Qi Ye drove to a top wedding studio.

Two young lady wearing cheongsams, elegant temperament, pushed open the glass door, Qi Ye walked in with his little wife, and the owner of the studio who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward.

"Young Master Qi, Mrs. Qi."

Ye Weilan smiled and nodded, looking at the wedding dresses filled the entire hall, and was a little dazzled.

"Mrs. Qi, all the wedding dresses are here. Which one do you like?"

Every wedding dress here is a work by a world-class master, unique and unparalleled, and a few of them are the works of some of the deceased designers.

Wedding dress is the tenderest dream in every girl's heart. It is quietly lurking in the deepest part of her heart, waiting for a gust of wind to blow, blowing her heart and swaying her skirt.

Ye Weilan looked at her one by one. She chose it very seriously, her eyes were pure, and a beautiful smile was always on the corners of her lips.

She is going to get married, but she is still married to her lover, so of course she has to greet her happily.

A white and pure light came into view, and Ye Weilan's eyes lit up slightly. It was a dreamy long strapless dress, slender and light, gorgeous and romantic. The hem of the skirt was decorated with countless bright pearls, like the rolling waves on the sea.

Her plain white fingers gently stroked the soft clothes like the mist of the mountain. A quiet smile quietly bloomed on her beautiful face: "Qi Ye, will I be beautiful in this wedding dress?"

Qi Ye looked at the girl's white and jade-like face, and her eyes were soft: "You are the most beautiful."

He may not say too many love words, but every sentence is the most true.

Ye Weilan looked up at him, her pure eyes were like two doves of secluded springs, and her red lips slightly opened: "Please help me change."

Qi Yeqing smiled: "Okay."

The boss immediately handed over the wedding dress, and Qi Ye took Ye Weilan into the locker room.

The pure white skirt spread out in the man's hands.

The snow-white wedding dress fell on the woman's graceful and delicate body. At this moment, the beauty seemed to be frozen into eternity. The woman's tender white cheeks were slightly flushed and a delicate smile rippled.

Qi Ye bent down and put a pair of exquisite wedding shoes inlaid with pearls on her feet. Then he stood up and looked up and down with his clear eyes, his eyes sensation: "Lan, you are so beautiful."

Ye Weilan smiled and kissed his lips: "Of course you can't be too ugly as your bride."

He took her out, and several makeup artists held a full set of dressing utensils to tidy up her hair and makeup.

He curled a head of black hair that looked like flowing water, spreading like seaweed, and a gorgeous silver crown was inlaid on his head. He gathered white veil and scattered it from his head to his feet, dragging it behind him, as beautiful as a dream.

Qi Ye sat on the sofa beside him, looking at it with his jaw on his back.

Several male makeup artists originally wanted to clean up the eldest master, but after carefully looking at the man, they all gave up their thoughts.

Master Qi didn't even have a trace of flaws, perfectly making all men jealous.

After putting on makeup, the highlight will be next.

Wedding photos.

Opening the most beautiful background picture, Qi Ye leaned lazily on the sofa, Ye Weilan sat in his arms, he hugged her waist, and was intimate.

Qi Ye's smile was very light, but the corners of his radiant lips were as beautiful as a picture, and the girl in front of him, Yan Ruohua, was as beautiful as a flower.
Chapter completed!