ABO flower beauty

08

"No, no, absolutely not this one—!"

Xu Langyue sighed and hugged her forehead: "Can't you get a solid color one?"

Although the number of cameras has been reduced to a minimum, the two have generally reached a consensus, and Wen Hongyu even put on a Mr. Hao mask that fits perfectly, but Xu Langyue still can't help but want to sing against him. After all, they really have different aesthetics. natural moat.

Wen Hongyu blinked his eyes, he was born with a pair of romantic and affectionate eyes, when he looked at others so earnestly and wholeheartedly, few people could refuse: "I think this is pure color."

Xu Langyue raised the gorgeous peacock green dress with gold trim a little higher, and stood on tiptoes herself to make sure that Wen Hongyu could see the royal blue dark lines clearly: "There are at least three colors on this suit. It's not called pure color!"

If he didn't do this kind of action, it would look like he was arguing, but after he made such a move, Wen Hongyu smiled and hugged him into his arms, took the clothes again, and looked at the sun carefully. Just flirting.

Wen Hongyu propped his chin: "How about trying that wine red one?"

Xu Langyue folded her arms and looked at him angrily: "Don't choose, I'll do it."

The young master's attitude towards marriage is actually unexpectedly serious, at least the ceremony must meet his standards, so he is willing to step up to the altar and sacrifice the love that has not had time to start.

His aesthetics are more classical, and he insists on choosing pure white or pure black tuxedos, while Wen Hongyu is very flamboyant, and every piece he chooses is like the fashionistas’ attire during the Peacock Revolution in the last century: the texture is mohair or double palace Silk, inlaid with feathers and exaggerated edging, gemstones, tassels, the colors are even brighter, berry red, French blue, bright silver, emerald green... Xu Langyue has a headache at a glance, suspecting that he is going to perform on stage.

The corsage on the left is also particular about wearing. According to the standards of gentlemen in the Edwardian period, there are only three types that men can wear: blue cornflowers, red carnations, or white gardenias.

Xu Langyue prefers gardenias, and is not sensitive to Wen Hongyu's suggestion of red and white roses or dahlias as big as his palm: "Just keep it simple!"

"I can't help it, it's up to you, as long as you're happy." Wen Hongyu seemed to kiss his forehead affectionately, but just brushed it lightly, but it caused Xu Langyue to tremble uncontrollably—this is absolutely not Because of the heartbeat, just because of embarrassment, the lines of this domineering president are too outdated, especially this one who just pointed to a deep V dress with broken diamonds on the neckline and asked him if he would like to change it, it is really beyond Xu Lang month acceptance limit.

However, the staff members were all very happy, and those who helped them try on the clothes also whispered, they didn't go to order, but booked a high-end boutique for a period of time, Xu Langyue knew what Wen Hongyu was drawing after a little thought, presumably Before their "love tour" video clips are finished, gossip about how well-matched they are will trickle down the ears of store clerks and make their way to regular customers.

Xu Langyue tried her best not to show an embarrassing expression, pushed Wen Hongyu away a little, and asked someone to get the white dress she had fancy before: "Try it first, it is definitely the best-looking one I picked."

In fact, being able to drag Xu Sanshao out of the house to go shopping is already a certain degree of true love, but Xu Langyue didn't want to reveal this to Wen Hongyu.

Wen Hongyu was playing with a gardenia, trying to pin it on Xu Langyue's front: "Why did you choose a gardenia? A white dress with blue cornflowers is also very good."

It turned out that he didn't know the dress code, but his thinking was a little too unrestrained.

Xu Langyue is very happy that he can catch up with her own thinking, getting along is like this, the cornerstone has to be built from brick to brick, if the chicken and the duck talk at the beginning, as if the hero and heroine are not memorizing the lines of the same play, then What can I do in the future?

After all, the young master is still optimistic by nature, he doesn't live like his elder brother who takes one step at a time and watches ten steps. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, his eyes curved like crescent moons: "You can guess."

"I do have a guess." Wen Hongyu suddenly leaned over with the movement of inserting a boutonniere, and wrapped Xu Langyue in his arms. With a voice that only two people could hear, he spoke as if he was broadcasting news. Yuandi said: "Gardenias are so fragrant that you can't even dust them off, so they are not taken by elegant people. Gardenias said: 'Fuck you, I just want to smell like this. It smells so good, you fucking Can you manage it?'"

Xu Langyue was stunned for a moment, then fell down laughing, she had to grab Wen Hongyu's tie so as not to fall to the ground laughing directly: "Yes, it's because of this passage!"

