There is more than a month left before the wedding day, and the fifth thought is really not concerned about the wedding process at all. Mu Yunyao and Song Molan are all busy.

On the second day of the wedding date, the famous designer personally tailored the wedding dress and dresses for his daughter on the fifth day of the fifth day. It took hundreds of people, all of which were handmade and completely big. Mu Yunyao was always staring at it, but the fifth day of the fifth day was not concerned at all, and she was so busy that she couldn't get along.

When she agreed on the details of the wedding with Song Molan, she didn't know how to explain Niannian's heart. Or did Song Molan see something, "In-law, do you have something to say to me?"

Since everyone has spoken, Mu Yunyao naturally has no time to hide it. "We never mind everything and just become the boss, I..."

"In-law, you are still seeing each other with me. We are not the same as Yuchen. We are not the same as you. Wedding photos, stylists, and wedding matters are all left to you alone."

"Men are definitely not that careful."

"It's all the same, they're both half-finished, so no one has to feel guilty."

Mu Yunyao was very pleased that Niannian's mother-in-law was such an easy person to get along with.

The two agreed on the details and went their separate ways.

Mu Yunyao decided to go to the store at Diwu Nian to see what she was busy with recently, and she couldn't even care about her own wedding.

After pushing open the door of origin, you can hear the cold female voice, "Is there anything that can help you?"

Mu Yunyao looked up at the girl. She was under twenty years old, with collagen on her face, and a calm and indifferent expression. She nodded slightly, "Is the fifth thought there?"

Ling Yan'er asked, "Do you have an appointment with our boss?"

Mu Yunyao smiled and said, "My phone is out of battery, just say that her mother is here to find her."

Ling Yan'er was stunned and then quickly reacted, "Wait, the boss meets the customer on it, I'll grind you a cup of coffee!"

Mu Yunyao waved her hand quickly, "No need, I can't get used to that thing, you'd better change me to a cup of Longjing, the rainy sky! I remember that girl has this kind of tea here."

"Okay." She also said that in the rain that originated from, Longjing, probably no one would like that taste except for her occasionally, so even Master Wumian only likes to drink Coke and doesn't like tea at all, and he rarely makes tea.

"If it's not trouble, can you put some hawthorn slices for me?" When Mu Yunyao was a girl, she liked to put some hawthorn in her food, which had a faint sour taste and could also make her appetizing. This was also when A Sheng first drank a sip of the soup at An's house, he knew that the soup was made by her, and then guessed that she was Mu Yunyao.

Ling Yan'er paused, scooped a spoonful of tea leaves and stopped in the air, staring at Mu Yunyao in a daze, "Is it delicious to put hawthorn in Longjing tea?"

"Maybe it's my habit that I have been doing for many years, and I can't change it now."

Ling Yan'er put the brewed tea in front of Mu Yunyao, and saw her holding the tea cup, gently caressing the tea with the lid of the tea bowl, and putting away the tea leaves. Her movements were extremely elegant. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and the posture of drinking tea made her feel familiar.

"I have a friend who is not too familiar with me likes to add some hawthorn for every meal, which is said to be appetizing."

Mu Yunyao smiled faintly, "It's so big that it's not strange for people with similar habits to have people with similar habits."

“That’s right.”

At this time, the fifth thought happened to send the guest downstairs. When he saw Mu Yunyao coming, he was very happy, "Mom, why are you here?"

"Let's see what you are busy with. Look at you. I've lost a lot of weight recently. Have you not had a good meal? Your stomach has been bad."

Wu Nian quickly made a stop gesture, "Mom, I remember you are a gentle and graceful woman. When did you become so nagging?"

Mu Yunyao burst out laughing, "If you can take good care of yourself, I will definitely not nag."

Wu Nian took her arm, leaned her little head against her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "The child who has a mother who loves is a baby."

Ling Yan'er looked at Mu Yunyao's back and thoughtfully. Even Feng Yuanman didn't know when he would come. She still felt a palm wind flashing in front of her eyes, and then she came to her senses, "What's the good thing about that staircase?"

"Nothing, didn't you have classes this afternoon? Why did you run back?"

Feng Yuanman said with a cold face and frown, "Don't mention it, I think that Sheng Dong must be a lunatic. He actually went to school to block me and wanted to live in our house every day. I really admire him. You said he would rather spend a lot of time running to tease me. He must be a head sick, and he is still very sick."

Ling Yan'er couldn't figure out what Sheng Dong was thinking?

It’s not that perfection is not good, but Shengdong has kept you ugly all day long. Who can believe that such a person pursues perfection because he likes perfection?

The door was pushed open again, and the person who came was Sheng Dong with sunglasses. His silk was a little messy, and even his clothes were torn. Sheng Dong pointed at Feng Yuanman angrily, and even his fingers were trembling. He said viciously, "You are so good, you really do everything to hide from me."

Ling Yan'er lowered her voice, "What's going on?"

Feng Yuanman said proudly, "He pestered me at school, and then I shouted, Shengdong! Then what he experienced, where did I know!"

Ling Yan'er looked at Sheng Dong, and her clothes were almost torn apart. It's conceivable how much effort he had to escape from the crazy fans. No wonder he was so angry!

"You fat and ugly girl, you are the blessing you have cultivated in ten lifetimes. You refuse me without knowing what you are doing?" He has never been as embarrassed as today. Sheng Dong, who has no bodyguard, was almost stripped of his pants and inexplicably attacked him. His back, butt, and chest did not escape the clutches of those crazy fans.

Feng Yuanman hates Sheng Dong's tone the most, "I'm still emitting blue smoke from my ancestral grave!"
Chapter completed!