The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

Jiang Chen held her outstretched hand, put it back to his side, and said in a low voice: "We have already bought everything we should buy, and we are going back."

Ruan blinked lightly, "Don't you want to buy it? But I'm not ready to have a baby yet, and you don't want to be a father so early, right?"

Jiang Chen's breath was suffocated: "..."

After a moment, he lowered his head punitively and bit Ruan lightly on the lips, "Sister, don't recruit me."

I will go crazy.

Under Jiang Chen's unyielding attitude, Ruan Qingqing could only give up the idea with regret.

After eating a simple yet warm celebration meal, Ruan Qingqing devoted himself wholeheartedly to the production of "Meng Song".

For several days, Ruan Qingqing did not step out of the dormitory except for necessary classes.

Jiang Chen learned to sew when she was working in a garment factory. After Ruan gently cut the pieces of cloth, Jiang Chen helped her sew.

It took four days to finally complete the entire outfit, except for the embroidery.

This is also the most important step.

The most dazzling and eye-catching thing about Mengsong is the large and exquisite embroidery with unique Chinese elements on the skirt.

The pattern Ruan Qingqing uses is the very classic Birds and Phoenix, which is extremely beautiful, but if you want to get the desired effect, you have to find a professional embroidery workshop to complete it.

In addition, Ruan Qingqing was also troubled by the choice of silk thread.

Ordinary silk thread is cheap, but the effect is greatly reduced.

The patterns embroidered with gold thread are gorgeous, delicate and grand, but the price of gold thread is several times more expensive than ordinary silk thread, and the labor cost is also higher than ordinary silk thread.

"Use gold thread."

Jiang Chen made the choice for her without hesitation.

Ruan Qingqing frowned, "I also wanted to use gold thread, but gold thread is too expensive, and the material processing cost is five hundred pounds. My dad worked very hard to earn 1 yuan, and you brought it all to me. He used half of my skirt, and I felt bad."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Sister, we will get married soon."

Ruan blinked slightly, "So, have you decided to sleep with me?"

Jiang Chen's handsome and jade-like face was calm and composed, and did not change at all because of Ruan's gentle teasing.

"When you get married, you have to learn to rely on your husband, not your father."

Before Ruan Qingqing understood the meaning of his words, a thin card was stuffed into her hand.

Ruan looked down slightly and found that it was an HSBC bank card.

"When did you apply for the card?"

"It was done when I came here. I wanted to give it to you before I left."

Ruan gently raised the card and looked up at him with bright almond eyes, "What is this? A betrothal gift?"

"It's not a betrothal gift, it's for household expenses. Sister, from now on, all your expenses here will be debited from the card. The password is your and my birthday. From now on, you can save the money Uncle Hai gives you."

Ruan gently pulled Jiang Chen to a nearby ATM machine. When he saw the balance displayed on the screen, he was so surprised that he couldn't believe it.

There are [-] pounds on the card, which is just over [-] yuan converted into RMB.

"Where did you get so much money?"

"I took part of the dividend from the company in advance."

Jiang Chen took out the card and put it into her wallet, "Let's go, let's find the best workshop, use the best silk thread, and make the best work."

Although she had money in her hands, Ruan Qingqing still felt distressed.

Five hundred pounds is not a small amount of money. An international student like her can only earn less than two hundred pounds a month by working in a restaurant.

"Actually, Meng Song may not win the award. It is just a graduation work. Is it not worthwhile to spend so much money?"

"Sister, have you forgotten the original intention of designing Meng Song? It is to promote culture and history, to let more people understand China's heritage, and of course to let the world see the best Meng Song."

Ruan was gently persuaded by him and shook his head with joy, "Then I'll listen to you and use the best silk thread. Anyway, you earned the money with hard work. You don't feel bad about it, and I have nothing to feel bad about."

Looking at her happy face, Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile. "When you make your wedding clothes, don't forget to make them mine."

Talking about the wedding, Ruan Qingqing blushed slightly, "What color do you want for your wedding dress?"

"It's up to you to decide." Jiang Chen held her hand and interlocked with hers, "I believe in my sister's vision."

"Oh."

Ruan was gently pulled forward by him, her beautiful round almond-shaped eyes peeking at his handsome profile from time to time.

After a moment, she suddenly summoned up the courage to shout: "Husband."

Jiang Chen stopped and looked at her with his head tilted, his face looked astonished and at a loss, and his red ears showed even more shyness.

Ruan Qingqing was quite embarrassed at first, but seeing his embarrassed look, she became bolder.

"Honey, I want to eat a cone."

"I'll go and buy."

Looking at his tall figure walking quickly toward the street food cart, Ruan chuckled softly.

My brother is so cute.

Taking the cone from Jiang Chen, Ruan walked gently while eating, pretending not to see Jiang Chen's hesitant gaze.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Chen didn't say anything. Ruan turned his head slightly and said, "What do you keep watching me do? Do you want to eat it?"

As he spoke, he handed the cone to his mouth.

Jiang Chen didn't look at the cone, his black eyes fixed on her face, "Sister, what did you call me just now?"

"forget."

Seeing that he didn't want to eat, Ruan gently took the cone back and continued eating.

Jiang Chen pursed his lips slightly, said nothing, and pulled her back to the dormitory.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything until she finished the entire cone.

Ruan Qingqing came forward with a smile, "Husband, lend me your handkerchief."

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at her intently for a while, then took out his handkerchief and wiped the sugar stains from her mouth.

When they returned to the dormitory, before Ruan Qingqing had time to change her shoes, Jiang Chen carried her to the shoe cabinet, held her head and kissed her.

In the middle of the process, Jiang Chen paused briefly, held her face and prayed in a mute voice: "Sister, shout again."

Ruan Qingqing's cheeks were flushed, her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with mist, she was weak and well-behaved.

"husband."

Jiang Chen's breath became thicker, and the kiss he kissed became more forceful and wanton.

Shoes and clothes quickly fell to the ground...

"There is no small umbrella..."

Ruan's soft murmur made Jiang Chen freeze.

There was a struggle in his gloomy black eyes. Reason and loss of control were like two little people pulling at each other in his mind. In just a few seconds, it seemed to him as long and torturous as a century.

He took the quilt to cover her, and then lay down on the side in frustration, closing his eyes to calm down.

Ruan turned sideways slightly, stretched out a thin white finger and poked his shoulder.

"Otherwise you go down and buy it."

"No."

Jiang Chen took her hand and held it tightly in his hand. He tilted his head and stared at her with regret and happiness in his dark eyes.

Rather than a physical impulse, he wanted to give her a perfect wedding night.