As soon as he left the studio, Fu Yan informed Secretary Yang to contact the designer and communicate with the wedding photography team.

Within a few days, the sketch of the dress for the photo shoot was sent to Shen Chu for her to choose.

Shen Chu selected ten designs from twenty designs, and Fu Yan checked and screened three more designs.

Shen Chu looked at the three sets he picked out, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "What's so bad about these three sets?"

It's obviously pretty good-looking.

Fu Yan pulled her into his arms: "A bit plain."

"It's okay. This set has a V-neck and is embellished. This set is backless and the sleeves are pretty well designed. And this set..."

Before Shen Chu finished speaking, she suddenly realized why Fu Yan had chosen these three sets of dresses.

She raised her eyebrows, let go of her hand holding the tablet, and looked back at Fu Yan with a half-smile: "Is it too plain, or is it too exposed?"

Fu Yan looked down at her, not feeling guilty at all: "Su."

Shen Chu immediately laughed, hooked his neck, and forced him to look into his eyes: "Don't lie to me."

"white."

He looked at her, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "It's a little exposed."

Shen Chu felt that the duplicity of this person's words was really powerful, "I don't think so, so I'll choose these three sets."

As she said that, she eliminated the other three sets: "I don't want these three sets."

This time, Fu Yan frowned and smiled helplessly: "November in Lincheng is very cold."

Shen Chu snorted: "It's all a skirt, and the extra cloth won't make it much warmer."

Is there a difference?

Fu Yan was helpless: "Really like it?"

"I like it."

"Oh well."

He surrendered.

Shen Chu was actually just teasing him. When Fu Yan took a shower that night, she changed the selected pictures and deleted the three ones he had just picked out.

Before he came out, she quickly put the tablet back.

When Fu Yan came out of the shower, Shen Churen was already in bed. When she saw him coming out, she hummed: "I've warmed the bed."

The weather has been sunny these past few days, and it's quite warm during the day. It gets cold at night, but it's not yet time to turn on the heating.

Fu Yan's whole body was hot. Holding him at night, Shen Chu's whole body was also hot, and he still felt cold everywhere.

She was quite busy in Vientiane during this period. She had three meetings in a row today. By the time Fu Yan came out of the shower, Shen Chu's eyelids were already drooping and couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing him getting on the bed, Shen Chu subconsciously snuggled into his arms: "I'm so sleepy, it's time to sleep."

"Okay, good night."

Fu Yan lowered his head and kissed her, then reached for the tablet beside him. He planned to send the selected design draft to Yang Tongguang. He clicked on it and found that the file was opened.

Fu Yan raised an eyebrow, clicked in and looked through it, and found that the three sets of formal dresses he didn't want were missing.

He glanced at Shen Chu in his arms, and the smile in his peach blossom eyes deepened.

Fu Yan sent the final draft to Yang Tongguang, put down the tablet, turned off the light and hugged Shen Chu tightly.

"baby."

Shen Chu was drowsily asleep. When he heard him calling her, he subconsciously responded: "Huh?"

"I love you."

"Um."

She vaguely followed his words and crawled into Fu Yan's arms.

Fu Yan chuckled lightly, hugged her, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Chu, on the other hand, suddenly moved, "What did you just say?"

"I said the quilt is very warm."

Fu Yan lowered his head and kissed her. Shen Chu rubbed his eyes, switched sides, pressed her back into his arms, found his hand, and clasped it tightly: "I heard it, Fu Yan."
Chapter completed!