Not long after, the shopping guide opened the curtain in the locker room.

Lin Miao stood gracefully in ankle-length elegant lotus-colored dress.

The spotlight above her head was gently sprinkled on her body, placing a light and soft light on her soft hair.

The delicate cheeks are shiny, the lips are bright red, and the eyelashes are trembling.

It's like an exquisite porcelain doll.

"So beautiful," everyone in the room was stunned.

After a while, Qian Mengmeng praised.

Although I knew Lin Miao was beautiful early in the morning, I didn’t expect that when I really dressed up, I was so beautiful.

"Stop kidding me," Lin Miao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she came over with embarrassment.

"What I said is true. If you don't believe me, please ask them."

Qian Mengmeng rushed over in two steps, pulled Lin Miao over, and showed it to Meng Yuran and Si Yue in a show-off manner.

Si Yue looked at Lin Miao regularly, all his senses fell on her, everything else was just the background.

Qian Mengmeng secretly silly Si Yue.

"No, this is a feather flock to the crowd. My cute best friend can't make a mistake," Meng Yuran naturally flattered his wife and touched his cousin.

Si Yue's body shook and almost fell into the sofa.

"Yes," Si Yue laughed dryly.

"It looks like you usually have two different things."

Qian Mengmeng widened her eyes and turned to Meng Yuran.

This is the slutty boy he said that he was making countless girls.

This is too hard to speak.

"Yes, I'm a little awkward, too," Lin Miao didn't feel it.

She usually wears comfortably.

Si Yue is also a normal person, and it is normal for him to be unaccustomed to it.

"Or I'd better change to something else."

"No, this set will make you the best," Lin Miao's skin is very white, and with a light lotus color, it makes her feel more delicate, white and bright.

This color is simply unavailable for ordinary people.

"Yes," Meng Yuran smiled, "You still listen to Mengmeng."

"And your outfit is what we specially selected, just right for our dress."

Lin Miao turned her eyes and realized that the two had more or less added lotus colors to their wedding dress and suits. Her bridesmaid suit was obviously to cooperate with them.

"Okay," Lin Miao put his position very straight.

The Lord asked her to do good immediately.

"You go quickly, too," Meng Yuran pushed Si Yue, who was hopelessly stupid, into the dressing room.

"Let's go and put on makeup," Qian Mengmeng smiled sweetly and pulled Lin Miao to the third floor to put on makeup.

Half an hour later, the two of them held their hands downstairs.

Meng Yuran hurriedly pushed Si Yue, who had been educating for a long time.

Si Yue raised his eyes.

The moment I saw Lin Miao, my back was tightened.

He took a half step forward with difficulty.

Meng Yuran shook his head secretly.

It's really a thing that brings down another thing.

The former demon king finally met his nemesis.

Meng Yuran crossed him and held Qian Mengmeng's hand.

Lin Miao immediately let go and stood there tactfully.

After the two of them went down, she held the stairs down.

Si Yue walked forward and said, "I'll help you."

"No," Lin Miao smiled, "I have a child."

Si Yue's hand stretched out was slightly stiff and he retracted it unnaturally.

The two walked side by side to the open hall.

A clerk prepared refreshments early.

The four of them sat down and had tea.

Meng Yuran and Qian Mengmeng gathered together to discuss details such as bouquets and wrist flowers, as well as flower girls.

While Lin Miao was not paying attention, Meng Yuran frequently winked at Si Yue.

"How are you doing recently? Your studies are still going well?"

Si Yue took a few deep breaths and finally found a topic.

"It's pretty good," Lin Miao smiled slightly.

"I will be a junior next semester, what are you planning?"

“What are the plans?”

Lin Miao was surprised.

"I heard that there is a craze for going abroad in China, and most of the domestic pharmacological theories come from abroad," Si Yue said, not knowing how to express it without any trace. He thought about Lin Miao's idea of ​​going abroad together.

Qian Mengmeng, who had been pretending to discuss, finally couldn't help it.

She turned her head, "He still wants to ask if you ever think about going abroad?"

Lin Miao's brows moved slightly.

She lowered her head and thought about it carefully, "I may not go abroad to study."

"In this way," Si Yue was very disappointed.

His studies abroad will not end for two years.

Now that I come back, many things will be troublesome.

"Well," Lin Miao nodded, "I am now mostly focused on studying Chinese medicinal materials and subjects in the Department of Pharmacology. I just want to pass it."

"You changed to Chinese medicine?"

The three of them here were surprised now.

Lin Miao looked at Qian Mengmeng, "Don't you know?"

Qian Mengmeng shook her head.

She knew that Lin Miao often went to classes.

However, the traditional Chinese medicine style is too profound and tedious, and she thought Lin Miao was just a whim.

But unexpectedly, she became serious.

"It's been a while," Lin Miao said: "I have always wanted to open a place to replenish food and regulate my body."

"Chinese medicinal materials, both in terms of efficacy and production, are more in line with what I think."

Qian Mengmeng blinked, "Then are you studying three subjects?"

Lin Miao nodded with a smile.

"Good," Qian Mengmeng's eyes widened, "You are treating yourself as an iron man."

Lin Miao lowered her head with a smile.

At that time, she was determined to fill all her time.

But gradually, she really fell in love with it.

The faint fragrance of medicine is complicated, meticulous but magical, and after it is made, it is held in your hand and sent to the palm of others.

It fascinates her.

Thinking of this, Lin Miao's cheeks flushed.

Si Yue held the handle of the teacup in his hand and looked at Lin Miao quietly.

She looked very much like she said to him when she was taking the exam at the top level.

It was this kind of her that made him addicted and made him willing to follow her.
To be continued...