"There were three sets in total, but your mother only picked two, and the remaining one has been kept by the Wang family."
When Song Xiang heard this, her heart pounded, "The wedding dress my mother tried on?"
"Yeah!" Wang Zheng snapped her fingers, "Back then she seemed to have said it was too glamorous and she didn't like it."
Song Xiang nodded, a little excited and a little nervous.
The exhibition hall on the third floor is obviously full of valuable collections.
Wang Zheng opened the room in person and opened the innermost cabinet. The wedding dress inside was carefully wrapped.
Open the zipper, and the diamond light shines slightly.
"How about it?" Wang Zheng turned around and said, "Try it?"
Song Xiang came closer, held his breath, and reached out to touch it.
Touching it gently, it seems that you can imagine the scene back then.
Wang Zheng pushed her and said, "Don't be stunned. Try it first. Mr. Yan is coming soon. Let him take a look then. I've seen this size and it's similar to yours."
Song Xiang nodded and took the clothes out of the cabinet together with Wang Zheng.
When she got to the fitting room, an assistant helped her put it on.
"It's so beautiful. K.K's handiwork is really extraordinary." The assistant sighed.
Song Xiang had his back on his back and could not see his whole body. There was a round platform under his feet and the surrounding area was covered by curtains.
"Wait a moment, I'll get a shelf to fix it."
"good."
Song Xiang nodded and reached out to grab the place at the back that needed to be tied.
No wonder Nan Qing didn't choose this set back then, as it exposed too much front and back.
At least half of the back is exposed, and the front opening is almost open to the navel, and is fixed with two thin straps. The style is too bold.
There were footsteps behind her, and she moved her slightly sore arms.
"Sorry, could you help me tie the back strap first?"
The visitor didn't make a sound, but came closer.
Just as Song Xiang was about to turn her head, the other party's cold fingers touched her lower back.
With just one touch, she knew it wasn't a woman. She was frightened and turned around as if she was electrocuted!
Take a breath.
My feet were unsteady and I almost fell.
The person came forward, put his arm around her waist, and took her into his arms.
"So scared?"
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and punched him lightly, "You scared me to death."
Yan Han hugged her and helped her tie the belt at the back with both hands.
As soon as it was done, he let go of her, took a step back, and looked at it carefully.
Song Xiang noticed his gaze and raised her hand to cover her chest, "What are you doing? It doesn't look good?"
"Change." He frowned and said, "This is not good."
Song Xiang smiled, deliberately teasing him, "Isn't it good? How uncomfortable is it?"
Yan Han raised his eyes and narrowed his eyes, "Then buy it and wear it for me to see on the wedding night."
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, raised his foot, and kicked him through the wedding dress.
"This is what my mother tried."
"Then why didn't your mother choose it then?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She turned around in circles, feeling a little pity.
"Oh, boy Yan, what's the matter with you? Do you understand the ritual of opening the curtain? Get out quickly!"
Wang Zheng came in, holding a thick stack of things in her hands, and pushed Yan Han out with one hand.
"If you dare to let her wear this, I will demolish your store tomorrow." Yan Han threatened.
Wang Zheng bared her teeth, "Get out, get out!"
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She raised her wedding dress and looked regretful.
"Don't worry."
Wang Zheng unfolded the things in his hands and said, "I have already prepared."
Song Xiang took a look and saw that it seemed to be a veil.
"I've known his bad temper for a long time. I didn't even allow you to wear a backless dress before. How can he tolerate such a revealing wedding dress?"