"Because your brother Ling Yichuan discovered it, he wished he could run to the Qin family to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, so you ran away? Then, because you had learned fashion design before, you came here to open a store?"
On the second floor of Victoria Clothing Store, a waiter had already sent coffee and desserts. Luo Qingxue stirred the spoon in the coffee cup a thousand times, but she still couldn't digest this.
After all, from a rival to a sister-brother relationship, and the kind of sister-brother relationship that is serious about getting married, she is a bit incompetent.
People say "Female girl holds gold bricks in her junior year". The question is, the difference is just five years old, isn't it a bit too big...
Leng Yunting didn't find anyone to act as an affair. He just asked Qin Xian to help make a wedding dress and asked Ling Yinuo to help him choose a ring. It was purely because Luo Qingxue thought too much himself.
On the other side, Ling Yinuo nodded lightly, gently raised the coffee cup in his hand, and took a sip.
Qin Xian obviously saw the doubt and surprise in her eyes. He frowned slightly, then clenched Ling Yinuo's hand: "Don't look at her like this, I'm forced her."
Luo Qingxue became a little embarrassed when she said that, and she shook her head: "It's not that."
Then he looked at Ling Yinuo and Qin Xian with a sincere heart: "You are very brave."
"Yes, you deserve it when you are brave." Leng Yunting put his arms around her shoulder with a smile: "You dare to get on a yacht and dismantle bombs casually. I have never seen a few women like you.
Don't take your life seriously."
Luo Qingxue glared at him angrily, and Xiaobao, who was eating snacks below, immediately united with his mother: "Bad people hate it!"
"I just called me dad, and now I'm calling me a bad guy." Leng Yunting put the little guy's armpit on his palm and picked him up, "You are really like your mother, you're so burning the bridge!"
Xiaobao's small body was picked up by him, his legs were off the ground, and he kicked his feet: "Bad people hate it!"
Leng Yunting said thoughtfully: "I don't care about my life, but I refuse to admit that you like me. I actually don't understand whether you are brave or small."
Luo Qingxue turned her head and used her fist to hammer his shoulder.
Ling Yinuo was very interested in this soft glutinous rice dumpling.
That's right, Xiaobao's appearance looks very mixed-race, chubby, pink and tender, with delicate facial features like a doll. Few women will be immune to his appearance.
She picked up Xiaobao and asked softly: "What's your name?"
Xiaobao blinked. He thought this beautiful aunt was Mommy's enemy. In the blink of an eye, the enemy became friends. He also stretched out four little fingers with flesh: "Xiaobao, four years old!"
By the way, he also answered the age question.
"So cute!" Ling Yinuo's love was indeed flooded and kissed Xiaobao's little face.
"Do you like children?" Qin Xian looked at her teasing Xiaobao with a soft look.
She said "um" softly, and did not speak, a trace of dimness flashed in their eyes.
"I won't talk about this." Ling Yinuo returned Xiaobao to Leng Yunting, then looked at Luo Qingxue, "Do you want to come and try your clothes?"
"Ah?" Luo Qingxue was puzzled.
"Come on, I designed it according to the size given by Yun Ting. I don't know if it fits well, come here." She stood up and took Luo Qingxue to the fitting room behind.
The pure white long skirt has no trace of variegated colors, and it seems to be the flowers of heaven.