Su Qiao was eating snacks while casually Underground Passage; "Well, it's already done. You can try it and see if it suits you."
Feng Han unwrapped the package and took out the clothes inside to look at it.
It is burgundy red, embroidered with silver threads, and has a circle of silver lace on the breast and sleeves. It looks really good.
It's just... the more he looked at it, the more he looked like a happy man.
Feng Han's eyes became more profound, with a smile on his lips, "Okay."
Su Qiao finished the snacks, filled his stomach a little, removed the clap, and was about to go to the kitchen at the back. Unexpectedly, the man came out of the inner room wearing only a white tunic and holding a burgundy robe made by Su Qiao.
He raised his waist with an innocent look on his face and said, "How do I get this belt?"
Su Qiao had a dark look on his face. "What I make are just ordinary robes, not fancy clothes, right?"
Feng Han blinked and said calmly, "I never wear it myself."
Su Qiao The corners of his mouth twitched.
It's such a good life, I don't even have to wear any clothes myself.
If this were put into modern times, it would be Man-child.
"Where are the people?"
Su Qiao wanted to ask Little Gui and the others to help him put it on, but when he turned around, there was not even a ghost in the hall.
Feng Han remained calm Underground Passage: "They are all busy making lunch."
"They're all gone?" Why didn't she believe it so much?
"Yuan Wu They are still busy." Feng Han casually put his robe on his body and walked up to her with a girdle.
Su Qiao stared at him for a while.
This guy has convinced her, right?
He reached out and took the belt in his hand. "Open your hands."
Feng Han stretched out his arms obediently.
"Teach me once, and do it yourself next time."
After saying that, Su Qiao helped him tidy up the white tunic inside, pulled up the sides of the outer robe, and finally put his arms around his waist, looped the belt around from the back and tightened it in the front.
While she was busy, Feng Han was looking down at her, the corners of her mouth rising higher and higher uncontrollably, and her black eyes full of smiles.
"Next time?"
"Okay, next time you do it for me, I will wear it myself."
Su Qiao neatly arranged his clothes and girdle with his hands and feet, and then pushed him away without any gentleness. "It's all a routine."
I obviously don't know how to wear clothes, but I still deliberately push away Little Gui and the others. Isn't this a trick?
She just asked him to learn to wear clothes next time, but he asked her to help him make clothes next time. Isn't this a routine?
Routine?
"What do you mean?" Feng Han asked curiously.
"I'm going to make barbecue, I don't have time to chat with you here."
Su Qiao didn't bother to explain to him, turned around and left.
Feng Han reached out and held her. "Wait."
"What else are you going to do?" Su Qiao's head is almost spinning.
She just wanted to cook a meal. Why did this person have so many things to do?
Feng Han gently shook his sleeves. "You haven't said yet how this dress looks on me."
Su Qiao: "..."
"I helped you make it and dress it for you. Now that it's over, I still have to be responsible for praising you?"
"Why don't you gosh darn you."
A man, do you want to be so beautiful?
Feng Han blushed a little. "Ahem, I don't look good in my clothes?"
Su Qiao looked at it up and down, and nodded with dignity. "It looks good."
He has a tall and slender figure, fair skin, and delicate and handsome facial features, yet there is a hint of femininity about him. It is no wonder that few people doubt his identity.
At that time, Su Qiao chose the color burgundy because he thought it matched his temperament very well.
"Then why did you just leave without even looking at me?" Feng Han was slightly dissatisfied.