Yan Han stood in front of the fitting table and heard rustling noises inside.
After a while, Wang Zheng poked her head out from the gap in the curtain.
"Groom, are you ready?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and said in a casual tone, "Let's go."
Wang Zheng snorted, "You are so beautiful."
Saying that, he quickly shrank in.
Yan Han said it easily, but as the curtain slowly opened, he actually felt a little nervous.
He laughed to himself and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Wow——
The curtain opens.
On the stage, Song Xiang was wearing white gloves, folding her hands in front of her body, looking at him through the hazy veil. The veil was different from others, as it was thickened from the shoulders down, barely covering it.
Revealing the spring color, the delicate rose hollow pattern covers all the way to the waist, and seems to be longer at the back, already sweeping the floor.
The layered wedding dress is worthy of being handmade by a famous artist, and is exactly the same size as Song Xiang. The waist is modified and fitted, making her graceful and exquisite figure. She is dignified and elegant outside the veil, but charming and open under the veil.
One side can face the guests, and the other side can only face him.
Song Xiang held his breath and felt a little uneasy when he saw that he didn't speak. "Hey, talk."
Yan Han came back to his senses, put one hand in his pocket, and walked up slowly.
Their eyes met, he leaned over and said in her ear: "I'll have someone order a few more sets for you. When you get back, you can put them on one by one and show them to me."
Song Xiang: "Ah?"
Yan Han: "You look very...attractive when you wear this."
Song Xiang bit her lip and glared at him through the veil. There was someone else next to her.
Yan Han smiled and stepped forward. He seemed to be trying to pull off her veil, but he paused midway.
"What?" Song Xiang was confused.
Yan Han shook his head and said solemnly, "Not now, it will affect the sense of ceremony on the wedding day."
Song Xiang laughed out loud and turned away, feeling a little embarrassed.
Yan Han stepped forward, straightened her wedding dress, and said softly: "It looks good, it looks very good."
Song Xiang reached out, hooked his finger, and shook it gently.
The atmosphere is quiet, but there is a sweetness and warmth unique to a little lover's home.
"Then why don't you order this one? I like it very much."
"Listen to you."
Song Xiang felt sweet in her heart, stroking her wedding dress, her eyes filled with expectations for the future.
I thought to myself that the Southern Qing Dynasty probably had the same mood at that time.
Being able to get married in this wedding dress is a blessing from God.
Wang Zheng didn't expect them to settle so quickly and asked them to see two more outfits. Song Xiang refused, but was more interested in letting Yan Han try on clothes.
She changed into her wedding dress and sat underneath, waiting for Yan Han to come out.
On the way, I went down and looked at An Xuyue, only to realize that Yan Zhicheng had come earlier to pick him up.
Back upstairs, Wang Zheng was chatting with Yan Han.
Stern Han's words were concise and concise, and he could always deny everything Wang Zheng said with just one or two words, almost making Wang Zheng angry to death.
In fact, there are only those styles of men's suits. The ones he usually wears are already top-notch craftsmanship, and he can't choose anything better.
Wang Zheng was so angry that she felt dizzy and dragged Song Xiang in to make peace.
Song Xiang went in to take a look and walked around Yan Han twice.
He is a born clothes hanger, tailor-made handmade clothes, perfect without any mistakes.
"That's it, Mr. Yan. Don't be too handsome. Give other men a way to survive."
"Even if I don't perform well, other men can't survive."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, "Then you are still so particular?"
He gave her a stern look and said, "What I pay attention to is self-transcendence."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yes, today’s dog must be more handsome than yesterday’s.