The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chen Xiang led him back to Shen Ji Tailoring, and there was a big black G standing at the door.

Glancing inside the car, I saw He Chongtian was driving.

It seems that Zhou Zheng's injury is indeed serious and he has not returned to work yet.

Thinking back, Zhou Zheng was quite prejudiced against her before. Chen Xiangyin had no intention of trying to please him and had no intention of going over to visit him.

The driver's window is down.

In the shadow, the profile of the crane towering into the sky was handsome and handsome, and a pair of dark eyes looked at her through the crack of the car window.

Chen Xiangyin did not get in the car directly, but went around to the store.

"You're here just in time. I'm finishing up your custom-made clothes. Come in and try to see if anything suits you."

Agarwood led him to the human-shaped stand and unbuttoned his clothes one by one.

He Chongtian turned his watch. This was the first time he saw the clothes Chen Xiangyin made for him.

Before this, he knew nothing about the style, color, or material of this suit of clothes.

Stunning at first glance, the overall design is elegant and casual, with extremely smooth lines.

Classic Italian suit tailoring, high-quality textured material.

The color is a forbidden intense black. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a faint low-key dark sparkle. It is the gem powder added to the dye, like stars in the dark night.

He Chongtian took the clothes, which were not heavy in his hands and felt soft and warm.

Agarwood seemed to have forgotten something and suddenly pulled on his sleeves, "Wait a minute."

She turned around and picked up a small box with compartments from the workbench and handed it to He Chongtian.

"Of these three kinds of buttons, which one do you like?"

The first is a copper lion pattern retro buckle, the second is a black agate simple round buckle, and the third is an old tortoise shell buckle.

Chen Xiangyin raised his head and looked into Crane's sky-high eyes. His eyes swept from left to right, and his slender fingers twisted the old tortoise shell button without any hesitation.

"this."

Agarwood raised the corner of his lips, and he chose the most expensive one made of out-of-print material at a glance.

Pour out the old tortoise shell buttons, and Agarwood's hands and feet are quick to wind the thread, thread the needle, and sew the buttons.

Her needlework is extremely skillful, and her sewing marks are extremely delicate as her fingers fly.

Crane Sky saw God.

"What do you want to see me for today?"

He Chongtian said: "Go to Songshi County and watch a show."

Chen Xiangyin guessed most of it: "That will indeed take up one day."

After sewing the buttons, He Chong went upstairs to change clothes, while Chen Xiang leaned his elbows on the workbench and smoked.

He picked up the remaining old tortoise shell button, held it up, and squinted one eye to look at it through the sunlight.

The bones are oily, and the beautiful and unique patterns are so beautiful that it makes people happy.

The steady click of leather shoes fell to the ground behind her, and Chen Xiang turned her head, her long hair flowing in a graceful arc.

He Chongtian walked downstairs step by step with his heavenly long legs that were perfectly proportioned.

On the dark stairs, light appears inch by inch.

The clothes on him look ten thousand times more handsome and elegant than on the human-shaped stand!

Chen Xiangyin couldn't help but take a breath, and her heartbeat accelerated.

When she saw He's face rising to the sky, the button she was holding fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He Chongtian took in Chen Xiangyin's reaction, and when he got closer, he whispered casually: "It fits."

He looked so wild and charming that Chen Xiang turned his head away from him and squatted down to pick up the old button that fell on the ground.

"As long as it fits, remember to call me for the balance." Chen Xiang used a calm tone to cover up her confusion.

He Chongtian touched the old tortoise shell button on his cuff: "Do you know why I chose this button?"

Chen Xiangyin replied casually: "Of the three, this one is the most precious."

He smiled low and raised his eyebrows, "The handbag you often carry is made of the same material as these buttons."

……

On the way to Songshi County, He Chongtian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel from time to time, his joy unintentionally revealed.

The clothes he was wearing at this moment were every bit of Chen Xiang Yin's hard work. Those fine stitches were sewn by agarwood one by one.

Chen Xiangyin also carried the same old buckle handbag when she went out today.

At a glance, the two of them wore the same old buttons, and there was a subtle and unnoticeable intimacy.

Chen Xiangyin took a piece of chocolate and ate it faster and faster, until he was so satisfied that he subconsciously raised his feet.

He Chongtian glanced at Chen Xiangyin, her red lips were stained with brown traces of cocoa.

"Why do you love chocolate so much?"

Chen Xiangyin swallowed a big mouthful and answered truthfully, "If you are in a good mood, you will feel happy."

The line on He Chongtian's lips gradually calmed down, and he thought for a moment: "Is that all?"

"Yeah." Chen Xiangyin said and took another big bite.

He Chongtian discovered that Agarwood had a tendency to overeat when eating chocolate, as if he was addicted.

Chocolate contains the same chemicals that are secreted in the brain when humans experience romantic love.

Not only that, it can effectively relieve feelings of insecurity and loneliness within a short period of time after eating.

He Chongtian guessed and analyzed that behind Chenxiang's greed for chocolate, either she desperately longed for intimacy, or she was anxious about being alone, insecure, and unhappy.

"By the way, He Chongtian, can you tell me about Lao Longtou?"

Chen Xiangyin suddenly spoke, interrupting He Chongtian's reasoning.

He Chongtian asked: "How to mention him?"

Chen Xiangyin: "He came to my store a few days ago and caught Pang Xianshun using contraband. He actually asked me to attend his birthday party?"

He Chongtian reacted for two seconds, "What did he say?"

Chen Xiangyin: "The original words are: I will celebrate my birthday next month, please appreciate him. He is still beating his grandson with his front legs. After beating him, he said this to me."

He frowned, recalling the strange look Lao Longtou gave Chen Xiang at the previous family banquet, and his face darkened.

"You don't have to go." He Chongtian said.

Chen Xiangyin clasped her hands tightly and bent down to touch him. She felt strangely afraid of the old dragon head and wanted to find out the whole story.

That kind of fear does not come from the disparity in power, nor does it come from the wrong magnetic field of the opponent.

Like an innate fear, Agarwood cannot ignore it.

"I will go. It's still a long way to Songshi County. Can you tell me about his deeds?"

He Chongtian told the story truthfully, but Chen Xiangyin didn't find anything special.

Born in the wild, born with talent, the son of luck...

Agarwood yawned, and just as she closed her eyes, Crane stretched out his hand to lift her chin.

"Just slept?"

"Um……"

"There is a strange thing that I haven't told you yet. Aunt Mute's master retired early because he revealed the secret and told the old leader that his deadline would be one hundred years old."

Agarwood stirred up the energy and asked He Chongtian: "How old will he be at this year's birthday party?"

The crane soars into the sky: "Ninety-nine."

Agarwood caused a chill on the back for no reason, and a cold wind seemed to blow over the top of the head.

She found it strange that Aunt Mute's master was rumored to be very profound, so how could he retire after telling others that he was destined to die?

Did she reveal any other shocking secrets?

Or, what have you learned and seen through?

He Chongtian noticed something strange about her, "What's wrong?"

Chen Xiang shook his head and crossed his arms unconsciously: "I don't think he can die."

Crane shot up to the sky and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Chen Xiang quoted: "Feeling."

She couldn't explain the strong feeling, but she was extremely convinced.

Looking out the window at the misty blue mountains, the dark clouds and mist are accumulated, damp and hazy.

Chen Xiangyin hugged himself tighter and said in a hoarse voice, "He Chongtian, could the person behind the blood medicine who wants to kill you be Lao Longtou?"