Three Treasures Falling from Heaven

Chapter 347 If My Husband Is A Handsome Old Man 2 [Additional]

The man standing with his hands behind his back only gave three words: "Not interested."

Rongrong didn't know what evil intentions he had, and repeatedly bewitched Mo Shaozhen: "Brother, please be merciful, he is 75 years old this year, and a person who may be buried in the ground at any time, do you really want to let him go?" End with hatred?"

"What does it have to do with me?" A very ruthless and indifferent voice.

Rongrong scratched his hair, glanced at the little sister-in-law in the banquet hall, and suddenly had an idea: "But that old guy is the Lafayette in the fashion industry, known as the father of fashion, and enjoys a high reputation in the world.

And the old man said to the outside world that if this year's wish is fulfilled, he will accept another closed disciple. If my sister-in-law can become his closed disciple, even if it is only a nominal closed disciple, it will be a supreme honor for my sister-in-law. Can laugh out loud. "

Mo Shaozhen's ruthless voice slowed down slightly: "She will?"

"Of course, it is necessary. If you don't believe me, I'll call my sister-in-law over now and ask her if she would like to become that old man's closed disciple?"

Seeing that Mo Shaozhen did not refute, Rongrong immediately pushed open the balcony door, walked into the banquet hall, and waved to Gu Lianlian.

"Sister-in-law, this way."

Hearing Rongrong's call, Gu Lianlian said to her mother and Shen Junwan: "Mom, godmother, I'm sorry."

"Go." Ji Shirou said.

After nodding, Gu Lianlian walked towards the balcony.

Mo Shaozhen's tall body was standing against the railing. Seeing her husband's face fascinated by the interlacing of moonlight and lights, her heart couldn't help thumping. What an evildoer, she didn't let her meet every day. produce aesthetic fatigue.

Seeing that Gu Lianlian was holding the entrance ticket to the Fashion Museum in his hand, Rong Rong let out a snort, "Hey, little sister-in-law, what are you holding in your hand?"

Gu Lianlian flicked the admission ticket in her hand, and said: "My godmother gave me the admission ticket to a fashion museum in the imperial capital. She got it through a lot of connections. It is said that the old man in the fashion industry The Buddha will also visit, and he also intends to accept a closed disciple."

Rongrong's eyes flashed: "Lafayette in the fashion industry, what's so great, I'm excited about you."

Gu Lianlian said arrogantly: "What do you know, the Lafayette in the fashion industry, Aldrich, is a true master. I have read many of his works. When I was in school, the teacher often used his works as classic cases to us. Explain, does my super idol understand?"

Rongrong became excited: "You really want to be his closed disciple?"

"Nonsense, as a designer with aspirations, who wouldn't want to be the late disciple of the father of fashion?"

Rongrong was as excited as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, and kept winking at Mo Shaozhen.

At this moment, Mo Shaozhen was lazily leaning back against the railing of the guardrail. Seeing a strand of hair blocking the starlight in her eyes, he raised his slender hand and gently lifted the strand of hair that blocked the beautiful scenery to her. Behind the girl's ear, with a somewhat leisurely attitude, staring at the bright and excited face of the girl's point of interest, she quietly asked: "Do you really want to become a closed disciple?"

Gu Lianlian listened to Mo Shaozhen's serious question, and said with a sneer: "Hey, I'm just daydreaming and dreaming to refresh my brain. How can it be so easy for the closed disciple of the father of fashion? In fact, I just want to join in the fun. About the night story, just think about it."

Rongrong at the side immediately beamed with joy and said, "With my brother here, what kind of fantasy can't become a dream come true? Brother, right?"

(End of this chapter)