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The rear of the car waiting to leave cannot be seen.

Ji Jiale walked up to the co-pilot, opened the door, put one hand in his pocket, and held the other hand on the door. He said to Lu Yiyue, who was still standing there without moving, "Get in the car."

Hearing this, Lu Yiyue moved her steps and responded, "Oh."

Lu Yiyue's skirt is a long skirt without pockets. She holds a mobile phone with a purple mobile phone case in her hand. The size of the mobile phone is a bit big. The reason is that she sometimes needs to read picture albums and it is not very convenient to carry a computer with her at any time, so she simply puts on the mobile phone. Bought the size a bit larger.

Her hands were small and her fingers were slender. She held her mobile phone in one hand and her long skirt in the other. She lifted her feet to get on the passenger seat. After sitting down, she put the mobile phone on her lap and reached out to fasten her seat belt.

As soon as she clicked the seat belt buckle, she turned around and saw Ji Jiale bending down to adjust her skirt.

She didn't stop him from helping, she watched quietly, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.

When she first got in the car, she was only paying attention to the seat belt and forgot that she was wearing a long skirt. The skirt was still outside the car door. At this moment, Ji Jiale slowly lifted the skirt of her skirt and put it into the car.

After a few seconds, he stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and said softly, "Okay."

Ji Jiale looked like he was helping out, but Lu Yiyue's cheeks had a hint of blush, "Thank you."

"Yeah." After saying that, Ji Jiale closed the door gently and rubbed the fingers hidden in his pocket.

Going around the back of the car, opening the door, Ji Jiale got in as the driver, put on his seat belt, and started the car. The car drove slowly to the intersection in the city. It was like Lu Yiyue said that this spot was very congested and not ordinary. Blocking.

Seeing if the traffic would be smooth for a while, the car stopped. Ji Jiale handed the black cardigan hanging on the back of his car seat to Lu Yiyue beside him, and said lightly, "It's a bit congested. If you're sleepy, take a nap and cover yourself with clothes." , washed and not worn, clean.”

Lu Yiyue took the clothes, glanced at Ji Jiale, lowered her head and looked at the clothes in her hand, her heart pounding, "It's okay, I don't mind, thank you."

He carefully held the clothes in his hands and did not cover himself, but placed them on his legs. He held the collar tightly with both hands, which was a bit unnatural.

The car moved, started again, and drove forward slowly. Ji Jiale stared at the front, opened his thin lips, and said naturally: "I am the only one driving this car. There is nothing girly in the car, little girl." Yu has his own car, so there is no quilt, only my clothes."

Lu Yiyue turned her head, her heart brimming with joy, and she immediately turned to look at the scenery outside the window. Her red lips moved, "Oh."

He turned his head slightly to look behind him, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Neither of them spoke after that. The car was very quiet, so quiet that they could feel each other's breathing. Lu Yiyue's phone vibrated. It was under Ji Jiale's clothes. She took it out from under her clothes and straightened the hair on her legs. Clothes, leaning back in the chair and looking at the phone.

"Daddy's message." Lu Yiyue glanced at her phone and said to the driver.

Ji Jiale was not surprised at all. As if he expected it, only one word escaped from his lips and teeth, "Yeah."

Lu Jinnan's message was nothing more than asking her daughter if she had come to the studio. Lu Yiyue replied: Traffic jam.

He also took a photo of the traffic in front and sent it to Lu Jinnan.

Lu Jinnan replied and asked his daughter to send him a message in the studio. Lu Yiyue replied: OK.

I exited the chat interface with my father and found a message from my friend at the studio: Sister Yueyue, several men have just come to order suits. I asked them to take measurements but they were unwilling and had to wait for you to come over.

Lu Yiyue showed no emotion after reading this message, and simply replied: Tell me that the recent orders are full, and you don't plan to take new orders. Just send it away. These people don't sincerely want to make suits.

How could someone who really wanted to make clothes not be willing to take measurements? She had to choose someone. After the clothes were made, they had to agree on a time to try them on. If they were not satisfied, they could change them. Besides, her assistant was personally found by her father, and she was stupid enough to take measurements. Don’t you know how to measure?

Mostly looking for trouble.

Besides, her studio has not yet opened, and she is currently only doing online orders. She has her own online store.

Ji Jiale caught a glimpse of Lu Yiyue's brows subconsciously twitching, but only for a moment, and then relaxed quickly, "Is something wrong?"

She put away her phone and helped Ji Jiale fold the clothes carefully, like a good wife, "It's okay, someone from the studio asked me to customize a suit."

"Male." is an affirmative sentence, not a question.

"Yes, a man." After saying that, Lu Yiyue looked up at Ji Jiale's profile. After waiting for a while, Ji Jiale said, "Normally, your studio is specialized in men's clothing customization."

Although this was true, why did it sound so unpleasant to the ears? Lu Yiyue suddenly didn't want to speak anymore and simply said yes.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere, Ji Jiale realized that he might have said the wrong thing. He turned the steering wheel with one hand and held the window with the other hand. He glanced at the co-pilot from the corner of his eye and said, "I mean your studio is for men's clothing customization. It’s normal for a man to step into the store.”

This explanation was worse than no explanation at all. Ji Jiale himself felt that it was a bit awkward and difficult to explain, so he gave up on explaining it.

Ji Jiale's answer was not what Lu Yiyue expected in his heart, and he was a little unhappy. No one spoke after that until they reached the studio.

