Fu Yanye held her hand, looked at her and said to her.
Zhuo Jianbian also glanced at him, feeling that he seemed to be asking her for a wedding ring.
Fu Yanye saw her doubts and reminded her: "Just the pair you bought when I went to help Lin Ruxiang last time can be used as our wedding rings."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
She had almost forgotten about it.
But now that he reminded me, it suddenly came to mind very clearly.
That day, he also wore a man's ring. It was he who made her spend all her savings to buy that pair of rings.
But it’s a couple’s ring at most, right?
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he wore that, but the pair of rings should now be lying in her small apartment, in the first drawer of her bedside table.
Jian Lian looked at the confrontation between the young couple's eyebrows, glanced at the time on her watch, and reminded: "Let's hurry up and talk about the ring at another time?"
"OK!"
When Zhuo Jian heard Jian Lian's words, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty and quickly agreed to him sweetly.
Fu Yanye pinched her ring finger hard, causing her face to turn pale in pain.
Soon Jian Lian's assistant took Zhuo Jian to try on wedding dresses. Fu Yanye was alone with Jian Lian, and Jian Lian laughed at him: "We have been childhood sweethearts for so many years, and we still can't figure it out?"
"The future is still long, isn't it?"
Fu Yanye asked him with his dark eyes half lowered.
Jian Lian nodded: "The future is quite long, but it is also quite short. Just like me, I accidentally became a golden bachelor."
Fu Yanye laughed unconsciously after hearing this. This great designer once had a girlfriend and almost got married, but...
"She loves you very much! But she also knows how to restrain herself."
Jian Lian said again.
Fu Yanye glanced at him almost distrustfully.
"If a girl restrains her feelings too much, she's basically been hurt."
Jian Lian said again.
Fu Yanye narrowed her eyes, raised her voice and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"If you are the one who has hurt her, and you want to redeem her, you may have to be ten times more patient and gentle than an ordinary man."
"..."
ten times?
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Never try to tie a woman down with her children. Women will only become more independent because of their children."
Jian Lian said more.
Fu Yanye felt extremely upset. This person only asked him to design a wedding dress. Who asked him to give such advice?
Seeing that he was unhappy, Jian Lian didn't care and drank tea for a while.
When she walked downstairs wearing a white wedding dress, Jian Lian couldn't take her eyes away.
Zhuo Jian gently walked down the safety railing, while two assistants were behind her to help her hold up the hem of her skirt.
Her long hair has been tied up, and her feet are wearing crystal high heels.
She is as beautiful as jade, just like she is now.
Jian Lian seemed to have found her muse again, and was speechless for a moment with excitement.
Fu Yanye followed his line of sight and looked toward the stairs.
Her skin is as white as milk, with a layer of pink showing through when she is shy. Her figure is tall and slender, and she looks even more delicate and gentle in that white wedding dress.
Zhuo Jian stepped down on her high heels and let out a tired breath.
Jian Lian put down her tea cup, stood up and walked towards her.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there with his legs crossed, staring straight at her.
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when he saw her.
His dark eyes were too cold.
Jian Lian came closer, looked at her waist and whispered: "Miss Zhuo has been eating well recently, and her waist has become wider."
"Yes, really?"
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.
Jian Lian looked at the direction she was looking and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Yanye put down the tea cup he was playing with, stood up, walked up to her with long legs, and looked at her waist.