Mother Lin took Xiaoba away, and Mr. DL arrived with a small team.
I can see Mr. DL¡¯s professionalism and rigorous attitude towards work. He didn¡¯t say a word about what should be asked and what shouldn¡¯t be asked.
Mu Zhao looked at the paper he drew after returning yesterday and was quite satisfied. Even though she was so out of shape yesterday, Mr. DL was still able to get ideas that she liked based on her characteristics.
No woman can resist the temptation of a wedding dress, not to mention that the man she likes specially asked a well-known international designer to tailor it for her.
Of course, it is one thing to like a wedding dress, but it is another thing to be able to wear a wedding dress to happiness.
As for Mu Zhao, she likes men. Even if they don¡¯t have a wedding dress or even if they are just dressed as a beggar, she will probably be happy with them.
So, to her, the wedding dress is important, but who makes her willingly put on the wedding dress is more important!
Therefore, when she saw the wedding dress manuscript in her hand, she was more or less looking forward to the wedding in a month.
Once the wedding is over, everything falls into place.
"She and him have achieved righteous cultivation, right?"
Mu Zhao thought like this, and the corner of her mouth curled up into an uncontrollable smile. She asked the man: "Would this style look good on me?"
The perspective of straight men is that women look good in anything they wear, but they look better without any clothes on.
Of course, he couldn¡¯t say that, but he was quite a gentleman and pointed at the manuscript paper and gave some detailed comments.
For example, the waist must be high; the bra is too simple; the number of diamonds on the chest is not enough; the tail of the wedding dress is too long
Mu Zhao agreed with some aspects, but she liked the complicated and branchy princess style, which looked romantic and dreamy, so she left the about three-meter-long veil and the long and dragging tail of the wedding dress, and the rest The place is just about the details.
After the wedding dress is finalized, the next step is for the DL team to work overtime to make it.
Because it is matched with the same series, Mr. dl also measured the man's size before leaving, so that the matching groom's official suit will be more appropriate.
After the wedding dress matter was taken care of, it was already around 11 o'clock in the morning.
Naturally, Mu Zhao didn't miss any time to spend time with the man. She spent every second with him. When it was almost time for dinner, Sheng Xixiu still couldn't stay to have lunch with her, so she got a phone call. Called away.
Mu Zhao looked at the dishes on the table and had no appetite. He simply ate a little and then put down his chopsticks.
At this time, Nan Huan came back from outside. Her whole face could be said to be bad, very bad.
Mu Zhao looked at her, Nan Huan looked at her for a few seconds, and said calmly: "I'm fine."
As she spoke, she sat down on Mu Zhao¡¯s left hand side, ¡°I¡¯m hungry.¡±
Mu Zhao didn¡¯t ask, he stood up and served her a bowl of rice. Nan Huan took it and ate it silently.
Nan Huan eats in a gentle manner, chewing slowly and carefully. Mu Zhao held his face in his hands and watched her take small bites, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
She poured a bowl of soup for Nan Huan, "This is the medicinal diet Aunt Ji prescribed when she came here in the morning. It is suitable for the two of us. It is said to dispel cold and nourish the body."
Nan Huan hummed, put down his chopsticks, and picked up the bowl of soup. It was a medicinal meal cooked by an old hen. It tasted good.
She finished the soup and a bowl of rice, then looked at Mu Zhao seriously: "Xin'er, I killed someone!"
She finished speaking calmly and repeated while Mu Zhao looked shocked: "I killed someone. This should be the last time I have such a full meal."
Mu Zhao¡¯s heart clenched, and his voice was stiff and restrained: ¡°Who did you kill?¡±
Nan Huan frowned and his eyes were empty: "Galen!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com