Chapter 32: Ye Xingyu's hand is injured!

This area is highly luxurious and custom-made.

Xie Qingcen glanced twice, "Are you all designing these evening dresses?" ”

"Yes."

"It's beautiful." Xie Qingcen complimented.

Feng Ruoruo said: "Sister Qingcen, I remember that you can dance, you choose an elegant one, and when the time comes, you can dance with your cousin at the birthday banquet, how beautiful the picture is." ”

"It's beautiful." Xie Qingcen responded, pointed to one of the white evening dresses, and asked Feng Boyan next to him, "Bo Yan, what do you think of that white set?" ”

Feng Boyan glanced at it, and his voice was clear, "It's okay." ”

"Then I'll try that." Xie Qingcen smiled and said to Ye Xingyu: "Xingyu, I'm sorry for you." ”

Ye Xingyu had been lowering his head beside him, and when he heard her words, he smiled, "It's not troublesome." ”

She called her assistant over and took off the evening dress for Xie Qingcen to try on.

"Bo Yan, I'm going to try on clothes first, you wait for me here." Xie Qingcen spoke gently.

Feng Boyan looked at his phone, as if he was working, and bowed his head lightly, "Hmm." ”

Xie Qingcen smiled and walked over to Ye Xingyu, the dress had been taken off, Ye Xingyu was in the fitting room, and was about to walk out, Xie Qingcen said, "Xingyu, come in and help me wear it together." ”

Ye Xingyu paused and replied, "Okay." ”

The two of them went into the fitting room.

Xie Qingcen took off the clothes on his body, revealing his bumpy figure.

She touched her belly, which was not yet bulging, and deliberately asked, "Xingyu, do you think my belly looks big now?" ”

Ye Xingyu was dealing with the skirt, and Wen Yan glanced at her belly, which was temporarily flat, and she couldn't see anything.

She said softly, "I haven't shown my feelings yet." ”

"Yes, my birthday happens to be in this month, and if I am pregnant next month, I won't be able to wear this kind of waist dress." Xie Qingcen smiled happily, "By the way, Xingyu, your bag, is it really Bo Yan who shouldn't throw it away?" ”

That bag, in fact, she also wants.

She was very happy when she saw that Feng Boyan had ordered it, thinking that the bag would be given to her, but she didn't expect it to be in Ye Xingyu's hands.

"Well, he didn't want it, I picked it up in the trash." So as not to cause her misunderstanding, Ye Xingyu explained clearly, she now hopes that Feng Boyan and Xie Qingcen will be fine, so that her father can come out.

Xie Qingcen nodded, there was a smile on the corner of his lips, but it couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Dressed." Ye Xingyu helped Xie Qingcen put on the dress, Xie Qingcen glanced down, didn't know how, and suddenly bumped into Ye Xingyu's hand.

Ye Xingyu's injured hand hit the soft stool next to her, and she grinned in pain.

"Xingyu, what's wrong with you? Did I accidentally bump into you? Xie Qingcen looked at her guiltily.

Ye Xingyu shook his head, his lips were a little pale, "It's okay." ”

It just bumped it and it didn't hurt anymore soon.

Ye Xingyu carried the hem of her skirt and walked out with Xie Qingcen.

Feng Boyan lifted his eyes and saw Ye Xingyu carrying his skirt like a servant.

And Xie Qingcen, like a beautiful peacock, stood in the light and asked Feng Bo Yan with a smile, "Bo Yan, is this dress suitable for me?" ”

Feng Boyan sat on the sofa and said calmly: "It's good." ”

"Really?" Xie Qingcen smiled softly and lovely, turned his head, and looked at his beautiful self in the mirror.

Feng Ruoruo came over and originally wanted to find the shortcomings of the dress, but the upper body of this dress was so good-looking that she could hardly find any shortcomings.

She had nothing to say, and praised: "Sister Qingcen looks good in anything!" ”

"How can it be so exaggerated as you say, but Xingyu is so powerful, and the finished product designed looks so good to wear." Xie Qingcen smiled, "But I think there is too much fabric here at the waist, I want to collect a little more, and the skirt is too long, I'm afraid that I will step on it then, I want to make it shorter." ”

She looked at Ye Xingyu, "Xingyu, you won't dislike me for asking too much, right?" ”

"No, it won't." She was pregnant, and it was normal to be afraid of falling, so Ye Xingyu asked the assistant to bring a measuring tape.

The assistant was about to squat down to measure Xie Qingcen's skirt, Xie Qingcen said: "Xingyu, I'm afraid that the little assistant will not measure it accurately, you can help me measure it yourself." ”

"Okay." Ye Xingyu nodded.

is quite aggrieved, but when she thinks of a set of luxury dresses of hundreds of thousands, she is balanced in her heart, and she can earn one or two hundred thousand yuan for a single order, so she should charge the nest fee.

Ye Xingyu squatted down, pulled the measuring tape with his red and swollen hand, and gave Xie Qingcen a measuring skirt, "Miss Xie, how much do you want to change it short?" ”

"A little below your knees." Xie Qingcen looked in the mirror, Ye Xingyu was squatting in front of her at this moment, like a servant.

Xie Qingcen's heart was much happier.

But Feng Ruoruo next to her had other plans, she saw Ye Xingyu's injured hand, and thought that if there was an accident, her hand would never be able to draw!

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, pretending to fall, and slammed it into Ye Xingyu's hand.

Ye Xingyu felt a dark shadow above his head, and his heart froze, so he rolled to the side and dodged.

She wasn't hurt.

But Feng Ruoruo's side was not so good, she fell on Xie Qingcen's skirt and bumped into Xie Qingcen, which made Xie Qingcen sigh in pain.

Xie Qingcen subconsciously held his stomach and glanced at Feng Ruoruo, his eyes were full of ruthlessness.

But in just a second, it dispersed, and Xie Qingcen became soft and weak again, "Ruoruo, what are you doing?" ”

Feng Ruoruo fell so hard that her head hurt, touched her head and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Qingcen, the floor in Ye Xingyu's studio is too slippery, and I accidentally fell down while wearing high heels." ”

She threw the pot on Ye Xingyu.

Feng Boyan was talking on the phone, when he heard a voice coming over, his cold eyebrows frowned, "What's going on?" ”

"The ground is too slippery, Ruoruo falls." Xie Qingcen explained softly.

"You didn't get hit in the stomach, did you?" Feng Boyan asked her.

Xie Qingcen shook his head, "It's okay, if you hit my foot, your stomach will be fine." ”

Feng Boyan looked at Ye Xingyu, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Ye Xingyu's face was calm.

She saw all his nervousness about the child just now.

Ye Xingyu's heart was like ashes.

"Ye Xingyu, the floor in your studio is too slippery, and you haven't even laid a carpet, so you fell me now, how do you want to compensate?" Feng Ruoruo got up and accused her.

Ye Xingyu frowned, and was about to speak, when Feng Boyan said coldly: "You shut up." ”

Feng Ruoruo was slightly stunned, "Cousin, I am the victim." ”

"Who told you not to walk?" Feng Boyan glanced at her coldly.

Feng Ruoruo didn't dare to make a mistake.

When Ye Xingyu was surprised, he actually helped her slap Feng Ruoruo and raised her eyes to look at him.

His facial lines were tense, and he looked very displeased.

"It won't bother you, will it?" At this moment, Pei Yanyu's voice came from outside the door.

The crowd looked over.

Pei Yanyu walked in with his secretary, carrying a box of cakes in his hand.