Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 78 I guess you'll kiss me

Bai Zhaoli didn't say a word the whole way, driving quietly, as if she was indeed in a bad mood.

Jiang Lang didn't know what to say, so he could only sit in the passenger seat until Bai Zhaoli slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of a villa.

"Is this your house?"

"no."

"Your base? Hey, I haven't agreed to it yet."

"No, not at all!"

Bai Zhaoli unbuckled her seatbelt: "Why are you asking so many questions? Just come with me!"

He got out of the car, walked around to Jiang Lang's side, and opened the car door: "Hurry up and get out!"

Jiang Lang was puzzled, but thinking that she probably wouldn't harm him, he followed her.

The servants were already waiting at the gate. When they saw the two of them arrive, they quickly opened the gate and led them into the villa.

Upon entering the living room, Jiang Lang's eyes lit up.

The villa looks more like a studio, with clothes racks everywhere, displaying all kinds of beautiful dresses.

The maid gestured for the two to wait a moment, then ran upstairs to the second floor: "Madam, Miss Bai has arrived."

Jiang Lang lowered his voice and asked, "What is this place for?"

Bai Zhaoli pouted, "Isn't tomorrow night your dad's promotion banquet? Aren't you going to wear a formal suit?"

Jiang Lang explained, "My dad and Aunt Hong had several items custom-made for me, and they'll arrive tomorrow morning."

Bai Zhaoli waved her hand: "What they make can't be as good as what I make. Besides, didn't you want the wood marrow? Wearing this will definitely boost your success rate."

"Really?"

Jiang Lang felt she was trying to fool him: "What kind of skin is it? And it even increases the drop rate?"

Bai Zhaoli rolled her eyes at him: "Are you treating my dad like a boss to be bullied?"

But thinking about it, it seems like the two of them really were aiming to get loot.

As the two were talking.

Then a graceful and elegant woman, supported by a servant, walked down the stairs.

The woman looked at Bai Zhaoli with a broad smile: "Little Zhaoli is here. He's the one you were talking about—"

He is my boyfriend, Jiang Lang.

Bai Zhaoli smiled sweetly, then looked at Jiang Lang: "Ah Lang, this is Aunt Feng, the most talented fashion designer in Yunjin, and also my mother's best friend."

Jiang Lang quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Aunt Feng!"

"Okay, okay!"

Aunt Feng smiled kindly: "Then please come with me!"

As he spoke, he led the two upstairs to a spacious dressing room.

There was only one garment hanging in this dressing room. Its lines were smooth and clean, its texture was substantial, and it looked very elegant, yet not at all ostentatious.

Jiang Lang didn't know much about formal wear, nor did he bother to study such things, but this one really caught his eye.

Aunt Feng smiled slightly: "Xiao Jiang, why don't you try it on? The top should be fine, but if the bottom is the wrong size, I'll adjust it for you."

Ok?

Why is there nothing wrong with my upper body?

Nobody took my size!

Jiang Lang looked at Bai Zhaoli with a puzzled expression.

Bai Zhaoli just smiled and nudged him, "What are you standing there for? Go try it!"

"Alright!"

Jiang Lang could only take the dress into the fitting room. He was very careful during the process of changing the clothes, and did not make a single wrinkle.

unexpected.

It fits perfectly.

He felt a little strange, but he didn't make wild guesses. He got dressed and left the fitting room.

"ah!"

Bai Zhaoli's eyes lit up noticeably: "It's actually quite pretty."

Aunt Feng nodded with satisfaction: "It looks great! Xiao Jiang, what do you think? Is it uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No! It fits perfectly!"

Jiang Lang stood in front of the mirror and was slightly amazed; the saying "clothes make the man" is indeed true.

He usually doesn't bother with his appearance, as long as his hair and face are clean. He dresses however he feels comfortable. His looks are only average; he can't be called a "handsome man."

But today, he realized that he might have some misconceptions about his appearance.

It's actually quite good-looking!

Moreover, these clothes are very comfortable to wear, without any of the restraint that comes with wearing formal attire.

"It fits well, as long as it fits well."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "If it fits, we can take it with us later! Xiao Zhaoli, please fix his hair and make sure it's done."

