Jiang Weiwei's hand was forcefully held by Xiang Yutian, and he was forced to follow him into the revolving door of the Imperial Hotel.
"Master Xiang."
As soon as they entered, a hotel staff member ran over, nodding and bowing to Xiang Yutian, "Hello, Mr. Xiang, as the host of Mr. Xiang's engagement ceremony, our hotel has been working around the clock to arrange the venue."
"Um."
Xiang Yutian nodded lazily and looked inside.
The interior decoration of the Imperial Hotel is really like an imperial Western-style palace, grand, huge, and luxurious in details, showing a unique style.
A staff member walked in holding pots of purple, white, red and blue roses.
They piled flowers on both ends of the red carpet.
Pot after pot extends to the spiral staircase in the distance.
"Master Xiang, let's test the location of the flowers first. On the day of the engagement ceremony, we will replace all the flowers with the freshest ones." A hotel leader who seemed to be in charge came over and said.
Jiang Weiwei glanced at the dew on the roses, "But these are all fresh."
Do you want to replace them all?
It would be too wasteful to use so many real flowers just to measure the position.
"I can see that Mr. Xiang really loves Miss Jiang. Mr. Xiang has told her that everything must be the latest, best and most expensive." The hotel manager took the opportunity to flatter her.
"..."
The latest, the best, the most expensive.
Jiang Weiwei silently looked at the thousands of fresh roses here, they were so luxurious.
"You can talk."
Xiang Yutian felt quite comfortable with the flattery and gave him a haughty look.
The hotel manager nodded and bowed again, almost pretending to wag his tail, "I hope you'll take good care of me, Mr. Xiang."
"..."
Xiang Yutian curled his lips, half smiling, glanced down at the roses of various colors, and his eyes fell on a pot of purple roses.
The color of the petals is delicate, elegant, and eye-catching.
The purple roses are blooming, extremely beautiful.
Jiang Weiwei looked over and saw Xiang Yutian bending down to pull out a purple rose and hold it in front of his eyes to appreciate it. His eyes were as deep as the sea.
"Master Xiang, the flower language of purple roses is that you are my goddess." The hotel leader immediately introduced, "If roses represent joy and love, then purple roses represent the deepest kind of love."
The deepest kind of love.
Xiang Yutian raised the corners of his lips, and his handsome face looked enchanting, more eye-catching than the purple rose in his hand.
Jiang Weiwei discovered that a group of female staff standing behind the hotel manager were all obsessed with Xiang Yutian...
Indeed, no picture of a man admiring a rose would be so beautiful.
It is the ultimate feminine beauty.
Goods that attract bees and butterflies...
Jiang Weiwei secretly cursed, and the rose was suddenly handed to her eyes. Xiang Yutian stared at her deeply and said word for word, "You are my goddess, and this is the deepest love between us."
No one can compare.
Just like among roses, no rose of any color can compare with the purple rose.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei stared at the rose for a moment and did not reach out to take it.
The next second, Xiang Yutian cut off the flower branches with his own hands, inserted the purple rose into her long black hair, and tucked it behind her ear.
Very flattering.
"No one is more suitable for purple roses than you." Xiang Yutian looked at her affectionately, turned his head, looked at the hotel leader with a condescending face, and gave orders forcefully, "Change everything to purple roses, and the rest will be replaced by purple roses."