At this moment, Shen Qinglin raised her hand to rub her brow.
Once again, she thought of the man named Lu Yanlin, and couldn't help feeling a wave of sadness, "Mai En, you can go out. I want to be alone for a while."
"Okay, mom, call me if you need anything."
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This weekend, Tang Xi and Fu Tingzhou went to select a wedding dress.
The custom-made wedding gown had already been air-shipped, and the two went to try it on. Currently, Tang Xi still felt somewhat dazed; it wasn't that she hadn't seen Fu Tingzhou in a suit before.
But she had only seen him wear a white suit twice.
The last time she saw Fu Tingzhou in a white suit was four years ago at his engagement party with Shu Mengshu.
And now, his eyes were filled with her.
Standing in front of the mirror, the staff were helping them adjust their clothes.
Fu Tingzhou gazed at Tang Xi.
She was wearing makeup today, unlike her usual barefaced look.
