Chapter 941
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Her fair face was flushed. Sheng Yize thought it was funny and poked her. "You still blush as easily as before."
Ever since she was young.
An Xiaxia slapped his hand away, still frowning. "What if it's really something serious?"
"For example?"
An Xiaxia thought for a moment. "For example, if the child isn't yours?"
"..." Sheng Yize was speechless.
An Xiaxia felt like she had said something wrong and quickly explained, "For example! It's just an example! "
"Another one." Sheng Yize's face darkened, depressed.
Any man who heard his wife say that the child wasn't his would be depressed!
"Then... cheat you of all your money and run away with it?" An Xiaxia thought for a long time before coming up with an idea.
Sheng Yize chuckled, his eyes full of disdain. "You don't have that kind of IQ."
"..." Would he die if he didn't attack her one day...
An Xiaxia bit the corner of her blanket. "If that day really comes..."
"It won't," Sheng Yize said resolutely. "I trust you."
An Xiaxia was touched, feeling more and more like Blue Rain was lying.
But then she thought about it. When Sheng Yize said "trust", did he mean "trust in her IQ"?
An Xiaxia felt stifled.
"Xiaxia," Sheng Yize called her and changed the topic. "Do you want to take wedding photos?"
"Oh?" An Xiaxia reacted. "Can I?"
Thinking about it, the two of them didn't even have many photos together, let alone wedding photos.
Sheng Yize smiled. "Of course."
"Then I'll ask Momo which studio she and He Jiayu took the photo at..." An Xiaxia looked around for her phone.
"No need to ask." Sheng Yize held her hand. "We won't take it at the studio."
"Then where are we going? The studio? "
Sheng Yize shook his head and said mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough."
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The next day.
Sheng Yize took An Xiaxia through the busy streets and found a small shop.
The shop was decorated warmly and freshly. There were a few pots of green plants on the windowsill and all sorts of strange trinkets inside.
The shop's name was also poetic: Love & 039; ti.
There was only a young girl in the shop. She exchanged a few words with Sheng Yize, then glanced at An Xiaxia with a smile. She tore off the white cloth on the mannequin, revealing the incredibly beautiful and exquisite wedding dress underneath.
It was white and dreamy, decorated with fine diamonds. The layers of skirt were like flowers. Just the model wearing it was already shocking to see.
"This is …" An Xiaxia was stunned.
Sheng Yize squeezed her palm. "Do you like it?"
How could he not like it?
An Xiaxia bit her lips in excitement.
The girl next to her told her in English, "Your husband designed it himself. I envy you so much, ma 'am."
An Xiaxia looked at Sheng Yize in disbelief. He knew how to design clothes?
"Ahem, I've studied architecture, but I'm not good at fashion design. I'm just involved in the design, and the designer is the one who completes it." Sheng Yize was very humble. "It's the tradition of the Sheng family that the husband designs the wedding dress for the wife."
It had been around for a long time. Granny Sheng also had one designed by Grandpa Sheng.
Only his mother did not.
He didn't want to leave An Xiaxia with any regrets.
Even so, An Xiaxia was already touched enough. She threw herself into his arms. "Thank you."
Sheng Yize's body stiffened. He touched her head. "Silly … Why are you thanking me?"
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