Chapter 1130 Reality 7
The sounds of musical instruments are getting closer.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!
She took two deep breaths and stared at the door nervously. Fu Yizhi was the first to come in from the outside, and their eyes met for the first time.
Boom boom boom boom—
Heart beats faster!
Obviously someone who has had **** many times, but when it's time to be nervous, she can't help it.
Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu went up to meet Fu Yizhi, surrounded by relatives and friends. Fu An'an could only hear voices buzzing in her ears until Fu Yizhi finished greeting with all the relatives and friends of the Fu family and walked towards her.
The perennially stern face showed a gentle smile to her, as if there was a magic power to soothe people's hearts.
At that moment, most of the feeling of panic and confusion disappeared, and everyone gradually heard the sound of discussion and congratulations.
"This kid is really handsome!"
This is what Grandma Fu said.
"Why does An An look so stupid today?"
This is what Grandpa Fu said.
"Watching An An grow up, I feel that yesterday she and Yuanyuan were still wearing crotch pants and wetting the bed together, so they are going to get married today!"
This is the sigh of Aunt Sufen.
Zhang Yuanyuan quickly interrupted, "Mom, be careful!"
Fu Anan: =.=
Aunt Sufen, there is no need to recall such things as wearing crotch pants.
"An'an, look at me."
She was thinking in her heart, when she was suddenly called. As soon as he raised his head, Fu Yizhi bent down and made a boo in front of everyone.
"Ah! It's so sweet."
Zhang Yuanyuan's scream came from beside her.
Hearing the booing of the people next to him, Fu Anan became nervous again. The roots of her ears turned red uncontrollably. The burden of being an upright boss was greater than that of Fu Yizhi.
Until all the relatives and friends dispersed and bid farewell to the parents of both parties, Fu Anan was taken upstairs by Fu Yizhi in a daze.
In the room, where are the four sets of super expensive dresses already placed.
Red, pure white.
Luxury, publicity, atmosphere, sexy.
Fu Yizhi held her waist, "Try?"
The first piece to be taken down is the one with the least cloth.
Low-cut, open back, soft silk tied around the neck, the back just hangs at the ridge groove. The narrow width of the skirt just wraps around her waist, and the design that only reaches the thighs seems to have cut corners a little bit.
Fu Anan pulled down again, "Brother Fu, is this skirt a bit short?"
Bought this thing for 1,000 points?
"Not short."
Fu Yizhi's fingers gently slid across her back, letting down her tied-up hair. The slightly curly hair was scattered on the neck and shoulders, and a long veil was put on her.
At this time, there was still a two-finger-wide, white lace border left on the hanger.
She took it off to have a look, the sleeve was a bit too big for her arms, so she put it on around her neck.
Then got blocked.
"This is a sock ring."
Fu Yizhi stopped her from putting it on her neck, untied the strap and squatted down slowly. He explained in a low and slow voice, "It originated in Europe. In the earliest days, this item was used to fix shirts for men. Later, due to changes in the material of shirts, this kind of stockings and shirt clips were gradually no longer used, and became A decoration."
Fu Yizhi buttoned it gently for her, as if wrapping a gift for himself with his own hands. The white ribbon on the thigh made the already a little **** look even more pure.
Fu Yizhi's throat rose and fell slightly, "An'an..."
(end of this chapter)