Ji Zhao walked over and did it. Ji Yang set her eyes in disapproval. She told the truth. "Brother Yan Ye sent me back."
Listen to her Yan Ye city name Jiyang face a stunned "what? Yan Yecheng also went to Yanzhou? "
Jizhao hurriedly said, "He used to do things and dropped in on me at the same time."
Ji Yang nodded and asked Ji Zhaoqing, "Is Zhao Zhaoyan Yecheng good to you?"
JiZhao watched her brother come, and she didn’t want to worry him any more, but he really didn’t want to marry Yan Ye City …
After brewing for a while, she replied softly, "Brother, if I don’t marry Yan Yecheng, can you agree?"
She looked at her brother and his face changed. Before he spoke, Ji Zhao had already understood Ji Yang’s eyes …
After half an hour, Ji Zhao returned to his room exhausted.
Jiyang objected to her eyes. She still had some palpitations in her mind, but she couldn’t help it. Her parents died early. She was raised by her brother since she was a child, and she suffered a lot. Now she doesn’t want to disappoint her brother …
Afraid that Jiyang was worried that she didn’t tell him about her fever, even if she felt uncomfortable, she resisted being taught a lesson by Jiyang before she went downstairs.
I went to the medicine cabinet and found that I ate a tube of fever medicine for myself, climbed into bed and fell asleep without taking a shower.
The second day early in the morning, she was awakened by Yan Ye’s dialect.
She took a quick look at the words and put them on mute, then fell asleep again blindfolded.
Sleeping until she wakes up naturally, she sweats a lot and feels much lighter before she can sit up in bed.
It suddenly occurred to me that Yan Yecheng had spoken just now. She took a word from the bedside table and looked at it. There were actually more than one missed call, and all of them were Yan Yecheng.
There is also a WeChat that he sent, but the simple words are very similar to his "Why don’t you answer the phone" followed by three greetings.
Jizhao thought for a while and didn’t return his words, but returned him a short message.
"I just woke up in mute. What’s up?"
As soon as she sent it there, she already sent back the message "Is the fever better?"
"Much better," she answered truthfully.
"See you at the wedding dress shop at noon that day."
JiZhao setting screen half ring to enter a’ good’ word sent out.
The next day, she arrived at the bridal shop at half past twelve because of a short traffic jam.
After entering, she was led to the second floor by the clerk.
In the VIP room, the foreign designer who designed her clothes for the first time was waiting inside.
Seeing her come in, the man was happy to give her a hug and say, "Miss Ji, welcome."
Ji Zhao smiled and hugged him for a week, but she didn’t see the figure of Yan Yecheng. She couldn’t help but ask, "Is Mr. Bu not here yet?"
"Mr. Step came for a while and just took a word before leaving." The man smiled politely. "He asked me to explain to you whether the wedding dress is suitable or not. Remember to tell him later."
Ji Zhao couldn’t help frowning. "Come and go?" What’s the hurry? I didn’t even call her for a while
"Yes," the designer nodded and suddenly remembered something. "When Mr. Bu left, he seemed to have told his assistant to let him book a plane ticket for him. It seems that he was going away."
Jizhaoxin "hitched" a face of a white hanging on both sides of the hand can’t help but pick up.
Is booking a plane ticket to Yanzhou?
"Miss Ji, shall we try on the wedding dress now or take a break and try again?"
The designer’s question interrupted her thoughts. Her pale face could not see the emotion. She nodded and replied softly, "Let’s try it now."
This wedding dress looks simple, but it was helped by two shopping guides when she tried on it.
I don’t know if the designer has measured the wrong size or if she has lost weight again in the last two or three days, and it doesn’t fit her at all.
When the designer came out, his face was bright but his waist was short. He soon found that he didn’t wrinkle his eyebrows. "Miss Ji, have you lost weight recently?"
Jizhao smiled and put his hands around his waist. "I think so."
"Fortunately, I tried it on before," the designer said with a lingering fear. "Please try it on and I’ll measure your waistline and change it again."
