In the blink of an eye, three days have passed since Mu Wanrou's birthday.
In the past three days, there was only one headline in various newspapers in Hong Kong. The Lord chose Jiang Jiahao as his son-in-law, and the mysterious copycat finally came to light.
But none of this had anything to do with Jiang Jiahao. Just the day after his birthday party, his entertainment center was almost trampled by ladies.
These people asked Jiang Jiahao to fulfill his promise and design a unique set of exclusive clothes for them.
There were too many people, and Jiang Jiahao couldn't agree to them all.
In the end, Jiang Jiahao first selected several noble ladies, including Lu Hua's wife Huifang.
Professional old tailors were hired to measure the body data of these ladies, and the next step was design sketches.
For this reason, Jiang Jiahao temporarily handed over the business of the entertainment center to Jiang Qiwen, while he hid in the office for three more days.
Three days later, in the entertainment center, in the manager's office.
Jiang Jiahao was surrounding a plastic model, putting on a rough cloth, carving patterns on the cloth, and designing anime costumes, very focused.
Mu Wanrou leaned against the table, holding a few sketches in her hand, and pointed out where Jiang Jiahao made mistakes. The two of them cooperated with each other, and they were in harmony.
Mu Wanrou naturally had no concept of animation. He saw that Jiang Jiahao could draw more than a dozen sketches in just three days.
And the styles of these sketches are very different. Just by looking at the rough lines, you can guess how gorgeous the clothes will be if they become finished products.
"Where do you come from for these inspirations?"
"I'm just making it up. Anyway, as long as you don't show off, it's a good thing in the eyes of those ladies."
I sketched and sketched, sometimes frowning and thinking, sometimes revising and revising.
After one day, Jiang Jiahao successfully made two sets of clothing templates, cut the marked pieces of cloth, and gave them to waiting tailors and embroiderers for imitation processing.
In order to produce finished garments as quickly as possible, Jiang Jiahao spent a lot of money to recruit a group of senior tailors, embroiderers, silversmiths, and even blacksmiths in Zhulong and Yau Ma Tei.
These people are arranged to rest in the box and are on call at any time. It can be said that they are in perfect harmony.
Taking the tea cup and taking a sip of tea, Jiang Jiahao stretched, put new cloth clothes on the model, and continued to design clothes.
Mu Wanrou took the handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat on Jiang Jiahao's temples, and said with a smile, "Do you blame me for stopping so much work for you?"
Jiang Jiahao didn't say anything. He held Mu Wanrou in his arms and kissed her with a shy expression.
After their lips parted for a long time, Mu Wanrou hit Jiang Jiahao on the shoulder with her fist, and said with an angry look on her face: "Rogue."
"As you said, our father has already set the wedding date. You are my wife, you can't run away."
"What, I'm talking to my wife and I'm a gangster?"
Gently holding Mu Wanrou in his arms, Jiang Jiahao just hugged her, grabbed her hand, held the chalk, and the two of them modified the cloth.
With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanrou asked, "You haven't answered me yet. You have so much work, are you unhappy?"
"If I was left to do so much work alone, I would naturally be unhappy, but with you by my side, I won't be unhappy."
"Arou, these noble ladies are a good entry point. Once the clothes are finished, you can take someone to deliver them. You can also communicate with the logistics. It's all a network of relationships."
Jiang Jiahao quietly felt the warmth and bit Mu Wanrou's earlobe, which made her feel quite itchy.
"Yes." Mu Wanrou hummed softly after hearing this, and then said, "Father asked me to ask you whether Wei Xiaobao is a eunuch."
Jiang Jiahao: "Well... I said that our father is already seventy years old, so he can't have other pursuits. It's not a problem to be obsessed with Wei Xiaobao every day."
"Fortunately, I have finished writing the entire chapter of The Deer and the Cauldron. They are all locked in the safe. When you go back tonight, take them back with you. Don't let him worry about it anymore."
Mu Wanrou chuckled, as if she felt this was particularly unladylike, and she suppressed her laughter.
Then I found that someone's hand around his waist was touching upwards, becoming extremely dishonest.
The smile on Mu Wanrou's lips turned dangerous. She patted Jiang Jiahao's mischievous hand and scolded, "If you keep teasing others like this, I will go home."
"Hey, Ah Hao, you are in the office, can you please stop wearing your gun?"
Vaguely, Mu Wanrou felt someone hiccuping behind her, and she wanted to draw the pistol for Jiang Jiahao.
But when she grabbed it, she felt something was wrong, so she squeezed it, then her face turned red, and she was about to leave, spitting: "Rogue."
Jiang Jiahao felt so innocent: "These are guns, okay? They want to be loaded. What can I do?"
Seeing that Mu Wanrou was about to run away, he immediately pulled her back into his arms. Their eyes met and Jiang Jiahao's breathing became a little heavier.
Mu Wanrou was so beautiful that Jiang Jiahao was intoxicated by her beauty.
Mu Wanrou was held in Jiang Jiahao's arms, feeling the pain in her belly from being separated, and quickly comforted her: "Ah Hao, we're not married yet, it's no good."
"Huh~" Jiang Jiahao heard the words, the desire in his eyes gradually receded, and nodded: "There are still 18 days!"
Hearing this, Mu Wanrou glared at Jiang Jiahao angrily and broke away from his embrace: "I'm going back first, you'd better calm down."
"Dong dong dong~" There was a knock on the door. Jiang Qiwen pushed the door open holding the account book and met Mu Wanrou. Both of them smiled and nodded.
Watching Mu Wanrou leave, Jiang Jiahao, under Jiang Qiwen's surprised gaze, snatched the account book from her hand and threw it aside, pushing her to the wall.
"Uh~" "Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang..."
"Ahao, am I a substitute?"
Two hours later, Jiang Qiwen straightened her scattered skirt, wiped the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, and stared at Jiang Jiahao with aggrieved face.
These days, whenever Mu Wanrou leaves, Jiang Jiahao will pull her to release her energy.
Although Jiang Qiwen likes this feeling very much, she doesn't like that while Jiang Jiahao is releasing his energy, he is thinking about another person in his mind!
"Of course not, you are unique in my eyes."
Jiang Jiahao wiped the corners of Jiang Qiwen's mouth, gently rubbed her head, and said with a smile: "I seem to be in some condition lately."
"Occasionally, a strong desire will emerge. Although I can control it, it will be very hard. Fortunately, you are by my side."
Gently picking up Jiang Qiwen and placing her on the table, Jiang Qiwen looked horrified: "Ah Hao, are you still here?"
"Hey hey~uh~~"
As evening approached, the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Jiang Qiwen slumped on the sofa, with some pain on her face, but she still had to keep her spirits up and clean Jiang Jiahao's gun.
Jiang Jiahao looked through the scraps of paper, frowning in thought from time to time, and subconsciously pressed Jiang Qiwen's head with a happy expression.
Suddenly, Jiang Jiahao seemed to have thought of something, and with a slight exertion, he made a soft "uh" sound.
Jiang Qiwen subconsciously covered her mouth, glared at Jiang Jiahao with a plaintive look on her face, and swallowed what was in her mouth.
Jiang Jiahao stood up, went to the table, opened the drawer, took out a specially customized ruby gold necklace, came to Jiang Qiwen, and put it on her neck.
"Two years ago today, you and I met at Pailou. This is an anniversary gift I specially prepared. Do you like it?"
Jiang Qiwen was stunned, a smile appeared on her lips, and she leaned gently on Jiang Jiahao's arms.
"As long as it's from you, I like it."
"Hey, wait a minute, Ah Hao, stop coming, it hurts~"