This famous sentence in "The Vegetation of the World" is a declaration of gardenia's gaudy but free, Xu Langyue's hobbies also exposed his carefully hidden side - the young master is not so cute and docile, he can be very narrow , can also be very tricky, and occasionally even cynical, thinking that he might as well have a glandular cutting operation, and then there will be so many messy things.

But as soon as he said this kind of thought, his brother would definitely be regarded as a bolt from the blue. He blamed himself for not taking good care of his brother, so he pretended to be satisfied with his life and pretended that even if there were difficulties, he would be lucky to get through it.

Wen Hongyu looked at him meaningfully, and straightened his messy front: "You suddenly started confronting me, I'm afraid it's also to reassure your second brother, and let him confirm that I didn't cheat his precious brother away?"

Xu Langyue really wanted to answer him "No, it's because of your poor taste", but she felt a little guilty, so she looked away.

Wen Hongyu laughed, clasped his hands comfortably, and leaned back: "Brother really doesn't like me, why don't we open a handicap, since he bet that we can't get engaged smoothly, we'll play the role of gunpowder for him." Look. When you get engaged, you can enter the market safely and make a fraudulent bet. The winner takes all, how about it?"

Xu Langyue asked reflexively: "What's the odds?" Just after finishing speaking, she cupped her cheeks angrily, "I didn't say what I just said, you didn't hear anything!"

Wen Hongyu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, not a smirk that he usually pretends to be, but a genuine feeling that the young master is very interesting: "You really have accumulated a lot of opinions about him... It seems that he doesn't know himself that well." The apple of the eye'."

"Nonsense, the person who understands me best in this world is my brother."

"Is it?"

Wen Hongyu smiled, why talk deep when we have a shallow relationship?So he stopped asking, and Xu Langyue remained silent.

Ask yourself, he is indeed playing a "better version of himself" in order to reassure his family. Sometimes the little devil's traits can't help but run out, and he is locked back into the little angel's box seriously.

For some reason, Wen Hongyu can always see through him at a glance, just like he can also keenly feel the other party's emotions.Xu Langyue sometimes thinks, maybe this is not only caused by pheromones, but that they are really suitable: after taking off the mask made of gold powder, someone can accompany you to scold your mother heartily.

But he couldn't and didn't dare to think about it anymore. All the tacit understanding can only be attributed to pheromones. After all, Wen Hongyu is not a good partner for a serious relationship, and the person who is tempted first is the easiest to lose his armor. understandable.

"Your dress is ready." The staff member came with a smile on his face. Wen Hongyu took it with a nod, but Xu Langyue didn't. "I don't drink before [-] pm on weekdays, thank you."

Wen Hongyu almost laughed out loud, and whispered in his ear: "Who told me before that he was not drunk after a thousand drinks? A sanctimonious little alcoholic."

Xu Langyue stomped on him secretly: "I have to pretend to be honest outside, or my brother will definitely find out that I'm stealing wine!"

Wen Hongyu himself only cares about intrigues with his brothers every day, and can't understand the Xu family's overprotection. In his opinion, Xu Changming is definitely a pervert who likes his younger brother to a suspicious degree.

Hearing this, Wen Hongyu shrugged, called the clerk, and whispered a few words, the clerk looked at Xu Langyue suddenly, and made an "ok" gesture, and Xu Langyue walked towards the fitting room inexplicably.

The fitting room here is very spacious, like a dressing room for celebrities. Xu Langyue noticed at first sight that there was a glass of gin and tonic on the dressing table next to the full-length mirror, and there were sliced ​​lemons and sparkling water on the plate. It was obviously Wen Hongyu's arrangement for him to adjust it by himself, so that he could drink secretly while avoiding people.

Xu Langyue suddenly fell into the battle between heaven and man, to drink or not to drink?

If you drink it down, it is tantamount to confirming that you have been caught by Wen Hongyu, but if you don't drink it, the gardenia declaration just now is still ringing in your ears. Wen Hongyu's voice is still quite nice, like a cello—don't Think about it!Cough, if you didn't drink it, wouldn't you look too hypocritical?

Xu Langyue pulled off the bow tie with one hand, picked up a replacement dress and tried it on with the other, and after he looked at himself up, down, left, and right in the full-length mirror to confirm that everything was fine, he suddenly realized that this elegant little gentleman had something extra in his hands— —an extra glass of wine that was already empty.

Xu Langyue could already hear Wen Hongyu's seemingly gentle but mocking laughter, this guy must be very proud now.

The young master stared at himself in the mirror, and with an idea, he suddenly burst into a very gentle smile.

He can't be the only one who loses his composure, and wait and see, he will get back with revenge.