The car was parked in the parking space of the studio. A small Mercedes-Benz was parked at the door. Lu Jinnan asked the driver to bring it over. Regardless of whether Ji Jiale had any thoughts about his daughter or not, Lu Jinnan wanted to prevent the brat from getting in touch with his daughter.

When the car left the cemetery, Lu Jinnan called the driver at home and asked him to take his daughter's car to the studio.

The car stopped and turned off. Before Ji Jiale could speak, Lu Yiyue got out of the car, placed the folded clothes flatly on the passenger seat, and closed the door with a bang.

Ji Jiale was stunned for a few seconds and lost his temper. He didn't seem to say anything?

Why do you look a little angry, but there is no evidence.

He opened the car door and got out of the car, and walked into the studio with his hands in his pockets. Lu Yiyue's studio had just opened, so it only lasted about a month. Lu Jinnan helped decorate it before graduation.

Not letting her daughter worry about the whole process, Lu Yiyue gave her father a drawing. Lu Jinnan personally supervised the decoration, paying attention to every detail. During the process, he asked his daughter whether she was satisfied or not from time to time.

When Ji Jiale stepped into the studio, he saw three men surrounding Lu Yiyue asking for measurements. Lu Yiyue told him that he was not taking orders recently and said that he was not open yet, but the three men beside him seemed not to hear and kept chasing after him. Adhesion requires measuring dimensions.

The man with a slicked back hair looked about the same age as Ji Jiale, but he was dressed a bit more old-fashioned. He was in a suit and leather shoes, and had shiny leather shoes. He smiled and said, "Designer Lu, I know you just opened your business. , but didn’t your assistant just say that the recent orders are full and he won’t take orders anymore? That means you can take orders. I’m not in a hurry about this order, so you can take your time. We’ll add a WeChat account and you’ll notify me when it’s done. I'll try it on."

The man's eyes were full of covetousness, his smile was squinting, and he was very unfriendly.

The two men next to me echoed, "That's right, once your order is full, it means you can start customizing. When you walk in, it's business. Why don't you look down on us?"

The first person said: "Why are you talking? The two children are not sensible. They have not read any books and are not very good at talking. Don't mind, Designer Lu."

On the pure white table are scissors, erasers, black markers, measuring tapes, markers, staplers, mechanical pencils, needle bags, as well as some black and navy rags, albums, and drawings.

Lu Yiyue casually put the needle bag on her wrist, lowered her head, spread out a piece of black cloth with shiny stars, put the tape measure on it and started measuring.

The three men's eyes were all on Lu Yiyue and they did not notice Ji Jiale coming in from the door. The assistant was a little girl, average-looking.

The assistant had never seen such a scene and was anxious. Boss Lu said that he wanted to protect sister Yueyue's safety.

Looking for help, he looked at Ji Jiale who was lazily leaning against the theater at the door. The assistant couldn't tell whether he was a client or a friend of Sister Yueyue. He guessed that it was a client. If he was a friend, he would have taken action long ago when he saw Sister Yueyue being pestered. How can you look at it like this?

The assistant stepped forward to help and explained with a sense of nervousness: "Hello everyone, our order was placed a few months ago. It was placed by our sister Yueyue when she was in college, so we are not on line now. Yes, our studio will open at the end of next month. If you all..."

Several people seemed to have not heard what the assistant said. They just thought it was noisy and pushed the assistant directly. The assistant staggered and almost fell down.

Lu Yiyue turned her back to the little assistant and didn't see it. She just lowered her head and said with no emotion in her tone, "My assistant has already said what needs to be said. If you really have to order it today, you can also ask my assistant to help with the measurement."

There was a coldness in Ji Jiale's eyes. The few people didn't take action, they just stuck to Lu Yiyue to measure the size from a distance. Maybe they were afraid of the Lu family.

Just being emboldened in front of beauty.

"I don't want a little assistant to measure myself, I want......"

The sound of breaking ice came from the door, "You don't understand people, didn't you hear people say you won't take orders?"

Several people turned their heads together, and the other two rushed towards the door, striding towards the door, "Who are you talking about? Do our brothers have the right to say what you say? You idiot."

Hearing this, Ji Jiale stood up, put one hand in his pocket, moved one hand casually, with a playful smile on his lips, walked to the person who just scolded him, and pinched him very quickly. His chin pulled slightly, and his jaw was instantly dislocated.

Ever since he was a child, no one had called him a fool. His face was calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, and his eyes had sunk to the bottom of the lake.

"Ah..." The person whose jaw was removed was in pain and could not say a word.

Others couldn't see Ji Jiale's emotions, but Lu Yiyue, who had grown up together, could see it. He was angry, and very angry. He quickly put down what he was doing, handed a tissue to Ji Jiale, and motioned for him to wipe it, "I'm fine."

Ji Jiale didn't answer, and the coldness in his eyes didn't dissipate. He sat on the counter, took the tissue and wiped it, then threw it into the trash can handsomely and accurately, with his hands on his legs.

He glanced at several people with eyes that could freeze someone to death.

The leader recognized Ji Jiale and knew who his father was. He apologized with a smile. A good man will not suffer the immediate loss. "Brother Le, I am too young to see Taishan. It's just that the clothes I bought outside didn't suit my taste recently. I want to come to Lu." The designer will customize a few pieces, and I’ll leave now.”