"Brother Jin, do you think it looks good?"

In the bridal shop, Zhuo Xuan, who had just put on her wedding dress, stood in front of Yu Jinwen. Yingying smiled at him, her face filled with the happiness and joy of the bride-to-be.

The originally pale face became radiant.

In order to please her mother-in-law, Zhuo Xuan pulled her curly hair into long black hair and draped it meekly behind her back. For a moment, Yu Jinwen saw Lu Nansong in a trance.

That woman was smiling every day when she was first with him. Later, she was treated coldly by him for a long time, and her smile became less and less.

Yu Jinwen's thoughts gradually drifted away, and things he had never thought about before somehow came flooding out. For example, he suddenly remembered that his last marriage did not have a wedding.

Facing a randomly selected wife, Yu Jinwen only regarded her as a decoration. Not to mention the wedding, he didn't even go to get the certificate. At that time, he was lying on the bed, covered with plaster and steel plates, unable to move.

He didn't even know why Lu Nansong married him, for money or because of Mrs. Yu's nihilistic identity?

"Brother Jin..."

Seeing that the man was stunned for a long time, Zhuo Xuan walked up to him carrying the wedding dress, called him again, and asked him, "Does it look good or not?"

Yu Jinwen came back to his senses and twitched the corner of his mouth, "It looks good."

Zhuo Xuan then smiled with satisfaction, touched her waist again, and said to the designer on the side: "There is still a little fat here, and it doesn't even show my waist shape. Can it be tucked in?"

The designer said: "I'm sorry because our wedding dresses are ordered three months in advance. This one is not your number because you bought it temporarily from another customer.

Her original figure is plumper and plumper than yours... If you want to change it, that's fine, but I'm afraid she won't be able to make it in time for your wedding..."

When Zhuo Xuan heard this, her face suddenly drooped, "So, it's my problem?"

"No, no, you misunderstood..."

The designer was shocked, wondering why his wife, who was gentle and sweet just now, suddenly changed her attitude. She, a humble little designer, couldn't afford to offend your noble wife, so she apologized repeatedly.

Zhuo Xuan still refused to give up, so Yu Jinwen calmly said, "If this one doesn't work, just change it to another one and choose one with the right size."

The designer hurriedly said: "There is also a wedding dress that fits Miss Zhuo's size..."

"I've seen it, I don't like that one, it's too tacky."

Zhuo Xuan coldly rejected the designer's proposal, and then stared into her eyes sadly, "Also, don't call me Miss Zhuo, call me Mrs. Yu."

"..." The designer was shocked.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Yu Jinwen frowned and said quietly: "You go down first, and we will take a look."

The designer just didn't want to wait anymore, so he walked out with the wedding dress he had changed into. He couldn't help complaining to his colleagues: "Is there something wrong with this person? There are so many bullshit and pretentious things. At first glance, he looks like a mistress!"

The voice was neither loud nor quiet, and Zhuo Xuan and Yu Jinwen heard it clearly.

Zhuo Xuan's face turned livid with anger, "What did you say? Who is the mistress? Tell me clearly!"

Angrily, she wanted to drag the designer back, but Yu Jinwen stopped her, "Okay, you are sick, don't be like her."

"How could she say that about me? How could I be the mistress? I met you first, and Lu Nansong is the mistress!"

Zhuo Xuan was so wronged that she covered her face and cried, tugging at Yu Jinwen's clothes, "I don't care, Brother Jin, please drive this designer out of Beicheng. I never want to see her again!"

Yu Jinwen felt that it was unnecessary, but seeing Zhuo Xuan's cheeks flushed with anger and fearing that her body would be affected, he had to coax: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Zhuo Xuan felt proud and pushed further, "Then you have to tell the world and tell everyone that we are the first love and true love. Lu Nansong is just a passerby, and she is the third party between us!"

Yu Jinwen frowned, and reason told him that he should obey the words of the woman he loved.

But I don’t know why, when I heard that name and those words, I felt so uncomfortable.

...

Nan Song declined Bai Qi's offer to take care of her, and just wanted to have a good rest at home.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well this time.

She had expected it very accurately. Not long after she lay down in bed, there was deafening music coming from the next door. It was like a ghost beating a wall, and the noise was earth-shaking.

Nan Song rubbed her brows, almost forgetting that the soundproofing effect at home was not very good. She had complained to her parents about this matter countless times before, but they dismissed it because of her safety concerns.

But everyone in the rose garden knew that the eldest lady was a light sleeper and could not make any movement at night.

It seems that she has been away for three years and needs to establish new rules.

Nanya was kicked out of the second bedroom by Nan Song and was forced to move to the guest room. Looking at the dilapidated room, which was not spacious and exquisite, she was so angry that she became even more angry when she saw her scratched bags!

Why is she sulking here while Nan Song can occupy her room and sleep soundly?

She wouldn't let her sleep! It was disturbing her to death!

"BOOMSHAKALAKA, BOOMSHAKALAKA..."

Nanya turned up the sound as loud as possible, stood on the bed and bopped, turning her home into a disco. She held the microphone in one hand and raised it high in the other, amusing herself, "Friends, get excited—poof!"
Chapter completed!