After saying that, he didn't stay long and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Jiang Lang asked curiously, "How did you know my size?"

Bai Zhaoli snorted triumphantly: "You've hugged me, carried me on your back, and you're asking me how I knew?"

Jiang Lang:

Are you a human ruler?

However, it's not wrong. With the keen sense of an expert, measuring chest, waist, and shoulder width through these measurements is indeed not a big problem.

As for the lower body, it doesn't need to be particularly precise; a rough estimate is enough.

Bai Zhaoli asked with a smile, "Do you think it looks good?"

"It looks great. Aunt Feng is really amazing. She is indeed the most talented fashion designer in Yunjin."

"Who told you that Aunt Feng designed this?"

"Um?"

Jiang Lang was taken aback: "Who is that?"

Bai Zhaoli tilted her fair chin up: "My mom!"

Jiang Lang:

Bai Zhaoli stepped forward and naturally reached out her hands to help him straighten the minor imperfections in his clothes. As she straightened them, she said, "My mother was seriously ill and bedridden at the time. She was very sad that she couldn't see me grow up, so she designed several sets of clothes for me and my future boyfriend."

There were regular dresses, as well as wedding gowns and wedding dresses. The patterns were then sent to Aunt Feng so that she could take care of the sizes and make adjustments.

The outfit you're wearing is your first dress.

My mother didn't know whether the owner of this dress was a poor boy or a rich boy, so she designed it rather conservatively, so that it wouldn't look out of place on even a poor boy.

As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly, but a smile remained on her lips.

Jiang Lang began to feel constrained by the dress: "It's too significant, I can't wear it—"

"Just wear it because I told you to!"

Bai Zhaoli glared at him.

Jiang Lang felt his throat was a little dry: "But—"

Bai Zhaoli snorted: "If you don't wear this, how are you going to get equipment from my dad?"

Jiang Lang was taken aback: "Huh? You mean, wear this—"

Bai Zhaoli retorted, "Otherwise what? Do you really think a piece of clothing can change a person's mind? My father feels guilty towards my mother. If he really has some wood marrow, no matter how valuable it is, he will give you a chance."

Jiang Lang: "————"

His lips twitched, and he began to rack his brains about how to return the favor to Bai Zhaoli so that they could be even.

Bai Zhaoli suddenly said, "Hey! Let me ask you a question!"

"you say!"

"At first, you wondered why I would give you this dress? You didn't actually think I was already deeply in love with you, did you?"

"Oh, no, really no."

Jiang Lang felt a little uneasy because he had actually had such a thought just now.

Bai Zhaoli scoffed, but didn't say anything more. She simply took out some hairspray from the drawer and squeezed some onto her fingertips.

Jiang Lang quickly said, "I can do it myself!"

"You can?"

Bai Zhaoli countered with a question.

Jiang Lang: "————"

He'd never actually used this thing before.

Bai Zhaoli smiled and said, "Let me do it!"

She tiptoed slightly, gently running her hands through Jiang Lang's hair.

Jiang Lang instinctively tried to dodge.

Bai Zhaoli, however, seemed to have anticipated this: "You need to make sure your hairstyle matches this outfit!"

'

"Lower your head a little, I can't reach it."

"good----"

Jiang Lang gave up, obediently lowered his head, and let Bai Zhaoli fix his hair.

The two were standing quite close, and he could feel Bai Zhaoli's gentle breath on his chest.

He suspected that Bai Zhaoli had hidden the itchy liquid from their second meeting in her nasal cavity, causing an itch in his chest that seemed to run from his skin all the way to his heart.

Because he was looking down, he inevitably saw Bai Zhaoli's face.

She is still so radiant and beautiful.

Yet it also seemed to have something that wasn't there before.

Bai Zhaoli gently pursed her pink lips: "Your face is so red, are you shy?"

Jiang Lang replied reflexively, "No, how could that be?"

Bai Zhaoli smiled but didn't say anything, skillfully concealing the hint of smugness in her eyes.

Seeing his slightly flushed face and racing heart, she vaguely felt that if she closed her eyes and tilted her chin up, Jiang Lang would very likely kiss her.