Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

"My suit breaks my previous style. It will take a lively route, which can make people look less cold and inhumane. Last time I heard someone talk about me and gave me a nickname, LAN Bingshan..."

Mu Haitang make complaints about the watermelon watching the LAN LAN, who is still there. Since she heard her talk with her in Milan the other day, she has been talking to Mu Haitang at home, how bitter and bitter these years are, and for fear that Mu Haitang will not turn away.

"Don't you have to look at the clothes? Don't you mean they're making? If you don't stare at the program, you're not afraid they'll cut corners?"

With a slight lift of the even arm, the watermelon peel in his hand accurately fell into the trash can with a dull sound.

Lan Lan didn't care and waved her hand. She didn't think so. "It's nothing. Generally, studios like this don't disclose their orders. After all, they rely on this door to eat. It's impossible to smash their own signboard!"

"There's nothing like cutting corners! We need to give them the materials ourselves, and then they are sewing according to the style and details, and this studio has cooperated for many years."

Then I looked at the information on my mobile phone and saw when they would send it.

"In addition, the clothes they make for us are generally delivered by themselves and will not be delivered through a third party, so there will be no malicious loss or subcontracting at this point. That's why their house is a little more expensive than others."

Then a message pops up on the phone.

"Dear Miss LAN, your order in this studio has been completed. Please go downstairs and pick up one, and sincerely praise these two skirts for their beauty."

Milan looked at the news and was happy to hold Mu Haitang in a circle. They were happy to get candy like a child.

"Here's the clothes, here's the clothes! I'll go down and get it... Ouye! Great!"

Then he jumped out of the door. Mu Haitang looked at her happy appearance, and naturally his eyes narrowed with laughter.

Before long, Lan Lan ran in with two beautiful gift boxes. The light gold gift box was covered with uneven patterns and marked with the logo of the studio on the front.

"Nuo, this is yours! Wear it quickly. I'll see what else needs to be modified."

Then Mu Haitang was pushed into the room by Lan Lan holding the box.

Helplessly looking at the box in her hand, but also full of expectation, she slowly opened Lan Lan's efforts for more than half a year. There was a sense of impact at the eye. The light gold box was wrapped in a black evening dress. Even if it was covered with a dust-proof transparent bag, she could feel its magnificence.

With a click, the door opened. Lan Lan, who had been waiting for some anxiety, immediately jumped up from the sofa with joy, and then looked at her in front of her. Her eyes were wet with joy.

Wearing a long black gothic dress on Mu Haitang, there was no sense of conflict, and the faint expression on his face was more obvious with the dress.

"It's perfect! Sure enough, it's the right choice to ask you to wear this dress!"

The exquisite cut-out bra design in front of the chest is exquisite and elegant. The A-shaped waist retraction makes the slim waist full of energy, which seems unable to withstand a grip. The high black bun and scattered broken hair complement each other with the black dress, outlining a perfect curve.