Qian Mengmeng curled her lips. When Lin Miao went to look at the clothes, she looked up to the designer and said, "Design her a few new and popular sets, which should be novel in styles and not exaggerated, and the kind that can be worn in formal occasions."

The designer blinked and understood a little.

Qian Mengmeng is a regular visitor here and occasionally meets others. After a while, the designer will know that she is Meng's young grandmother.

Meng's business is booming, so naturally she is not short of money.

However, Lin Miao is extremely unfamiliar.

But the designer's eyes were poisonous, and she could tell at a glance that she had customized versions of big brands from head to toe, so she knew that she was not an ordinary person either.

Such a formal occasion for a promising person will naturally highlight the elegance and beauty of women.

The designer took the paper again and quickly outlined it.

“How about these styles?”

Qian Mengmeng took advantage of Lin Miao's inattention and glanced at him, "Just do this, don't tell her, just do it directly, and then I will send it with her clothes."

The designer responded with a smile, thinking about the relationship between the two.

You know, the price here is not cheap.

Qian Mengmeng smiled and pulled Lin Miao's arm and turned to the men's clothing store next door.

After Qian Mengmeng picked it for Meng Yuran, she saw Lin Miao wandering around the middle-aged and elderly people, and said, "Your Luo Yan is not yet in the grade of wearing this style, right?"

"I'm choosing this for my grandfather," Lin Miao smiled: "He is used to the craftsmanship of the previous family and has never worn anything else."

Qian Mengmeng asked her, "Do you know where the house that made the clothes for Luo Yan?"

Lin Miao shook his head, "I heard that it is quite famous, and many of my clothes were also sent there."

Qian Mengmeng grinned.

What's going on with this feeling of suddenly being full and a little bit full?

Lin Miao looked at a coat similar to coarse cloth.

The receptionist came over immediately.

After asking about the size in detail, Lin Miao gave it a suitable one.

Lin Miao looked at the size and wrapped it up.

Lin Miao was so casual in front of him, Qian Mengmeng shook her head and couldn't help but sigh.

"You really have lost that face."

She looked at Lin Miao's slender waist and gritted her teeth, "I've lost this figure."

Lin Miao looked at her.

Since graduation, she has gained more than two laps.

"I want to be fat, but unfortunately I'm not fat."

She smiled.

Qian Mengmeng gritted her teeth.

For a beautiful and beautiful swimsuit, she wants to lose weight.

When he got home, Qian Mengmeng announced that she would go on a diet and lose weight.

Because it was Meng Yuran's suggestion to go to the beach, he worked with himself in the spirit of sharing blessings and being difficult to share, and he was not allowed to lie about something and absent at night.

So, every time it was dinner, Meng Yuran would watch his son eat, and then bite the cucumber with deep bitterness.

In the Luo family, Lin Miao still ate and drank every day.

It's coming soon.

The day before yesterday, Lin Miao’s customized clothes were delivered.

Because it was the end of the year, the delivery guys had already been on holiday, and there were a few extra pieces of clothes, so the designer came here by himself.

Standing in an empty alley, without a half door in front and behind, the designer once wondered if he had remembered the address wrongly.

A car came in behind, and the designer felt relieved.

It seems that there are indeed people living here.

She hurried forward.

The car followed closely behind.

In this way, she could only passively come to the gate of the courtyard that she had opened first.

She repeatedly confirmed the door sign before getting off the car and ringing the doorbell.

The door opened from inside, and the special assistant asked coldly: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello," the designer smiled professionally. She reported the store name and said: "Ms. Lin Miao ordered clothes in my store. She originally wanted to pick them up tomorrow, but I was going back to my hometown tomorrow, so I delivered them in advance."

"Wait a minute," the special assistant replied coldly, closing the door with a snap.

The designer was startled.

Luo Yan got out of the car from behind.

He was wearing a knee-length leather velvet jacket. He was slender and fitting. He stood there with a cold and elegant temperament.

The designer blushed and his heart beat. Even a top male model had such a face and temperament.

She is also well-known in the design circle, and she has seen many male models, but there are not even five points like him.

The designer was moved.

The alley is deep, but there is only one door, and it is obvious that the only area inside is this one.

Could it be that this person is Lin Miao’s younger brother or brother-in-law?

Thinking about it, she is not young anymore, so it's time to find someone to settle down.

With the idea, the designer smiled politely and gentlely.

Luo Yan swept over coldly and stared at the door.

The door opened again and the forest seedlings came out.

"Husband, are you back?"

Seeing Luo Yan, Lin Miao smiled.

Luo Yan nodded and carried the bag in his hand, "I'll come back by the way if I buy this."

"That's great," Lin Miao was very happy.

Unexpectedly, the sweet potato shop was not closed at this time.

The designer was stunned and stared at the oil paper bag in Luo Yan's hand.

He actually got married.

Luo Yan went straight in.

Lin Miao then looked at the designer. Seeing her cheeks flushed and her whole body was very unnatural. She thought she was scared by Luo Yan, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, I'll send it here at this time."

When she bought the clothes, she felt that the weight was wrong.

"Didn't I booked one?"

"Yes, the other sets were selected by your friend and given to you."

The designer lowered his eyes, stared at his toes, and held back the regrets in his heart.

"This cute, really," Lin Miao shook his head.

The clothes are all customized according to her size. If you don’t want them, no one can wear them.

She thanked again before closing the door.

When he went back to the house, Luo Yan had already changed his clothes.

Seeing the clothes she brought, he picked them up and glanced.

He is not easy to judge the style, but the material is very ordinary.

"Don't buy it randomly in the future."

"Just for joy," Lin Miao smiled.

Luo Yan said: "When the New Year begins, I will send you a directory, and you can choose it on it."

"The things in those small shops can be worn less, and I don't know where the materials are obtained."

"I understand," Lin Miao was speechless.

Even if you have two sets of clothes, you have to talk about it.

"I know I'm upset now, I forgot about myself," Luo Yan pinched her cheek lovingly.

Who was talking to Qian Mengmeng for the sake of his affairs?
To be continued...