500. Chapter 500 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 19
Carrying her bag and wearing eight-centimeter shoes, she walked slowly and leisurely.
She went to the mall to buy two autumn clothes for herself and Diaper respectively. She looked at her watch and found that it was too early after shopping in the mall. She had no idea where to go, so she just found a coffee shop with a nice environment and planned to drink.
Pass the time with coffee and desserts.
In order to avoid returning to Mu Yuan, Mrs. De looked at her again with that ambiguous, strangely ambiguous look.
Opposite the coffee shop is a very grand and luxurious wedding dress shop.
The crystal cabinets on the first floor are filled with the latest works of the famous Italian designer Delfin.
Dafen has a quirk: only three wedding dresses are shipped worldwide.
Asia, Europe, America, one piece each.
If someone really likes that particular wedding dress, and unfortunately all three wedding dresses are sold, even if he is given hundreds of millions, he will not make a fourth one.
Because of his quirk, Dafen's wedding dress has become the most expensive wedding dress brand in the world, especially favored by aristocrats all over the world.
The cabinets of this store are filled with Daphne's wedding dresses. It seems that not only is the financial strength extraordinary, but the connections cannot be underestimated.
The bridal shop has seven floors.
Each floor has a large floor-to-ceiling window.
Mu Wanqing was drinking coffee while looking boredly at the men and women trying on wedding dresses inside.
From the second floor to the seventh floor, she slowly looked at floor after floor, pair after pair.
Although Mu Wanqing could not clearly see the expressions on the faces of the men and women wearing wedding dresses across a wide road, she could clearly feel their joy and happiness through their bodies.
However, when her eyes moved to the seventh floor and saw a man and a woman trying out wedding dresses inside, Mu Wanqing... was suddenly stunned.
She held the coffee cup in mid-air stiffly and sat there motionless, looking with dead eyes: Yang Mufan sat on the sofa refreshed, hugging Nian Shiyin affectionately, and gently and considerately helped to choose.
Wearing wedding dress.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception hall were too wide, but sitting there he didn't look obtrusive or insignificant at all. Instead, he looked indescribably majestic, tall and handsome.
Like a god.
He was usually not good at talking and smiling, but his flawless handsome face rarely showed a faint smile, and his expression was very doting.
Seeing this scene, the color on Mu Wanqing's face faded away little by little, becoming as pale as paper.
Unable to contain herself, Mu Wanqing began to tremble all over, and the tip of her nose was sore.
As for Yang Mufan, he didn't know whether he felt her gaze or just suddenly wanted to broaden his horizons and simply look outside.
Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mufan's gaze directed towards her. She quickly turned around and turned her back to him. Then she forced herself to be calm and calm, and eagerly picked up the coffee and put it in her mouth. However, her hands were shaking violently.
Even the lips and teeth are fighting.
The hot tears rolled down together with the brown coffee, dripping on her white shirt, making her whole body miserable...