Business tycoon has a crush on me

Chapter 337 The wedding dress he made himself

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Ye Liran picked up the disc on the sofa, and looked at Luo Qi apologetically: "Sorry, I have to go."

"Knowing that you are a busy person, I won't keep you."

After saying goodbye to Luo Qi, Ye Ranran went straight to Huacan.

At first, I thought that something happened to the crew, but it turned out not to be, the company is planning to shoot another costume drama recently, and she is still in charge of the clothes.

"I am not the designer of the company, and the costumes of ancient costume dramas are more sophisticated than modern dramas, should I be responsible for all of them?" Ye Liran couldn't believe it.

"Well, it's all up to you. Just like last time, you can choose an assistant. As for her work, it's up to you to arrange."

The boss made it clear that Ye Ranran was to be praised, and any big drama must be given to her.

"Then continue with Luo Qi, have the cast and crew decided?"

"The male lead is still Cha Hao, the female lead hasn't been decided yet, this is the script, you should read it first." The manager handed the script to Ye Liran.

Ye Liran took it: "Okay, I'll read the script first, and then communicate with the cast and crew."

"Well, well done."

After coming out of the manager's office, Ye Liran went straight to the police station. Xu Zi had already left, but her things were still left there.

After taking the things and checking them, she made sure that nothing was missing. Ye Liran also left.

Xu Zi loves face and likes to put on airs, so she decided that she would not tell Huo Yi about this matter.

Thinking of Xu Zi's smelly and dark face that she saw in the car, she left the police station in a happy mood.

As soon as I got back to the villa, it started to rain outside, Huo father and mother Huo Yi went out.

Knowing that they were not at home, Ye Liran felt happier, and went upstairs without asking any further questions.

Originally, she wanted to read the script, but when she saw the disc that slid out, her curiosity also came up.

Bringing the computer, putting the disc in, Ye Liran sat on the carpet, put the computer on his lap, and looked at it.

In the melodious piano music, an acacia tree appears, and the camera zooms in, and a window appears.

The window was opened and one entered the room. The furnishings in the room were very simple, a model wearing a semi-finished wedding dress.

Under the model's feet, there was a carpet covered with flowers.

Jun Mohan was standing in front of the model, and beside him stood a blond woman in her thirties.

He was communicating with the woman, making two gestures from time to time.

Just when Ye Liran was curious about what he was talking about, he squatted down, half-kneeled at the feet of the model, and picked up the flowers next to him.

Ye Liran will never forget the scene he saw next.

Jun Mohan started to embroider, to be precise, embroidered the flowers on the carpet onto the wedding dress one by one.

"I specially asked someone to make the wedding dress. I originally wanted to make it for you, but I was in a hurry and I was afraid that the workmanship would not be good, so I wouldn't be able to make a perfect wedding dress."

"So I asked someone to make one. I remember you said that you like the wedding dress to be embroidered with flowers, so that when you move, the floor will be covered with flowers. I can't make a wedding dress. It's okay to embroider a few flowers on it."

"In this way, I finished your wedding dress stitch by stitch. I didn't do this because I wanted to touch you, but because I wanted you to know that as long as you want, I will give it to you."

In the video, Jun Mohan's voice sounded, as gentle as it was whispering in her ear.

When he finished embroidering the last flower, the video showed pictures of her when she was a child, and then went to elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university.

Ye Liran hugged the computer and burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)