C224 Youre the most precious! (1/2)
”Mister Huangfu, we are the gowns teacher!”
”Mr. Huangfu, we are makeup artists!”
”Mr. Huangfu, we are hair stylists!”
”Mister Huangfu, we are Jewelers!”
”May I ask if Madame is at home? We came up here to discuss tomorrow's wedding with Madam. We want to set aside tomorrow's makeup, formal attire, hairstyle and all the jewelry we can wear! ”
”Huh?” Huangfu Yun looked at the black mass of people. He was stunned at the door, as if he had no intention of letting them in. However, he couldn't strangle so many people to death in such a short period of time!
”Is Madame at home?” The crowd spoke once again.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Song Dai'er was once again putting on the clothes that Huangfu Yun had just stripped to the ground. She walked out of the bedroom to his side, looked at him petrified, and said with a smile, ”Go away and pull, let someone in!”
”Who, who told them to come?” Huangfu Yunyin turned his head to look unwillingly at Song Dai'er. After all, he was only halfway through his good fortune just now …
”Oh, Eli, I forgot to tell you this morning that they'll be here at this hour!” Song Dai'er fiercely stuck out her tongue towards Huangfu Yun. She then reached out her hand to pat his chest, making a gesture for him to get out of the way!
Unwillingly, Huangfu Yun-er thought about tomorrow's wedding. Although he wasn't willing, he still couldn't help but step aside. Song Dai'er pushed Huangfu Yun-er back and opened the door, then politely smiled as she looked at the crowd: ”Come in, everyone! Come in!”
”Yes, ma'am!” Huangfu Yun was very unhappy with the torpedoes, but he still obediently obeyed. However, in his heart, he still tore apart that damnable little girl, Ailee. Even if his Dai'er didn't have any makeup or hair, she would still be the most beautiful and dazzling bride tomorrow.
All of a sudden, the world, which was originally filled with only Song Dai'er and Huangfu Yunyin, became crowded. Song Dai'er sat in the middle of the seat and watched a group of people gesticulating with her body.
She had thought it would be a simple wedding, but, as he said, a woman can only do it once in a lifetime, not carelessly, not carelessly at all.
”Ma'am, can you put on the dress you're going to wear tomorrow?” All of a sudden, one of the gowns masters suggested that only Song Dale wear the custom-made white wedding dress. They would be the fastest to find the right hairstyle and match it with a piece of jewelry.
”Oh, okay, okay!” Song Dell agreed in a daze.
Very soon, when Song Dell followed the dress artist out of the locker room, everyone present was shocked by the pure white wedding dress in front of them. The flawless cut of the dress made Song Dell's petite body look exquisite, without any tufts or tails, everything seemed to be in line with her simplicity. The generous hand-made lace flower, hidden deep beneath the thin white weave, also seemed to be in line with her reserved temperament.
Huangfu Yunyin was only sitting on the sofa as he peeped at the little woman he treasured like a treasure. Huangfu Yunyin only felt that she was the most beautiful — she was like a princess wearing a long, white dress.
Song Dai'er seemed to have noticed that Huangfu Yunyin had been observing her. She raised her head, and her gaze met Huangfu Yunyin's. Her hand fidgeted with the hem of her wedding dress as she whispered, ”Yunyin, do I look good?”
”Good!”
His eyes were slightly wet. He suddenly remembered a few years ago, when he rudely picked out a wedding dress for Song Dai, who was still called Mo Xiaodan back then. Song Dai'er's face was filled with anger as she tore it apart, and the pain that he and Song Dai'er had experienced all these years, perhaps it could be canceled out with a smile on Dai Er's face.
”Hee hee …”
Receiving Huangfu Yunyin's short praise, Song Dell grinned. Her brown eyes curved into two crescent moons.
”Madam, let's choose the right makeup and hair style …” Before Song Dell could react, the women who were waiting on her had already pushed her to the dressing table.
Huangfu Yun remained seated on the sofa. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Song Dai'er's delicate and pretty face be smeared with heavy ink. As he watched Song Dell's jet-black hair be coiled into a hairstyle, his eyebrows slightly raised.
”Done!” After the makeup artist finished the last color drawing on Song Dell's face, she clapped her hands and looked at Song Dell's exquisite and perfect makeup in the mirror. She then smiled at the enchanting Song Dai'er in the mirror and asked, ”Madam, are you satisfied with your makeup and hair style?”
Song Dell stared blankly at the somewhat unfamiliar woman in the mirror. Her small white face and red lips were portrayed as extremely flirtatious. For a moment, she thought that the woman in the mirror was very pretty and enchanting, but unlike her, Song Dell!