The door of the lounge was slowly pushed open.

Bohua put the wedding design drawing on the table and respectfully said: "Miss Qiao, the scales of these dresses on the picture are all customized according to your circumference. See which one you like, and I will ask the designer to send the clothes over. ."

Qiao Yimo glanced at the design drawing on the table.

She spoke casually, "It doesn't feel good."

Bo Hua: "???"

"Miss Qiao, don't you like it? This is customized by an excellent designer. The fabrics and styles are all up to date."

Didn't Miss Qiao always talk about anything? Why are the requirements so high this time?

I don’t even look at it, just say no?

"Do you really like it?" Leng Jian stepped forward and hugged the girl's waist.

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, very lazy and thankful, and said slowly: "I like it, you may not like it."

"How does Momo know that I don't like it?" The man laughed.

Qiao Yimo took the album in his hand, glanced at it, and said solemnly:

"The first thigh split design."

"The second open-waist design."

"The third halter design."

"The fourth one is even more exaggerated, V has reached the belly button."

She repeats what he said mischievously.

In short, he was very dissatisfied with a little bit of flesh.

Qiao Yimo exposed this cautious thought to Leng Juan. He coughed, pretending to be generous, "This time is an engagement ceremony. Only once in a lifetime. I respect your choice."

"real?"

"Yeah." The man should be more guilty, and should be quieter.

Qiao Yimo flipped through the album at will. When she saw the last dress, she nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the picture, "This one."

Bo Hua leaned over to see that it was an S-curve dress.

Sexy, playful, all in one.

"Miss Qiao, you are too discerning. The designer of this dress you chose came back from M country. What about the famous designer U in the country? Have you heard of it? How many people want to find her to design a dress, she There is no promise."

However, this kind of clothes is worn in front of so many people...Can Lord Tiong agree?

Bo Hua looked at Leng Jue with some uncertainty, and hesitated: "Master Juo, what do you think?"

The man looked at the dress, only his throat tightened, his face was blue and black, "Listen to Momo."

I have said everything, and can't get it back.

And Momo didn't seem to be merciful. I directly chose a dress that can highlight my figure.

Thinking of the engagement day, hundreds of men stared at her directly.

He felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

But what you say is like splashed water, which can't be recovered.

If he regrets it again, Momo will definitely feel that he has a small belly.

After Bo Hua left, Leng Tien approached Qiao Yimo tentatively.

He cautiously said in her ear: "Momo, the cheongsam you wore at my 26th birthday party, I think it suits you, why didn't you design it yourself this time?"

The bare arms, chest, legs, etc. were all wrapped tightly, and he didn't want to be too satisfied.

Qiao Yimo played with his phone cross-legged, glanced at the man casually, and muttered, "Is that a dress?"

It should be cotton clothes.

At that time, she designed such clothes in order to cater to him.

But now there is only one engagement, and of course she has to choose the one she likes best.

After all, except this time, she didn't know when she would be able to put on such a beautiful dress.

"Momo, I still don't think it's very good-looking, the other ones may be more suitable for you."

In fact, what the man said is that there are few other exposed places than this one.

Of course Qiao Yimo understands.

Obviously the sour is dying, but also the mouth is stiff.

But what made Qiao Yimo even harder to think of was that the man was actually very generous this time and said directly: "Well, Momo, you are happy, I will ask Bo Hua to send the dress over as soon as possible."

Qiao Yimo was rational, and he played a mobile game. JrNovels.com