Not long after she got up, she heard a knock on the door and opened the door. Sure enough, there was a group of people standing outside. After the other party introduced their identities, Qian Yan let them in.
When his eyes swept across everyone, Qianyan's eyes paused for a moment on the young man who had not moved.
Isn’t this who Chen Zhihuai is?
Chen Zhihuai was dressed in casual clothes today and looked like a photographer. He was currently standing at the door holding camera equipment.
Seeing Qian Yan staring at him, he said: "Hello, Miss Han, I am the cameraman who is following you today."
Qian Yan nodded slightly as a greeting.
After the stylist helped her change into her wedding dress, everyone, including Chen Zhihuai, entered the house with the camera in hand. The moment he entered the house, his device was activated, and it seemed that he really wanted to record this beautiful scene.
Chen Zhihuai seemed to be a professional cameraman, choosing the best angle without disturbing other people who were dressing up Qian Yan.
He stared at the person in the camera and felt that she was already extremely beautiful, and her beauty became even more beautiful under the dress up. Every scene in the camera was perfect.
She was not smiling, but her eyes gave the impression that she was looking forward to the upcoming wedding.
She knows her appearance very well, and she carefully communicates with the makeup artist about the makeup she wants, as if she really wants to present the most perfect look at the wedding.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhihuai had a very strange feeling in his heart. He couldn't figure out what it felt like for a while, and he didn't have time to think about it.
Now he is a follow-up photographer, and he has to be dedicated to it.
If he hadn't known that she was a secretive person, he would have thought that she was a bride-to-be who was looking forward to getting married.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhihuai breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and the previous discomfort was gone.
Everything is fake. This is a life game show against Mr. Hawke. How could Han Qianyan marry those who fooled her?
This is a game, not real.
Qian Yan didn't know that Chen Zhihuai's thoughts were so complicated. He was a little unhappy at first, but then he comforted himself.
Qian Yan has been sitting here for more than two hours. She is in good health, but she doesn't feel anything. She is still as stable as a mountain. This look gives people the feeling that she is really looking forward to the next wedding. This is an expectation.
The bride-to-be is on the road to happiness.
After dressing up, the next step is to wait for the wedding car to arrive.
Yesterday, Yan Rong and Qian Yan planned to pick them up at eight o'clock in the morning. Seeing that there were still a few minutes until eight o'clock, the people around them were laughing and booing.
A few minutes passed, but Yan Rong still hadn't appeared. Some people said that there might be a delay on the road and that he should arrive soon.
By nine o'clock, the groom hadn't come yet, and everyone present didn't think much about it. They still thought something had happened on the way.
Someone suggested that Qian Yan call and ask what was going on. Qian Yan took out her mobile phone and dialed Xu Huanhuan's number first. She also told the people around her: "Yesterday, my good sister said that she would not miss the time if she was here. No."
Thinking that she hasn't come yet at this time, I'll ask her first."
Soon, Xu Huanhuan's cell phone was connected, and Xu Huanhuan's voice sounded: "Hello, who are you?"
The voice was polite and unfamiliar, and it was obvious that he was not familiar with Qian Yan.
Qian Yan's eyes showed some surprise: "Huanhuan, it's me, didn't you hear my voice?"
This chapter has been completed!