The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 62

With that said, Xie Tingyu didn't even have any interest in buying new year goods, and just wanted to take Ye Qingshui home.

    "You don't need to buy cloth, you have it at home."

    Xie Tingyu is not short of clothes. He has a lot of clothes, including shirts, windbreakers, tunic suits, and green military uniforms in the closet.

    The clothes are as clean as new, and wrinkles are rare.

    He can dress clean and tidy every day, with a meticulous taste. Ye Qingshui can make up for what he looked like when he was studying for a moment. After he arrived in the country, he can wear casual clothes without eye-catching. It is a seductive look. Landscape.

    She smiled helplessly: "You slow down, and the clothes can't run."

    Ye Qingshui returned to Xie's house and asked Xu Maofang to borrow a needle and a meter ruler.

    Xie Tingyu rummaged through the box and found the cloth soon. "Can you see if you can do this?"

    He also brought the sewing machine at home.

    Ye Qingshui was surprised to find that Xie Tingyu's house still has a sewing machine. Xie Tingyu said casually, "Oh, this is Dongmei. She used to learn how to sew with her grandma for a while." It

    was just that Xie Dongmei was impatient and used the sewing machine for a while. It's just left unused, and it's just used to sew clothes.

    Ye Qingshui looked at the black material in Xie Tingyu's hand, and distinguished by his hand that it was a wool fabric, with clear lines and natural and soft luster. It was probably intended to be used for Chinese tunic suits.

    Xie Tingyu naturally stretched out his hands in front of her, "Measure it."

    Ye Qingshui hesitated for a while.

    Although she can be determined by measurements Man, but this Xieting Yu like to invite long open arms, to maintain a posture for a long time, Ye water helpless, only holding a tape measure, measure bent up,

    "you stand really move."

    She With his hands wrapped around his waist and a pair of thumbs, the man's sturdy and straight waist was almost full of arms.

    Xie Tingyu bends his lips involuntarily, and with a slight movement of his thumb, he turns on the phonograph and plays his favorite music.

    The curling classical music slowly radiates, the melody is beautiful, and it exudes a delicate fragrance in the quiet afternoon. The same fragrance filled her hair, sweet and elegant.

    Ye Qingshui stood on tiptoe and measured his shoulder width.

    Xie Tingyu squatted down cooperatively, staring at her level.

    Her clear eyes seemed to contain light, quiet and soft, and the corners of her lips were smiling, which made people not feel like they were smiling.

    Ye Qingshui smiled and said, "Brother Yu is indeed a little taller, and it will take a few feet of cloth. Wait a minute, I have a sewing machine and make clothes very quickly."

    Xie Tingyu smiled, and he was lying half-lying on the chair with his chin supported . , Watching her busy back.

    Ye Qingshui did what she said, and she sat at the sewing machine, immersed herself in work.

    Xie Tingyu stretched his eyebrows and looked for a book to read the graceful and melodious music, mixed with the sound of the sewing machine.