Seeing Lei Shan looking at her pitifully with her big dark eyes, Wen Shiyu softened her heart and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, girl, so I'll give you the bride's arm."
!" He said and let go of Qiao Ran's hand.
Lei Shan happily hugged Qiao Ran's arm: "Master, let's go put on makeup and change clothes!"
Qiao Ran looked at Han Mo: "Then I'm going to put on makeup!"
"Go, my queen, I'm looking forward to seeing you in your wedding dress." Han Mo said in a doting voice.
When several people walked off the stage, Lei Shan looked at her brother Lei Yan who was standing under the stage.
Although her brother always had a blessing smile on his face, Lei Shan knew that her brother was so bitter in his heart that he was bleeding.
So she hugged Qiao Ran's arm to give her brother some psychological comfort.
Just like he held Qiao Ran's arm, taking Qiao Ran to the most important turning point in his life, and became the knight of the last bus.
Even if he didn't send it in person, Lei Shan knew that if he did it, he could still get some comfort in his heart.
On the way to the dressing room at the resort, Qiao Ran saw that the decorations on both sides of the road were very unique, reflecting Han Mo's deep love for her.
When we arrived at the resort, we were led to the dressing room by a dedicated person. There were two rows of more than a dozen makeup artists in purple uniforms standing outside the dressing room.
"Welcome Mrs. Han!"
A dozen makeup artists greeted Qiao Ran respectfully.
Qiao Ran couldn't stand this kind of greeting that was too formal and too high-level.
But she knew that this was arranged by Han Mo for her. He wanted her to be a female Pipa on this day and become the most noble and happiest bride.
So she accepted this love!
"Hello everyone, I'm sorry to bother you all today!" Qiao Ranluo said to everyone generously.
"Mrs. Han, you're welcome. This is what we should do. Mrs. Han, please come in!" the leading woman said and opened the door.
The moment the door opened, Qiao Ran saw Jiang Zhilai, wearing a peach-pink gauze Hanfu with exquisite makeup, standing in the center of the room, looking at Qiao Ran with a gentle smile.
"Zhilai, I felt very sorry that I didn't see you at the wedding just now. I'm so happy to see you here." Qiao Ran quickly stepped forward and held Jiang Zhilai's hand.
The smile comes from the happiness in the heart.
Seeing Qiao Ran welcoming her so warmly, Jiang Zhilai was moved beyond words.
Ever since the incident in the Jiang family, everyone has avoided her like a poisonous snake and blocked her.
Some enemies of the Jiang family found her and beat her up. If the police hadn't arrived in time, she might have been beaten to death.
With this hesitation, she moved Ping Ping Lele to an inconspicuous community and hid in her room without daring to come out.
Only at night do I dare to go out to buy something fully armed.
With such a family background and a recent incident at home, Jiang Zhilai didn't want to attend Han Mo's wedding.
But Han Mo said a lot, and in order not to leave any regrets at Qiao Ran's wedding, she agreed to attend.
But he only does behind-the-scenes work and doesn't accompany Qiao Ran to the wedding.
In order to avoid being seen by others and affecting Qiao Ran and Han Mo's wedding.
"Mrs. Han, if you don't mind, I'll do your bridal hair style today." Jiang Zhilai said in a respectful voice.
Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye since the Jiang family's accident.
In the past ten days, she had greeted Jiang Zhilai on her mobile phone, and Jiang Zhilai always said that she was fine.
But looking at her obviously thin face, Qiao Ran knew that she was not doing well.
Also, even if that home is no longer what she wants, she can never get rid of the fact that she is one family with them.
Overnight, the entire family was left with only her, her eighth uncle with disabled legs, and two young children.
To say that she is not sad or sad, how is it possible for her who is kind-hearted by nature!
"It's too late for me to be happy, so why would I mind? I've already said that I hope you can design wedding clothes for me. Now that the wedding is happening so quickly, I can't wear the wedding dress you made and ask you to tie my hair."
It’s also good.”
"Han Mo loves you so much, how can he regret your wedding? As early as two months ago, Han Mo came to me and asked me to tailor a wedding dress for you."
Qiao Ran was deeply moved again. She had only learned not long ago that Jiang Zhilai was Tang Yike who provided ancient wedding clothes to Mu Bai Shou Couple's Shop for three meals a day.
However, Han Mo found out two months ago that Jiang Zhilai was Tang Yike, who knew how to make Hanfu.
And at that time, Jiang Zhilai was asked to dress them for their wedding.
No wonder she saw that the wedding planned outside was so beautiful and romantic. It turned out that he had been planning it for several months.
He said he would give her a grand wedding, and he didn't lie to her.
"Thank you for your hard work, Zhilai!"
"It is my honor to make wedding clothes for you. Han Mo has made many preparations for you to choose. We will choose the dress first, and then we will do your hair and makeup according to the dress you choose."
Follow Jiang Zhilai to a nearby house, open the door, and see all kinds of beautiful and elegant clothes hanging inside.
There are various styles of Chinese wedding dresses and various styles of Western wedding dresses, each of which is so exquisite that you can’t take your eyes off it.
"Mr. Han invited several ancient style design masters to design these Chinese wedding dresses. I wonder if you can guess which one was designed by me?" Jiang Zhilai asked with a smile.
It was probably Han Mo who provided the designers with details about their relationship. Qiao Ran could see the memories of her and Han Mo on the ten wedding outfits in front of her.
Every design is exciting. For a moment, Qiao Ran couldn't guess which one was designed by Jiang Zhilai.
If you can't see it, then touch it and see.
Qiao Ran closed his eyes and started touching the wedding clothes. After a few minutes, he stopped in front of one of the wedding clothes, opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhilai.
"Is this the right set?"
Jiang Zhilai's eyes widened: "You can guess it with your eyes closed, you are so amazing, aren't you?"
"Your designs are on par with these well-known masters, and it's hard to tell them apart. However, the material and the feel of this dress are the most comfortable and special, so I boldly guess that this was designed by you. If I'm not wrong,
,Did you knit this cloth yourself?"
Jiang Zhilai looked startled again: "Qiao Ran, I'm afraid you are not a god from heaven. You can even tell the difference between machine-woven fabrics and hand-weavers."
No wonder her home was destroyed at the hands of Qiao Ran.
Before meeting Qiao Ran, she never thought that the plan her grandfather and father had been running for so many years would be ruined in the hands of a little woman.
Although she was very sad about the demise of her family, she did not hate Qiao Ran.
Because she knew that her family deserved it.
Each of their hands is stained with the blood of innocent people.
"Whether you are careful or not, you can feel it as long as you feel it with your heart. I can feel your care and seriousness in this dress."
"There are so many wedding dresses, which one do you want to choose?"
"Of course it is the wedding dress you made with so much care. From the first time I came into contact with the bridal wedding dress you made, I have wanted to wear the clothes you designed. This original intention cannot be changed."
"Thank you, Qiao Ran, then you can choose a Western-style wedding dress, and we'll go get the makeup done."
"good!"
There are ten sets of ancient wedding dresses, and there are also ten sets of wedding dresses, which mean perfection.
Every dress was beautiful. Qiao Ran liked ancient weddings and was not too interested in Western weddings, so she randomly chose a wedding dress for toasting after the ceremony, then sat in front of the dressing table and let a bunch of stylists surround her.
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"Zhilai, I heard Han Mo say that there is a beautiful legend here, so many couples will get married here. You are a native of the Imperial City, so you should know this legend, right? Tell me about it!" Qiao Ran looked at it