Chapter 176 Preparing for the Wedding
Sang Yan finally came back holding Qiao Susu.

Zong Fang and Karl saw it and immediately went to meet them.

Sang Yan carefully transferred the person in his arms to Zong Fang's arms and said, "It's nothing, she's just tired from playing."

Zong Fang said nothing and took her back to the room to check her body. Karl noticed that Sang Yan's hand did not fall down after Zong Fang took her away, but was slightly clenched into a fist with attachment.

Karl's eyelids twitched, and then he put on an enthusiastic look and said to Sang Yan: "We want to hold the ceremony in Kanbukun. You can come and watch the ceremony when you are free."

These days, he had nothing to do, so he used his computer to browse through various ceremony styles. He was dazzled by the array of options and was really undecided. He wanted to discuss it with the other men, but they all seemed to be very busy. Zongfang was taking care of Sui Sui 24 hours a day, so the task of arranging the ceremony fell gloriously on him.

Sang Yan's hand paused. Although he still felt her warmth in his arms, his heart felt empty.

Karl flipped through the album in his hand and asked, “You are familiar with this place, can you recommend a few venues?”

Sang Yan felt like his feet were filled with lead as he stood there, and asked awkwardly, "What kind does she like?"

Karl leaned on the sofa with his long legs folded, and said deliberately: "I don't quite understand this. After all, it's my first time to get married and I don't have much experience. But Sui Sui told me privately that she wants a lawn wedding. Do you know what that is?"

This man is very introverted and thanks to his personality, Suo Su was not aware of his emotions, but the other men knew it clearly.

Sang Yan was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his voice was a little dry, but he still suggested seriously: "Maybe we can ask her if she is willing to use the traditional ceremony of the Freedom Alliance?"

"The tradition of the Freedom League?" Karl asked.

"The tradition of the Free Alliance is to gather the four elements - water, fire, wind and earth - during the ceremony. We believe this is the blessing of the beast god to the newlyweds.

You can hold it in the Never-Setting Rainforest. I took her over there today and she loved it. The Never-Setting Rainforest is in a unique location with rivers, so we have the water element. You can hold the ceremony on the top of the mountain, which is earth. In addition, I can also ask the residents to hold a bonfire prayer celebration for you, so we have fire. As for wind,

Sang Yan lowered his head to hide his disappointment, and finally said sincerely: "The Archbishop once gave me a kite that symbolizes commitment and longevity. I can give it to you. When the time comes, just fly the kite, and the four elements will be gathered. You will definitely be blessed by the Beast God."

Karl touched the bridge of his nose. He had deliberately stabbed him in the heart, but he didn't expect that this person would be so stupid as to give him advice. At this time, he coughed a little embarrassedly, and stopped "bullying" him, and nodded: "Okay, I'll discuss it with her."

In the next few days, preparations for the pairing ceremony were carried out in full swing. Carl has always been a free-spirited person, and now that he is asked to make plans, he feels overwhelmed and has been very busy recently.

There were so many things to decide and plan in advance, and Karl didn't want her to be too tired, but considering that this was her first ceremony, he felt that it had to be solemn but not too complicated, so he spent a lot of thought on every link.

But no matter how busy he is, he is always motivated and never complains.

Several men would have a quick meeting at night after Qiao Susu fell asleep, intending to give her a surprise.

That day, Karl brought seven or eight strangers to her room. These people were all designers specially sent by Libery on a flying ship, and they were all the best in the Federation.

Karl snapped his fingers, and several people began to measure her size professionally and quickly. Qiao Susu had her arms lifted up and was completely confused.

"This is?"

Karl walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets and said naturally: "It's a change of season. I'll make you some new clothes."

Qiao Suisui had no doubts, and several people fiddled with her arms and legs, and measured the size of every part of her body. The next step was to choose the style. Because the dress was made without her knowledge, she had to do the whole show, so Karl asked someone to choose a few styles of everyday dresses that she liked.

Girls are always happy to see beautiful clothes. Qiao Susu sat on a chair and flipped through the album. She pointed out the ones she liked to the designer, and the person next to her was responsible for taking notes. When she encountered a confusing style, Carl would come over and give her advice.

It wasn't the straight guy's "I don't understand, just pick whatever you want" or the perfunctory "You look good in anything", but he really thought with her about whether this strap was too thin, whether that pattern was a bit old-fashioned, and what kind of shoes would go with this outfit. This made Qiao Susu feel like she was shopping even though she wasn't.

During this time, Karl saw that she was chatting enthusiastically with the designer, so he secretly pulled her chair over and placed it next to his own.

His arms reached behind her, and his long, bony hands pressed on her waist. Although she was pregnant, her waist was still slender from behind. At this time, the man sat lazily on the chair, massaging her lower back.

Qiao Susu felt the hand on her waist and thought he was making trouble again, so she put her slender arms around her waist and used her delicate fingers to pull his big hand.

Karl came over and leaned close to her ear and asked, “Does your waist feel sore after sitting for so long?”

This time, Qiao Susu realized that he was massaging her waist, so she let go of the hand that was trying to stop him and moved closer to him.

"Then move up a bit."

Karl smiled and obeyed. The man moved his hands up and asked her how she felt every time he rubbed a place. His technique was neither heavy nor light, just enough to help her dispel the fatigue brought by pregnancy. He had discovered before that her waist was extremely soft.

"Miss Joe, your spouse is so sweet."

Carl, who was praised by the designer, looked at Qiao Susu and raised his eyebrows and smiled. His expression seemed to say: See, you are blessed to have me.

Qiao Suisui pinched the man's chin and turned his face to the side, trying not to laugh and said, "He can't help but praise me, so stop praising me."

Karl kept twisting his face and said in a whining voice, "Yeah, I just can't stand being praised. The less someone praises me, the more I'll cling to her."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hooked the hand that was originally rubbing her waist and pulled her into his arms. Karl pretended to bite her, but in fact he was breathing on her neck, which made Qiao Susu laugh non-stop because of the itch.

The two of them made a fuss for a while, and she suddenly held her stomach and frowned. Karl immediately stopped and looked at her, and asked nervously: “What’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting?”

Qiao Suisui smiled and shook her head, saying, "I got a stitch in the side."

"Blame me, blame me. Stop laughing, dear." Karl put his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead. He was already obedient.

He waited until Qiao Susu's stitch in the side had passed before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He carried her into the room and let her rest for a while, then he came out to continue to determine the style of the dress with the designer. The only thing that was difficult to determine was the size of her waist and abdomen. Her belly was getting bigger day by day, and it was very likely that she would not be able to fit into the dress when it was made.

Carl also thought of this, so he asked them to record the sizes and make a set of each size for each style.

The designer glanced at the man and saw that he was flipping through the booklet of dresses even more seriously than before. He would stop from time to time to ask about some details, such as how soft the fabric was, whether the waist design would squeeze the baby, etc.

(End of this chapter)