You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 366 Measurement
Wen Qing'er pulled Ying Yu to the cloth, pointed to the moon-white one and asked, "Ah Yu, do you like the color of the material? Can Qingqing make you a coat?"

Wen Qing'er leaned on Ying Yu's shoulder, looked up at Ying Yu with a smile on her head, her eyes seemed to be full of stars, and people couldn't help but want to get closer, and get closer.

Ying Yu held Wen Qing'er's fingertips, and rubbed them against his cheeks, warm currents flowed from his heart, all of which were warmed by Wen Qing'er, crushed, and mixed into Ying Yu's blood.

Why is his Qingqing so nice and so tender, does this silly girl know what it means for a woman to make clothes for a man herself?

"Okay, okay, Qingqing, I'm so happy, I'm not willing to wear this outer shirt." Ying Yu gently embraced Wen Qinger, lifted Wen Qinger's chin, lowered her head and gently stamped on it.

Wen Qing'er shared half of the luster just now, and half of the joy in her heart, but all the overflowing love was shared, with breath and eyes.

Ying Yu left just a little bit, and Wen Qing'er and Wen Qing'er pressed their foreheads and rubbed their noses, neither of them was willing to open their mouths to break this short-lived blissful tranquility.

In the end, it was Wen Qing'er who covered her familiar face, and was the first to lose. She was drunk earlier, and everything became blurred and hazy.

But today, right now, people are sober sober that they can no longer be sober, but Wen Qinger feels her mind is full and dizzy, wrapped and assimilated by Ying Yu's familiar and warm mint fragrance.

Ying Yu gently kneaded the back of Wen Qing'er's neck, and it took Wen Qing'er a long time to recover.

"If you're not willing to wear it, then I won't make clothes for you!" Wen Qing'er pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand and pinched Ying Yu's fingertips, her heart was also sweet and willful.

"That's not going to happen. Qingqing will do what she says. A Yu wears the clothes Qingqing makes every day, every day, and never takes them off for a moment!"

Wen Qinger didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing that Ying Yu's expression didn't look like she was joking, she hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Young Master Yongwei still can't wear Qingqing's clothes! If you really wear them every day, what will you look like?" !"

Ying Yu hooked Wen Qing'er's little finger, and said childishly when she opened her mouth: "With the clothes made by Qingqing, the other clothes can no longer be seen by A Yu. Qingqing doesn't know, this is really a shame." It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality!"

"Then you are going to exhaust your Qingqing to death! If I make your clothes for all seasons, my eyes will be burnt out and my fingers will become rough. Ayu is willing?"

Wen Qing'er said slyly, and even showed Ying Yu the fingertip that was pierced when she made clothes for her brother today.

The eye of the needle was long gone, but Ying Yu hurriedly frowned and rubbed Wen Qing'er's fingertips, as if the needle had pierced her heart.

"Then don't do it, just this one, A Yu doesn't pay attention, as long as the clothes can hide the body!"

Only then did Wen Qing'er remember the business, and quickly pulled Ying Yu to stand up straight, took the soft leather rope and measured it on Ying Yu's body.

The soft leather rope was put around Ying Yu's neck, and Wen Qing'er pulled the rope to pull him closer, and boldly touched the corner of Ying Yu's mouth on tiptoe.

Then came the broad shoulders, straight back, and thin waist.

Ying Yu fiddled with Wen Qinger, lowered her head and lovingly used her eyes to describe Wen Qinger's red eyebrows, her straight nose, and her small diamond lips over and over again.

He never wanted to hug Wen Qing'er more than now, and wanted to marry Wen Qing'er home, the golden house hides the beauty, everything is good, and all the beauty is only for him.

(End of this chapter)