"Luo!" Cheng Liuli held his arm tightly, his face flushed, his smile shy and a bit coquettish, "Why don't I want you to drink so much!"
She leaned close to his ear with a soft voice. Although her voice was deliberately lowered, it was just enough to be clearly heard by the surrounding guests, "Today is our engagement day. We promised to give people a romantic surprise, but we can't get drunk."
Don’t wake up…”
Most of the surrounding guests were accompanied by women. They looked at each other and smiled, so they naturally understood the subtext behind these words.
They laughed one after another, not paying attention to the bold words that Mr. Luo had just announced about his fiancée, but instead felt a rare sense of closeness.
Cheng Liuli took the opportunity to block all the wine for him.
After some pleasantries, the two were about to leave.
However, a silver-haired lady in her sixties walked towards the two of them, her sharp gaze directed towards the dress Cheng Lili was wearing.
"Miss, may I ask where the dress you are wearing comes from?"
"Is there anything wrong, madam?" Cheng Liuli smiled politely, but he was quickly taking stock in his mind -
German.
Because her English has a slightly less obvious Berlin accent.
Nearly seventy years old.
Because although she was dressed up with exquisite makeup, the neck lines on her neck were the deadliest weapon that revealed a woman's age.
Proficient in clothing.
The slight frown between her eyebrows showed her dissatisfaction with the modification of the dress.
At this moment, those light blue eyes looked at her outfit solemnly and rigorously, with a hint of criticality.
Cheng Lili connected all the information in a flash in his mind. Oh, it turned out to be her, the world-famous fashion designer, Ms. Gefill.
Nobles in high society around the world are proud to wear the clothes she designed.
From another perspective, Ms. Gefill's design is no longer a brand, but demonstrates an aristocratic, unique and tasteful aesthetic and has a broad and far-reaching influence in the global fashion industry.
Only then did Cheng Lili realize that the dress that Yesilo brought to her was probably made by the proud and arrogant Ms. Gefill in front of her.
"Excuse me, where did this skirt come from?"
The rigorous and indifferent Gefill repeated his question again.
Yesilo's anger was ready to come out. No one had ever dared to attack his people, especially women, in front of him like this. He was about to say the word "go away" coldly, but he saw Cheng Liuli pinching his lips.
On the back of his hand, he spoke with a smile,
"Ms. Gefill, don't you recognize your design? Isn't this Gin's latest evening dress this season?"
I don’t know when several couples and guests had gathered around me, and some people rushed to fawn over Yesilo, “Yes, Ms. Gefill, look, how beautiful Mr. Luo’s fiancée looks in her clothes, she’s even better than the model in the album.
More touching!"
"Ms. Gefill, I think you can ask this lady to be your spokesperson for the Gin brand clothing exhibition next season..."
"Haha, Gissen is joking. How could Mr. Luo allow his woman to show up like this?"
"I was the one who was abrupt, sorry, sorry!"
Amid the divergent opinions, Ms. Gefill continued to speak coldly, "Excuse me, are you dissatisfied with this skirt, so you altered it without permission?"