For a moment, Ning Qianqian couldn't bear to refuse the knighthood.

She looked at the short saplings and felt relieved.

I don’t know how long it will take for this sapling to grow taller.

By then, who will still remember the joke?

"Okay." Ning nodded lightly and smiled.

Fengjue was slightly dazed. The oleander hadn't grown yet, but he seemed to have smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

He smiled and said, "Give it a name."

Ning laughed lightly and looked at him, "Aren't you childish?"

"How about calling her Manman?" Fengjue ignored her complaints and pushed forward the topic.

Ning Qianqian had rarely seen such a childish side of him, and she felt soft in her heart, so she complied with him and said, "Okay, let's call it Manman."

After finalizing the matter, Feng Jue became visibly happy, with a smile on his lips.

After a while, Song Cheng came and said respectfully: "Mr. Feng, your haute couture garments are ready to be tried on. If there are any problems, ask the tailor to change them."

Fengjue nodded, ordered Song Cheng to drive, and extended an invitation to Ning Qianqian, his eyes bright, "Qianqian, can you go with me?"

After all, Ning Qianqian had often praised him for looking handsome in a suit.

Since he wants her to change his mind, he needs to show off his charm more.

Ning Qianqian had nothing to do while staying at Jiangwan Villa, so she happily agreed.

…

The group arrived at the custom-made clothing store by car.

Ning Qianqian followed Fengjue and walked in, looking around curiously.

Ning Qianqian had seen Fengjue wearing several suits customized by this store before, but this was the first time she accompanied him to the store for a fitting.

This is an old store that he often frequents. It specializes in making clothes for celebrities and royal families. It only designs and produces four pieces of clothing a year, but its reputation is so high that countless people want to customize clothes from this store.

"Mr. Feng, you are finally here."

The sweet female voice brought Ning Qianqian back to her mind.

She raised her eyes and saw a well-dressed woman coming up to her. She was wearing a long dress that was artistic and retro, and she had her hair tied up in a princess style. She was very beautiful.

The woman looked at the prince with a smile, her admiration beyond words.

Song Cheng took a step forward and stopped her, "Miss Anna, please bring Mr. Feng's clothes."

Seeing that she was stopped, Anna glanced at Song Cheng angrily, smiled at the feudal lord, and then turned around to get her clothes.

Ning Qianqian looked at Fengjue beside her.

His facial features were stern, and he turned a blind eye to Anna's smile. When he turned his head to look at Ning Qianqian, his eyes suddenly softened a little, "I'm going to change clothes."

"Go ahead."

Ning nodded lightly and observed the fabrics on the built-in cabinet with great interest.

She has been studying design and naturally knows the goods. These fabrics are not ordinary.

Song Cheng took the clothes from Anna and sent them to the fitting room.

Suddenly, only Ning Qianqian and Anna were left outside.

Anna looked at Ning Qianqian critically.

This was the first time in such a long time that she saw a female assistant beside Fengjue, and she felt a sense of crisis in her heart.

Ning Qianqian is wearing a lady-style dress chosen by Fengjue today. Her long black hair is buttoned at the end, and she only has a thin layer of lipstick on her lips to brighten her complexion. However, her beauty is natural, and she is gentle and pleasant even without any makeup.

Anna was jealous, raised her chin, and said arrogantly: "Hey, who is that? What are you looking at there? Go and make a cup of tea for Mr. Feng. There are good tea leaves in the cabinet, but you know how to make this kind of tea?

Tea?”

Ning Qianqian was in a trance in her research. When she heard the words, she looked around and found Anna pointing at her. She was slightly startled, "Me?"

"Otherwise, who else? As Mr. Feng's assistant, how can you still be so unclear about your identity?" Anna snorted.

Ning Qianqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt a little sad.

Perhaps this is the difference between her and Fengjue. Others can always see at a glance that they are not a good match.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Anna was about to urge her, but Song Cheng quickly walked out of the room and looked at Anna with a straight face.

"I'll make tea."

Send the person holding the title in the palm of your hand to make tea. Does this woman not want to live anymore?
Chapter completed!