Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

But thinking about it for Shi Mosheng, a good relationship makes her look shady, sneaking is very awkward, and he is naturally uncomfortable, Shi Mosheng has tolerated her timidity for a long time, she can't be so selfish, so Decided to promise him and go to the reception together.
However, even though he agreed verbally and kept encouraging himself psychologically, the tension still lingered.
Perhaps Yang Yumeng should be used first to embolden him.
At noon, Su Yihuan invited Yang Yumeng to dinner, and ordered all her favorite dishes, and after the dishes were served, she brought a cup of tea: "My apology to you."
Yang Yumeng hid back: "What are you doing? What have you done to offend me? Ah! Did you steal the half roast duck I hid yesterday?"
Su Yihuan: "What roast duck?"
"You don't know? That's not you. What's the matter? Are you looking for someone behind my back?"
Yang Yumeng was originally joking casually, but Su Yihuan didn't expect that Su Yihuan would not answer her, and her face was serious, as if acquiescing.
So, she also became serious: "Is there really someone? Who is it?"
Su Yihuan still didn't speak, the two of them stared wide-eyed, and started a silent brainwave exchange...
In the end, Yang Yumeng finally spoke out the name she guessed in disbelief: "It can't be Dean Shi, can it?"
Seeing Su Yihuan nodding, Yang Yumeng almost wanted to scream: "My god, Su Yihuan, you are so good! When did it happen? How did you defeat this mysterious nurse?"
Su Yihuan quickly confessed and lenient: "That nurse is me..."
Yang Yumeng was stunned. After digesting it for a while, she smiled three times, her eyes flashed with obscene light: "Oh, you have such a strong taste? You and the dean can't be fooled by their appearance..."
Su Yihuan couldn't listen anymore: "What are you thinking about? Isn't I dressed in a Su suit?"
After finishing speaking, I felt guilty: "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you all this time."
Yang Yumeng waved her hand: "Oh, I haven't understood you for so many years, am I afraid that people will make irresponsible remarks? I can't guarantee that I will understand if you don't tell me."
"but……"
She became serious: "Am I the first to know? This is related to my status as the gossip queen."
"Don't worry, your position is stable." Su Yihuan replied.
For the next meal, Yang Yumeng's central thought was that Su Yihuan must invite her to eat more as a wealthy young mistress, and eat whatever is delicious.
The good friend doesn't care about his concealment and sincerely wishes, Su Yihuan feels that the pressure is much less.
But there is one more thing that Su Yihuan doesn't feel comfortable with, that is those expensive skirts.
This time, Shi Mosheng didn't know what brand of luxury dress she was going to arrange for her, and she suddenly appeared in front of her colleagues and leaders with such jewels, the contrast was too great, and she felt somewhat uneasy.
When Shi Mosheng heard that she didn't want to wear an expensive dress, she persuaded her gently: "This is the 40th anniversary banquet of the Shengkang Group. It's a very important occasion. Can you be obedient?"
Su Yihuan didn't refute, but she also lowered her head and remained silent. In the end, Shi Mosheng compromised and rubbed her hair lightly: "Let me think of a good and cheap way for you."
The depressed person in front of him raised his head, his eyes bright: "What can I do?"
Shi Mosheng pinched her nose dotingly: "There are ways to torture people, but it's a little troublesome, we have to go to Shanghai."
The banquet was approaching, so there was no way to delay the dress, so the two went to Shanghai together as soon as they were free.
Shi Mosheng drove the car, followed the navigation instructions, and drove to an unattractive residential area.
Su Yihuan got out of the car and looked around, not knowing what it had to do with the dress, Shi Mosheng took her hand: "Come with me and you'll know."
Su Yihuan followed Shi Mosheng and knocked on the door of a house. The person who opened the door was a gray-haired old man with glasses. When he saw Shi Mosheng, the old man shook hands happily: "Mo Sheng, I haven't seen you for many years. .”
Shi Mosheng replied: "I have been abroad for the past few years, and I rarely come back."
Then he turned around and introduced: "This is Uncle Zhang, he made all the cheongsams my mother wears."
Su Yihuan greeted with a smile, feeling that Shi Mosheng was too smart.
Cheongsam, in terms of gorgeousness and elegance, is as good as any dress, but it does not carry a high price, which makes people feel overwhelmed.
There are all kinds of cheongsam beauty paintings on the walls of the room, all of which are old-fashioned wooden furniture, high-quality mahogany, simple in style, and a few pieces of powder are scattered on the sewing table, which are used for drawing when cutting. Su Yihuan still I saw this kind of thing in a tailor's shop when I was very young.
The master unfolded the tape measure and began to measure Su Yihuan's size. The air was filled with a peaceful atmosphere of the old days.
Master Zhang straightened the reading glasses, took out a book of style drawings, and gave Su Yihuan a selection. After choosing the style, he also chose the fabric.
There is a room on the right hand side of entering the door, which is specially used to store fabrics. Bundles of colorful fabrics are placed layer by layer. Shi Mosheng said to Su Yihuan while looking at it: "Uncle Zhang's father is the old Shanghai Hongxiang's garment maker. The craftsmanship has been handed down, and it is absolutely first-class.”
"I'm getting older, and I don't make more clothes. My craftsmanship is not as good as that of my father. He made cheongsam for Ruan Lingyu back then!"
The old man shook out a piece of light pink silk satin: "How about this color?"
The pink is very light and elegant, with hidden dark lines, soft and bright color, and silky to the touch, Su Yihuan can't put it down.
Seeing her happy appearance, she smiled: "That's it."
Master Zhang said: "I have a ready-made dress made of this material. I will try the color on this girl. If it fits, I will make it according to her size."
With that said, he took off the cheongsam from the hanger and handed it to Su Yihuan.
Su Yihuan was changing clothes in the room. In the studio, the old man glanced at his appearance and sighed:
"Time flies so fast. The last time I saw you, I was still a kid. Later, I heard that you went abroad to study. Now that you come back, you have brought your wife."
Shi Mosheng smiled lightly: "In the future, one more person will come to trouble you to make clothes."
He looked at the old posters on the wall, and suddenly said: "The material is so plain, should we add some embroidery?"
Master Zhang nodded: "The peach blossom satin is usually embroidered with peach blossoms. Do you have any new ideas?"
Others embroider peach blossoms, Su Yihuan is of course different
Shi Mosheng picked up the colored pencils on the table and stood there, with a movement of her finger, the tip of the pen made a slight rustling sound when it landed on the paper. With just a few strokes, a magnolia flower suddenly bloomed on the paper.
Master Zhang nodded again and again: "This is beautiful, I will give it to my niece, and let her embroider like this."
At this time, Su Yihuan changed into a cheongsam and came out from the room on the right. The small room was only three or two steps away, so close, but it was clear that this person seemed to be walking slowly from the old days.