After the divorce, Mr. Sheng regretted it

Sheng Yuluo didn't argue with Yang Zhenglin, she just opened the door of the passenger seat and got in the car.

When Yang Zhenglin saw her move, a scheming smile immediately curled up on the corners of his lips.

This time, Sheng Yuhuai finally gave him a good idea.

Sheng Yuhuai said that as long as he dressed like a butterfly and appeared in front of Sheng Yuluo, Sheng Yuluo would definitely not be able to stand it.

After all, this is Sheng Yuluo's professional inertia.

She can't see anything ugly.

In this way, the story between him and Sheng Yuluo began.

To be honest, it takes courage to wear such a fancy dress.

Yang Zhenglin got into the car and asked pretending not to know, "Where are you going?"

"Go to my studio."

Before Sheng Yuluo ran a clothing company in other places.

Now, the clothing company is still open, but she spends most of her time in Los Angeles.

In addition to being the owner of a clothing company, she is also a fashion designer herself.

She deliberately opened a studio in Los Angeles, just to be able to do the career she loves.

When Yang Zhenglin heard that she was going to take him to her studio, he was so excited.

I heard that she never brings strangers to her studio.

She is willing to take him there, which naturally shows that in her heart, he is also someone she can trust.

"What are you happy about?" Sheng Yuluo could tell at a glance that Yang Zhenglin was in a good mood.

"It's nothing, I'm just inexplicably happy. Maybe I'm with you, that's it." Yang Zhenglin said a few words of earthy love by the way.

Sheng Yuluo said that in this case, she really couldn't accept it.

After a while, we arrived at Sheng Yuluo's studio.

Sheng Yuluo led him in.

Only then did Yang Zhenglin know that her studio is quite large.

There are all kinds of fabrics, materials, and colors hanging on the walls.

In addition, there are many costume decorations.

Sewing machines, trams, etc...

"Come with me." Sheng Yuluo led Yang Zhenglin to another room.

Opening the door of the room, Yang Zhenglin saw several rows of clothes.

"This is……"

"You can pick a few of the finished clothes I designed recently and take them home. Be obedient, let's stop wearing clothes of this style." Sheng Yuluo really couldn't stand it any longer.

Yang Zhenglin took a rough look at the rows of clothes.

However, he didn't mean to choose.

"Yuluo, why don't you...can you tailor some clothes for me? I want something unique in this world." Yang Zhenglin looked at her with a smile on his face.

"You are thick-skinned enough to dare to ask for anything." Sheng Yuluo rolled his eyes at him.

But when she turned her head, she still took a piece of paper: "Write down your measurements."

"I'm a big man, how can I know my measurements?" Yang Zhenglin frowned.

Sheng Yuluo had no choice but to get the measuring stick.

"Measure for me." Yang Zhenglin spread his arms cooperatively.

Sheng Yuluo often helped some people take measurements, so she didn't think much about it.

She leaned forward directly, ready to measure Yang Zhenglin's bust.

However, as soon as her hands wrapped around his back, he hugged her directly.

"Yang Zhenglin!" Sheng Yuluo was shocked by his move.

Yang Zhenglin smiled contentedly: "Come closer, don't you measure better?"

Sheng Yuluo's cheeks flushed involuntarily.

She quickly backed out of his arms, and glared at him: "Playing a hooligan is just being a hooligan, don't make excuses for me!"

"Who doesn't want to play hooligans when they meet someone they like?" Yang Zhenglin expressed his feelings again.

Since the last time he spoke up, he began to feel confident.

If you like someone, what is there to be afraid of?

When it's time to express your intentions, don't be vague!