作者: Qingqing Zijin 05 機械翻訳
It turned out that preparing the wedding procedures was so troublesome.
Just the wedding dress alone was enough to give Jian Xiaomo a headache.
The living room of the Long's manor was filled with the world's top wedding dress design companies'gold-medal designers who had rushed over from all over the world.
2They stood there straight, holding their own company's drawing album in their hands. According to the order, each and every one of them explained their company's wedding dress design philosophy, unique features, and incomparably luxurious materials. Each and every one of them spoke passionately.
Although they were of different skin colors, all of them spoke Chinese. These must have been Ba Luo's instructions.
Jian Xiaomo and Long Chenjue sat on the sofa. Jian Xiaomo was a complete layman when it came to those designs. She was confused and muddled. Long Chenjue's slender fingers supported his chin, his deep facial features, and his expression was very focused.
2After listening to every design report, he could quickly make a decision. Some of his words were passed by Long Chenjue.
Jian Xiaomo couldn't help but be a little stunned. This man was actually so good at fashion design.
She couldn't help but admire him in her heart.
The designers who had been passed were all extremely depressed. One had to know that today's wedding dress design was close to a sky-high price of 200 million yuan. And if they passed it, it also meant that the fat in their mouths would be gone.
And those who passed didn't dare to relax, because there were still two rounds left. Whoever could laugh at the end would be the final winner. All of them were filled with fear and trepidation.
Jian Xiaomo suddenly thought of something and whispered to Long Chenjue, "Long Chenjue, there's actually no need to go through so much trouble." She felt that every designer who came today was the best, so no matter who was asked to do it, they wouldn't do it too badly.
2As soon as she finished speaking, Long Chenjue suddenly pulled Jian Xiaomo into his arms. Jian Xiaomo shrieked and wanted to struggle.
2However, she was held tightly by Long Chenjue. Long Chenjue's magnetic voice rang out, "Jian Xiaomo, do you think that my wedding dress, Long Chenjue's, can be designed by any designer? It's the kind of street-level street-level clothes that Jun Muqian gave you to wear. I want to show you that the wedding dress that I, Long Chenjue, gave my woman to wear is naturally the best in the world!"
2Long Chenjue's tone was extremely arrogant.
Jian Xiaomo was stunned. So this man was still brooding over the incident with Jun Muqian. She thought that Long Chenjue had already forgotten about it, but it turned out that this man had not forgotten about it.
2Just as she was thinking about it, Long Chenjue suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted Jian Xiaomo's chin. He said in a deep and pleasant voice, "Jian Xiaomo, I want you to take a good look at the wedding dress that I, Long Chenjue, have chosen for you. Look at how serious I, Long Chenjue, am about our marriage!"
2The man's words were extremely domineering, but Jian Xiaomo listened to them very well. She sat in Long Chenjue's arms and listened carefully with this man.
The first round was over very quickly. There were only ten designers left.
The second round was the display of their company's most luxurious wedding dresses. One wedding dress after another was thrown in front of Jian Xiaomo. Jian Xiaomo was dazzled by them. She felt that each wedding dress was incomparably beautiful, but in the end, only three designers were left.
The last step was the three designers. After measuring Jian Xiaomo's size, they designed the style according to their designs and let Jian Xiaomo try it on.
2This step would take three days, so for the rest of the day, Jian Xiaomo was like a rag doll, allowing the designers to measure her size.
At night, Jian Xiaomo was completely exhausted, and she didn't have any energy left. However, Ba Luo suddenly said that Tang Wei had been caught, along with the doctor.