Hearing these numbers, Song Hongyan blushed, lightly kicked Ye Fan, and then turned around and left.
She has amnesia and is not used to Ye Fan's ambiguity.
"Whoosh!"
But at this moment, Ye Fan grabbed the woman, turned around and ran to the workbench.
His slender fingers slid over more than a hundred pieces of fabric.
Suddenly, a piece of red cloth was left on his fingertips, and he pulled it out with a splash, attracting everyone's attention.
Before Jessica could react, Ye Fan picked up the sharp scissors.
He looked up at Song Hongyan, his eyes filled with sparkle.
At this moment, in his eyes, heart, and bones, he only had Song Hongyan.
Then, Ye Fan stabbed the sharp scissors on the fabric.
He didn't even measure, he just cut, dropped the knife, and opened the mouth, all in one smooth motion.
Jessica and the others didn't take it seriously at first, and felt that Mark was wasting his wealth by playing around.
But when they saw Ye Fan move, their eyes all froze.
They found that Ye Fan's movements were not inferior to those of their masters, as if he had been a designer for decades.
And it’s also indescribably beautiful.
Ye Fan's hands are like two butterflies, dancing flexibly, with various scissors intertwined with the light red fabric.
Sometimes I use scissors to cut the fabric, sometimes I use my fingers to measure the size, sometimes I use a sewing machine to sew, it's so smooth.
"How is this possible?"
Jessica and the others all widened their eyes.
If Ye Fan hadn't humbly asked them for tailoring advice five days ago, they would have thought that Ye Fan was a hidden master.
Yuan Qingyi was also dumbfounded: Master Ye can still make clothes?
"嚓——"
Ye Fan ignored everyone's thoughts and just kept looking at Song Hongyan, as if he wanted to bring her appearance into his field of vision.
That passion, that warmth, that tenderness not only made Song Hongyan stay where she was, but also made Jessica and the others feel strong love.
Only with Song Hongyan in his eyes and heart can Ye Fan not need any data clipping.
Soon, Ye Fan cut the fabric smoothly and turned to use the sewing machine to sew.
Repeatedly, wedding dresses with smooth curves and a three-dimensional feel gradually appeared.
This once again stunned Jessica and the others.
I never expected that Ye Fan could not only cut, but also tailor.
Moreover, the tailoring technique combines the essence of Jessica and twenty-four masters.
Whether it's the stitches or the traces of lines, there are traces of Jessica and others, but Ye Fan takes them to the extreme.
These ideas in turn gave Jessica and the others a lot of inspiration, which invisibly advanced their structure and realm a step further.
At this moment, Jessica and the others finally understood what genius was.
No one made a sound, no one moved, no one even helped, they just quietly watched Ye Fan perform.
At this moment, he is a world master, and his every move attracts the attention of Jessica and others.
"Whoosh——"
I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Fan finally reached the last step, sewing the fabric and sewing on the thin straps.
The straps are long or short, like flying flowers when scattered, like peonies when combined, and seem to be full of vitality.
"Wow!"
When Ye Fan put the last stitch on the wedding dress, a red wedding dress appeared in everyone's sight.
Done in one go.
There are no fine diamonds and no fluorescence, but it still reflects a luster under the light.
The luster is not dazzling, not bright, not indifferent. On the contrary, it gives people a fiery and pride.
Jessica was excited, with a worship.
This wedding dress, without moving or wearing, there is a sense of sacredness.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but think of it, pure and noble, until death.
The white wedding dress in his own hand is really no soul compared to Ye Fan's wedding dress.
"Hongyan, do you like it?"
Ye Fan did not have the hot eyes of the people, and asked the red wedding dress to smile at Song Hongyan.
Song Hongyan did not respond, but just rushed over, hugging Ye Fan.
Qiao face can't say.
Obviously this wedding dress hit her heart.
"Don't be excited first, go up and take a look."
Ye Fan smiled gentle: "I am a half -barrel of water tailor, and many techniques and tailors are not in place."
"Jessica, I rose for a while, sorry, not offending you."
Ye Fan also apologized to Jessica and smiled: "Banmen has made ax."
Jessica smiled bitterly: "Ye Shao is going to fold us."
At this moment, Song Hongyan took the red wedding dress to replace the cloakroom.
Several assistants followed up to help.
In less than ten minutes, Song Hongyan walked out in a red wedding dress.
Hongyan is still the red face, but the temperament is completely different.
The wedding dress is wrapped in the graceful body, and there is a hint of hollowing out, exposing the long neck, and the curve is straight.
The slim waist is inadequate, and the long legs are fair and straight.
Now Song Hongyan, like a red peony, the wedding dress perfectly set off her own temperament.
Under the gathering of lights, the skin is fascinated, which is extremely attractive.
"call!"
Didn't wait for Jessica to speak, Song Hongyan turned around, and the wedding skirt spread instantly.
The room is full of fragrance, endless red and bright.
At this moment, a woman seemed to be a delicate peony, quietly blooming in the lonely flower bushes late at night.
Red lips lightly, moth's eyebrows swept away, skirts fluttered, smiled and looked forward to ...
A beautiful face, looming in a red light.
And Song Hongyan's eyes, like the sun in the winter, is full of vitality and redness.
The arrogance and style of the exposed moment of instantaneous show made everyone holding their breaths, and they couldn't describe her beauty in words.
That face, those eyes -like eyes, and the red peony that keeps blooming, occupying everyone's mind.
Jessica couldn't control it, and shouted slightly: "Ye Shao, what is the name?"
"unique!"
Ye Fan gently sounded: "Shengshi Hongyan."
Shengshi Hongyan?
Hearing the name of this wedding dress, Jessica was amazed.
Seeing Song Hongyan with envy.
This is a happy and sweet woman.
"bite--"
At this time, Ye Fan's mobile phone shook.
He took it out and opened it.
Tang Ruoxue's video came in.
A fair -faced face appeared in front of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan couldn't stop seeing it for a long time, but he didn't expect to be Tang Ruoxue video.
After dumb, he thought the woman would never call him again.
He looked at Tang Ruoxue's expression and asked: "If Xue, what's the matter?"
"Tangmen Chenyuan Garden ..."
Tang Ruoxue stopped the topic half when he said.
Her eyes jumped through Ye Fan's cheek through the camera, and she was sure to look at Song Hongyan, who was held by the stars.
The red wedding dress with a flourishing red face stabbed her eyes like a needle tip, her heart ... her heart ...