After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Sat in front of the vanity mirror for two hours.

Looking at the slowly formed makeup in the mirror, Lu Yao was very trance for a time.

"You look more and more nervous. What's wrong with you?" The makeup artist with blue eyes frowned anxiously when he saw Lu Yao's increasingly undulating chest while taking care of her hair.

Lu Yao took her sight back from the mirror and smiled awkwardly, "it's all right."

Said it was all right, but his face didn't look like it was all right.

"Let's take a five minute break. You can go to the bathroom and have some water."

The makeup artist put down the curling stick in his hand, turned his head and whispered to the assistant around him. Soon, the man brought a cup of warm water and handed it to Lu Yao.

"Thank you." She got up with a glass of water and pushed open the door of the dressing room.

Outside the door, Zheng Yun and Zhou Linlin were sitting side by side on the wooden bench of the church, talking about something. When they saw Lu Yao coming, their eyes raised one after another, and their eyes were inevitably filled with a few surprises.

Finally, Zhou Linlin covered her mouth and looked envious, "God, it's so beautiful."

Lu Yao was a little uncomfortable by the two people. She pretended not to hear while drinking water with a water cup.

When she reached the exit of the church, her body leaned against the door, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, thought again and again, and dialed Shao Yunchen out.

Just hang up when the phone rings and no one answers.

After the mobile phone screen went out, she saw her blurred face in the mirror through the reflection of the screen, and an indescribable emotion rushed to her heart.

After a while, she opened the screen again, deleted and reduced, and finally sent a sentence to him and asked him, "is it in a meeting?"

Before waiting for a reply, the blue eyed makeup artist found her again and reminded her with a smile: "it's time to continue. There's about an hour left."

An hour later, she was led from the dressing room to the dressing room next door.

There are two sets of white wedding dresses hanging in the dressing room.

Lu Yao was surprised that the company's celebration marketing activities would be so careful, especially after seeing the two sets of wedding dresses in front of her, she couldn't help pointing out, "they..."

She didn't know what to say to show her meaning without being rude. Finally, she smiled and added, "they're dazzling."

In the dressing room stood a short gray hair, dressed in a casual suit and dressed in a very neutral Asian face. Lu Yao commented in English, but she smiled and responded in Chinese: "of course, they are all exclusive designs. I hope you will like them for the first time today."

Lu Yao was attracted by the other party's magnetic voice. Looking sideways, she saw the visitor's arms around her chest, looking at him like a smile.

She frowned slightly and smiled politely. "Of course, I like it very much."

At this time, Zhou Linlin knocked on the door from outside, and then came in with Zheng Yun. When they saw the wedding dress in front of them, they were also silly.

Look at Lu Yao, and then look at the proud designer. Zheng Yun's eyes lit up and whispered, "which set to wear?"

The designer raised his chin towards Lu Yao, shrugged in an indifferent attitude, "you decide."

"This one." Lu Yao stretched out her fingers and went to the long tail, which looked more simple. When she picked up the clothes from her assistant, her eyes still swept lightly from the designer's face. "I'm fatter now than before, and this one may not be able to wear."

"No, don't worry." The designer hooked her thin lip, "yesterday I had..."

At this point, she suddenly realized what was wrong. In Zhou Linlin's busy cough, she suddenly stopped the conversation, and some impatiently pulled up the next door curtain, "change it first, and talk about it if it's appropriate."

Lu Yao was holding the soft plain white skirt with stunned eyes.

Outside the curtain of the door at the moment, Zhou Linlin was coughing and blushing. She patted her chest with fear and stared at the designer who was not distracted.

Not long after coming, the curtain of the door was pulled open again. Lu Yao changed her clothes and looked at the three with a smile, "coincidentally, it's just right."

"Cough..." the designer coughed again, took a veil from the side, paced behind Lu Yao and put it on for her.

Then he gently spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, "well, it's done."

At this moment, Lu Yao has become a real bride.

When they came out of the dressing room, a group of staff waiting outside the door were stunned. One by one, the blue eyed makeup artist couldn't help coming and hugging her with envy. "You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

Lu Yao put on a calm smile and was surrounded by the crowd out of the church. When she was led all the way to a larger church nearby, she was still checking her mobile phone communication messages from time to time.

Nearly two hours later, Shao Yunchen only replied to her with one word, "HMM."

The front of the cathedral was covered with a layer of white carpet. After Lu Yao stepped on the carpet, the people around her withdrew to one side. She looked up and was stunned for a moment, and suddenly responded, "it seems..."

She wanted to find Zhou Linlin to confirm whether it was the church set by the young master of the Mao family she saw in the photo the night before, but when she turned around, she found that the man had taken the lead and walked to the closed church door.

The flash crackled, and the music of the wedding Symphony should be transmitted to her ears together with the continuous shutter sound. Lu Yao barely breathed steadily. When she walked along the carpet towards the church gate, her head was in a trance and couldn't tell the true from the false.

Finally, she stopped in front of the door, stared at the foot she was about to cross the last step, and her eyes sank, "sorry, I don't think I can do it."

She turned her head and looked apologetically at the priest and host who followed her all the way, "I'm really very sorry. I can't hold my wedding behind my husband's back. I don't want him to be absent from my wedding."

Originally thought she could, but only the moment before she stepped into the door did she realize that in this lively and cheerful atmosphere, her mood was unprecedented low.

She missed Shao Yunchen. At this moment, she missed him very much.

When the host next to her heard her say so, a white face suddenly turned red and tore her voice to urge, "go in, you go first and talk..."

Lu Yao shook her head. "Sorry, I can't go in."

She bent down and bowed very sincerely, and then she was ready to lift her feet and leave.

But the bright eyed man grabbed her and tried to explain something again. Finally, he found that language organization was difficult, so he could only cast his eyes for help at Zhou Linlin and Zheng Yun standing next to him.

At this time, Zhou Linlin hung up the phone in her hand and advised, "Yao'er, go and have a look first. It's all here. If you say to go now, it won't end well, won't it?"

Lu Yao sinks her eyes and seems to be considering. Before giving a specific answer, the mobile phone pinched in her hand suddenly rings again.

She opened the screen and saw that the remark was Shao Yunchen. After calming her mood for a long time, she stretched out her hand to pick it up, "Yunchen..."

"Yao Yao, let's get married."

The man's voice over there was cold, but such a cold sentence made the woman's tears fall instantly.

Immediately, the front door was slowly opened, and the tall man stood behind the door.

He put one hand to his ear, held a bouquet of flowers in the other hand, and looked at her with a smile.

When the woman's tears brushed off a few rounds, he repeated, "let's get married."

This time, without hesitation, she ran to the man with her skirt, hugged him and whispered like a child: "I know, I know..."