Zhang Qianbo turned off his mobile phone and continued to join the discussion.

Liu Ting'er saw that everyone was so interested in her clothes, her bright and clear eyes flickered: "Yes, we just came here today. Actually, I originally wanted to make a set of Hanfu for Qianbo, but because she was in the hospital recently. , There is no time."

   finished. Liu Ting'er turned her head gently, looking at Zhang Qianbo with loving eyes: "Next time I personally make a set for you, it will be more handsome than today's one."

   "Okay." Zhang Qianbo touched Liu Ting'er's soft hair with his hands deep.

   "Ouch, look at it. I'm spreading dog food again, and I was hit by 10,000 points."

   "Single dog, pawn."

  ……

   Liu Ting'er and Zhang Qianbo were a little embarrassed listening to the ridicule of the people, and they did not continue to speak tacitly. The two of them looked at each other and laughed, hiding a thousand words in their eyes.

   "However, everything we Ting'er wears is good-looking. Zhang Qianbo's clothes are not bad." Shu Cheng chewed on the candy and spoke lazily.

  "Yes. In fact, Hanfu suits us very well. It is comfortable and beautiful, and it also highlights the temperament." Liu Ting'er completely ignored Shu Cheng's narcissism and talked about Hanfu when she mentioned it.

  I came to this era inexplicably. Looking at the dazzling array of costumes, she forced herself to try those modern costumes in order not to become a stranger. Slowly, she put aside Hanfu.

  Until recently, when Zhang Qianbo was ill, she thought a lot. In such a precious life, for only a few years, what is the point if she can’t be herself.

  She thought of the fearless tenacity of her father and king in Yue country, the unparalleled courage and mind, she is her daughter, if she doesn't even dare to wear her favorite clothes, what's the future?

  So, she resolutely chose to continue her Hanfu.

  Zhang Qianbo also began to love this kind of clothing under his own influence.

   "I think it looks good too! I really want to wear it." The makeup artist looked at Liu Ting'er, her eyes full of admiration and admiration.

   "You can do it, look at your fat, even if you wear it, Liu Ting'er will not look good!" The photographer deliberately harmed the makeup artist.

   "Huh, I can wear whatever I like! Does it need you?" The makeup artist stuck out his tongue at the photographer.

   "Actually, I think you can try it. Putting on Hanfu makes people look more energetic." Zhang Qianbo spoke sincerely to the photographer.

  Although the photographer thinks what Zhang Qianbo said makes sense, it is still a bit strange to wear such a costume on the road.

  Shu Cheng sat aside, acting freely and unrestrainedly, with deep and deep eyes falling on Zhang Qianbo and Liu Ting'er, thoughtfully.

   "I do have an idea." Shu Cheng spoke suddenly, his voice deep, **** and hoarse.

  Everyone stopped talking and looked at Shu Cheng.

   "Huh? Have an idea?" Liu Ting'er asked, tilting her head.

   Shu Cheng nodded.

"Hanfu is our traditional costume, but now it is regarded as a different kind when worn on the street." Shu Cheng said confidently and arrogantly. I'm doing ideological education work for everyone."

  In just two or three sentences, the audience took a breath.

Shu Cheng is indeed an ambitious person, and she has an idea that is so ambitious. She has a natural strong aura in her body, as if everything can be done, just like a god. .