After eating some fruits, Luo Yan took Lin Miao away.

Walking back, Luo Yan remained silent.

When he arrived downstairs of Lin Miao, Lin Miao went to open the car door.

Luo Yan suddenly said, "I don't want to get married."

Lin Miao blinked and turned his head, "I know."

Luo Yan nodded slightly, watched her enter the unit, tightened her steering wheel tightly, and took out the phone.

The next day, Lin Miao accompanied Meng Zhu to try out the wedding dress.

Meng Zhu had already tried it with Cheng Jianshe earlier. This time she came here to confirm it, and she came here to try Lin Miao's bridesmaid suits.

When the two of them came, Cheng Jianshe had arrived.

Seeing Lin Miao, Cheng Jianshe looked back with reflection.

When he saw that the empty space was empty, he was a little disappointed.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Zhu asked curiously.

Cheng Jianshe shook his head.

Xiaozhu couldn't give birth, she always minded this.

How could he say more to her?

"Go and change your clothes," Cheng Jianshe signaled the waiter to receive the reception.

Meng Zhu undoubtedly left with him.

Lin Miao looked at the straight suit, and the gentleman Cheng Jianshe smiled.

It was the first time she had seen him like this after knowing him for so long.

I didn't expect it to be quite handsome.

After a moment, the waiter left and returned.

Lin Miao followed her to another dressing room.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cheng Jianshe took out the phone and said, "Where are you?"

Luo Yan was in a meeting and frowned when he heard this, "I have something to say."

Cheng Jianshe lowered his voice and glanced upstairs, "Lin Miao and Meng Zhu are trying out wedding dresses, do you want to come?"

Luo Yan's first reaction was that Lin Miao tried out the wedding dress.

After a moment, he woke up and signaled the executives to continue before he stood up and went outside the door.

"What the hell is there?"

His tone was slightly deeper.

Cheng Jianshe knew that he was impatient and was hung up again. He hurriedly told Zhou Qingwan that she was pregnant and Zhang Peng made great efforts to make the whole courtyard inform him of what he knew about.

"Why are you so concerned about the matter of the Zhang family?" Luo Yan said coldly.

"You don't know about Meng Zhu. My mother doesn't talk to me now, so she finally made some improvement now."

"Now Zhang Peng's trouble, how can my mother not be upset?"

"I looked at her in the past two days, and I don't know what I was holding back," Cheng Jianshe sighed gloomy. "Meng Zhu looked cheerful, but she cared about her body most."

"I'm afraid that my mother will be angry for a moment and that she will not do anything seriously, which will really hurt Meng Zhu's heart."

Luo Yan was a little moved.

Among his friends, Cheng Jianshe is the most important thing and never cares about the subtle details.

He thought Cheng Jianshe would always go first, but he didn't expect that there would be times when he was cautious every step and every matter was careful.

"What do you want me to do?"

His tone was noticeably softened.

"From childhood to adulthood, my mother admires you the most in our yard," Cheng Jianshe smiled, "How about you help me take care of the man's main desk on the day of marriage?"

"This is not suitable," Luo Yan frowned.

The Cheng family is also a big shot, and I don’t know how many uncles and brothers are.

He, a foreigner, ran to point fingers, what's going on?

"It's suitable," Cheng Jianshe responded in a series of resounding responses, "No one in the family really looks at my marriage from the bottom of his heart."

"Those uncles are waiting to see my jokes."

"You don't have to do anything else. Just take care of my mother and let her not have time to find Meng Zhu's trouble."

Luo Yan frowned slightly.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore, they are here," Cheng Jianshe said hurriedly, and hung up the phone before Luo Yan could speak.

"You have something to do?"

Meng Zhu looked at him calling from afar and asked.

"There is something in the bureau, but now it's gone," Cheng Jianshe looked at Meng Zhu in a snow-white wedding dress in a stunning manner.

"Wife, your figure seems to be better."

Meng Zhu's face turned red, she gave him a pretty look, "I'm talking nonsense again."

"No," Cheng Jianshe approached her, took her tender little hand and sipped in.

"I'm all heartfelt words."

Meng Zhu's face turned redder, and her eyes were so soft that it could almost drip out of water.

Lin Miao, who had taken a step forward, looked at the two of them speechlessly.

"There are still people here."

"Sorry, I forgot for a moment," Cheng Jianshe raised his eyes without blushing, and his arms were still holding Meng Zhu's waist.

The designer followed and said, "Do you think this size is OK? Do you want to make any changes?"

Meng Zhu touched her waist, "Dear, I'll tighten it here."

The designer came over and pinched it, and it was indeed half an inch wide.

She pinned the needle, "How is that?"

Meng Zhu nodded and looked at the dressing mirror beside her.

This seems to show off your figure more.

"If this is the case, I will have to drink water by the day of my marriage," Lin Miao said beside me.

It was too hurrying in the morning and neither of them had dinner.

If it is based on its current size, then Meng Zhu can only rely on water to fill her hunger from the eve of her wedding.

Meng Zhu was entangled for a moment, and her love for beauty finally gained the upper hand.

"Tighten it," she looked at Lin Miao, "At most I can lose weight these days, and I can always lose my size."

Lin Miao smiled with her lips bent.

All the parties involved can be cruel, so what can she say?

The designer recorded the size and looked at Lin Miao again.

"Miss Lin, has your size changed too?"

Lin Miao bowed her head.

I don’t know if it’s because of drinking health soup often, but her development is much better than in her previous life.

"Okay," she stretched out her arms and said as the designer pinched her waist, "Don't be too tight."

Bridesmaids are a hard work, and she needs to eat enough.

"Okay," the designer pulled her waist a inch away, letting her chest out two inches, and smiling, "It will be improved in about two days, and I will call to notify both of you at that time."

After leaving the wedding shop, Cheng Jianshe said, "It's getting late, let's go to have some food nearby?"

"I won't go," she was enough for her all morning as a light bulb.

"You go with Meng Zhu. My mother comes here in the afternoon and I'll pick up the station." She waved her hand and took a taxi nearby and left.

Half a month later, Meng Zhu was overjoyed.

As soon as the genius was dawn, Lin Jie woke up.

"Miaomiao, Meng Zhu, it's getting late, get up quickly," she patted the door of the next bedroom, and heard something inside, so she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Lin Miao got up from the bed in a daze and sat for a few seconds before pushing Meng Zhu next to her.

"Get up soon."

"I'll sleep for a while," Meng Zhu agreed vaguely, turning over and burying herself in the quilt.

The two of them said what they said for a long time last night, and then they were nervous and excited, and they were bothered until dawn before they were confused.

This is the most sleepy time.

Lin Miao went back to his room with his shoes, changed his clothes, answered a phone call, and when he came back, Meng Zhu snored in slept.

"Wake up, the people from the wedding company will arrive soon."

"Sleep for another five minutes," Meng Zhu didn't even open her eyes, but just stretched out her hand randomly.

"Get up," Lin Miao was lifted up one after another, jumped onto the bed, and pulled Meng Zhu up.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Zhu brushed her teeth with her eyes closed.
Chapter completed!