Ye Qingshui did not return to him, but just smiled. He might be such a generous person. There is no experience of returning the goods.

There are very few ready-to-wear garments in shopping malls these days, and there are no various models to choose from like later generations. Most of the ordinary people have to find a tailor to do it. Only those new talents who are anxious to get married will be willing to buy ready-made clothes. Therefore, it is inevitable to return and exchange the goods. The cloth ticket of this body has to be saved for more than half a year, who is willing to waste it.

Ye Qingshui didn't argue with him, she carried the cloth to the table and found a pair of scissors.

She met Xie Dongmei, who was a typical capital girl. In such a simple and fashionable years, even the black skirts in school uniforms were very fashionable. After a few years, the people's aesthetic ban was lifted and they were beautifully dressed. The circle is also a pretty little girl.

Ye Qingshui cut it carefully with scissors, without using chalk to draw it back and forth, she stroked the cloth over and over again, and directly dropped the knife.

When Ye Qingshui walked out of the mountains in his last life, he went to a developed city and worked in a textile factory for several years. Sometimes he was so tired that he could make clothes with his eyes closed.

Xie Tingyu watched her go to the table, holding the scissors in her hand, and cut it with a click. The sunlight from the window poured in, and she bent down, and the two braids also fell playfully. The fine hairs on the braids were hanging softly and prone, reflecting the sun as if it was adorned with streamer, warm and shiny. Naughty and quiet.

Ye Qingshui's fingertips were white as light as a scallion. The plain and worn clothes also became unexpectedly pleasing to the eye at this moment.

Xie Tingyu looked at her quietly, and the unhappiness in her heart gradually disappeared miraculously. This woman was really stupid. Some time ago he suggested that she should pull a cloth to make a dress, and she could still turn around and think of Xie Dongmei.

Xie Tingyu laughed and said to herself: "Shui-ya, you have to do it well and watch it well."

"Otherwise, my sister doesn't want it."

"She's also the same figure as you. You should make your figure a little fatter and have a thinner waist." , The chest...make it bigger. Don't make the clothes in the mall, they don't look good."

Ye Qingshui wanted to poke the scissors in his face after hearing this. It was a lot of demands. Did he give the money?

However, Ye Qingshui continued to do it meticulously. She made a set of students' daily outfits, cotton tops, and waist pinching designs; silks were used to make knee-length black skirts, and the skirts were slightly folded.

Use a needle and thread to trace pure flowers on the collar. The shades of white lines can reflect different light in the sun.

Xie Tingyu looked around, and suddenly looked forward to seeing what she looked like in this suit.

...

He Fang outside the house, after hearing the same reply from Xie Tingyu, his face was blue and white and left.

The male educated youth touched his nose and said, "I originally had something to mention to Comrade Xie. Today is not appropriate. I will come back another day."

He said bitterly, "I thought Comrade Xie had a hard time recovering from his wounds, but it seemed that his life would be difficult It's not bad, very happy."

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