this cheongsam, but after she gave birth, her figure is a little happy and fat, and she can't wear it anymore, it doesn't matter if you try it on, as long as it doesn't break!" ”

"Well, okay, I'll be careful."

"Good good ......"

The shopkeeper was obviously a little embarrassed when he said this, but fortunately, Song Lichu was reasonable, which alleviated his embarrassment.

The boss took advantage of Song Li's first attempt on clothes, and deliberately took out a men's light gray robe that he had kept for a long time and handed it to Wen Qingye.

"This outfit is a perfect match for the one on your subject, would you like to try it together?"

Wen Qingye didn't pay much attention to this dress, but heard the store say that this dress matched Song Lichu's body, so he took it without saying a word.

"Is there a fitting room?"

"Yes, yes, next door."

"Thank you."

When Wen Qingye came out, Song Lichu was still rubbing inside.

Worried about whether her clothes were inappropriate and couldn't be worn, Wen Qingye cautiously walked outside her fitting room.

"Isn't it appropriate?"

Song Lichu, who was standing in the fitting room and kept pulling the skirt with a high slit, heard Wen Qingye's voice and didn't know how to answer him.

After hesitating, I decided to go out and have a look, anyway, it's not that I didn't wear the little pants inside, but it's just that the fork is a little higher, they are all adults, and I'm afraid of a fart.

Song Lichu, who gave himself the courage, coiled up his hair a little, then bit his lip with his teeth to make the lip flap as much color as possible, and finally took a deep breath, gently opened the curtain and walked out.

As the curtain was removed, the moment Wen Qingye saw Song Lichu who came out, he almost thought he had seen a contemporary star.

The convex and backward figure sets off every point of the cheongsam vividly, especially the slit part, which is sexy but not kitsch, and every point is grasped just right.

Looking at her walking towards him little by little, Wen Qingye's heart suddenly stopped beating, and even his breathing became disordered.

The shopkeeper watched Song Lichu walk out, and the smile on his face really couldn't stop.

"My God, this cheongsam is just like it was tailor-made for you, girl, it really shouldn't be too perfect, you wait, I'll find you an earring and match it."