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Riemann's routine by He Junhao really made Yun think more deeply and felt Song Mian's kindness to her.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought Song Mian would count for her. Yun thought that she could do something for him.

After thinking for a while, she watched Song Mian, who was doing her job in the kitchen every day, making her round, and she was suddenly a little decadent.

I found that she didn't seem to be a qualified girlfriend, at least she didn't touch her hands in housework.

Can someone else’s girlfriend treat her boyfriend’s stomach, and she can’t do anything about it?

She has no talent in the kitchen in her life. She wins with a pair of clever hands, but she will do a little manual work if she turns it over and over.

Song Mian's birthday these years, their special anniversary, the love story of Qixi Festival, these days hollowed out her skills.

It's time to learn some skills for boyfriend.

After having dinner that day, Yun thought to Song Mian, "Does your home have a tailor tailor?"

She never buys Song Mian because she can see that Song Mian's clothes are all unique and not available on the market. This cannot be done by any brand, and there is no brand logo on the clothes. , That's not Gaoding.

She did not speak of a clothing designer, but a tailor. The tailor is not a derogatory one. It is a traditional Chinese name for the master who makes clothes. She believes that the master who made clothes for Song Mian is definitely more willing to call her that. .

"Why did you ask this suddenly?" Song Mian wondered.

"I want to learn." Yun thinks about not looking for someone himself. The technical content is certainly not as high as that of Song Mian here.

Since you want to learn, then learn the best.

She thought very clearly that she learned the craftsmanship of making clothes, and she could change the pattern for Song Mian later.

There are also parents, Uncle Song, and even two younger brothers.

Even if she did poorly, by comparison, in their minds, it was thousands of times stronger than the high-level custom made.

"What makes you so interested?" Song Mian was even more curious.

It's hard to think about Yun, but it's not a good person. He thinks she is a decathlon, and she wants to intervene in everything.

Some skills, even if she was really interested, did not really take action.

Unless it involves filming, she will be very serious and persevering when it comes to expanding the field of filming.

Song Mian narrowed her eyebrows and thought about it. Recently, Yun Xiang was in the "Couple" crew. She didn't seem to take other jobs, or did she say that she had a new plan? Didn't she start preparations for "Flying" more than a year in advance?

Yun Xiangxiang’s hand stroked the clothes on his body, and his eyebrows were particularly gentle under the soft light: "I want to make clothes for you, and I want to feel how much satisfaction you can get when I wear the clothes I made one day. ."

In fact, Yun thinks that she has a woman's nature and wants to bring touch and warmth to her beloved man.

She can’t cook anymore, clothing, food, housing, living, and living. It’s impossible for her to provide better than Song Mian’s in her life. Only clothing can intervene. Although she has to study after twenty, it must be a bit Late, but she will redouble her efforts!

Just like the cold winter, a hot water pours from the throat, and Song Mian is as if wrapped in hot springs.

It was warm and soft, and that feeling made him tremble.

He dragged Yun Xiangxiang into his arms and hugged her tightly, always from the strong restraint and extremely restrained Song Mian, who was so excited that he lost his grasp of power and took Yun Xiangyun almost a bit out of breath. Come.

This kind of enthusiasm that seemed to want to rub himself into the bone blood also scared Yun to think about it.

Yun thought about it for a moment, feeling that she couldn't breathe before reaching out to beat Song Mian twice.

Song Mian calmed down his mood and released Yun thought a little, but still hugged her tightly and said in her ear: "I can't bear you to work too hard."

Yun thinks of having such a heart. Song Mian never wanted Yun to think about what he paid for and what he changed for him.

He likes Yun to think about it, to make sure she likes herself wholeheartedly, then all she needs to do is enjoy his devotion.

In Song Mian’s words, Yun Xiang’s heart also rolled around in the hot pot. She clasped her hands on his shoulders, gently pressed her face to his solid chest, and asked him softly: “A Mian , Why do you always like to cook for me?"

"I want to make you happy." Song Mian answered very purely, "Your happiness is my happiness."

"I also want to make you happy." Yun thought about it.

"I am happy now."

"No, I want you to experience the joy of cooking for me every time I eat, and then from your happiness, experience the happiness that is happy because of my efforts."

Like a tongue-twisting love story, Song Mian laughed warmly in his eyes: "Is it necessary to learn?"

"You have to learn." Yun thinks of raising her head and raising her small face, and nodding seriously, "Actually, I can ask Sister Yang."

Deng Yang is a famous fashion designer.

One cloud thinks whether or not to conceal Song Mian, the two of them are together every day, when they are apart, most of the clouds think about filming in the crew.

There is no time to toss, and it is unrealistic to want to create surprises. This is not something that can be learned in a day or two or a month or two.

Second, Yun thought about not wanting to delay Deng Yang's time, and third, he wanted to learn from the master who made Song Mian's daily clothes, so that he could better understand the fabrics and styles that Song Mian likes everyday.

"There are so many old traditions in your family. I remember that in the past new wives entered the door, didn't they have to make clothes for my grandparents?" Yun Xiang thought about taking advantage of the gap that Song Mian considered, "I asked you last time, you There are some rules at home, and I think your request seems too simple."

"It's a new era, of course, we must keep pace with the times." Song Mian held Yun Xiangshou's hand and looked at her dissatisfied answer, and told her truthfully, "The rules are dead, see more and less The requirements of the man's family. Our family only takes charge of my father and I, so we don't need so many rules."

If there are a lot of people in the family, then there must be rules.

Putting it out is not a matter of making a fuss or picking a bride. It’s just that some things aren’t said well in advance. If you have a lot of people and you make taboos or mistakes, it’s extremely difficult to control and fair.

Their family has been single-passed for several generations. If they make mistakes, they are the closest people in their own family. They do not need to set an example for their siblings, nor do they need to use rules to maintain balance.

"It turned out to be like this..." Yun thought about attending Hua Yuefei's engagement banquet, but Yun Jiang's rules for marrying a bride, Yun thought a lot about it, "I think I met you, even if I fell into Fuwo in!"