"Rogue--" After 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?
"Cha——" 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 then 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 cold, on the contrary, it gives people a sense of passion and pride.
Jessica and the others looked excited and worshiped.
This wedding dress has a vague feeling of being sacred and inviolable even if it is not worn or moved.
Looking at it, I can't help but think that it is pure and noble, and it will last until death.
The white wedding dress in my hand was really soulless compared to Ye Fan's wedding dress.
"Hongyan, do you like it?"
Ye Fan didn't pay attention to the blazing gazes of everyone, and lifted up his red wedding dress and smiled at Song Hongyan.
Song Hongyan did not respond, but rushed over happily and hugged Ye Fan.
Her pretty face was indescribably happy.
Obviously this wedding dress touched her heart.
"Don't get too excited yet, go put it on and take a look."
Ye Fan smiled softly: "I am just a half-finished tailor, and my techniques and tailoring are not up to standard."
"Jessica, I just acted on a whim, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
Ye Fan also smiled apologetically to Jessica and the others: "It's just a mistake."
Jessica smiled bitterly: "Young Master Ye is going to break us."
At this moment, Song Hongyan took her red wedding dress and went to the cloakroom to change.
Several assistants followed to help.
In less than ten minutes, Song Hongyan walked out in a red wedding dress.
The beauty is still the same beauty, but the temperament is completely different.
The wedding dress wraps up the graceful body, with a trace of hollowing under the collar, revealing the slender neck, and the straight curve of the collarbone is breathtaking.
Her slender waist is not enough to hold a hand, and her long, fair and straight legs are long.
Now Song Hongyan is like a red peony, and her wedding dress perfectly brings out her own temperament.
Under the convergence of lights, the skin shines with an intoxicating light, which is particularly attractive.
"call!"
Before Jessica and the others could say anything, Song Hongyan turned on the spot, and the hem of her wedding dress spread out instantly.
The room is filled with fragrance and endless red color.
At this moment, the woman is like a delicate peony, blooming quietly in the middle of the night among the lonely flowers.
The red lips are lightly pressed, the eyebrows are lightly swept, the skirt is flying, and the smile is looking forward... A face of exquisite beauty is looming in the red light.
But Song Hongyan's eyes were like the rising sun in winter, full of vitality and red color.
The arrogance and coquettishness shown at this moment made everyone hold their breath involuntarily, and no one could describe her beauty in words.
That face, those autumn-like eyes, and the ever-blooming red peony occupy everyone's mind.
Jessica couldn't control it, she trembled slightly and shouted again: "Master Ye, what's its name?"
"unique!"
Ye Fan said softly: "The beauty of the prosperous age."
A beauty in prosperity?
Jessica and the others were amazed when they heard the name of this wedding dress.
Everyone looked at Song Hongyan with envy.
This is a happy and sweet woman.
"Ding——" At this moment, Ye Fan's cell phone vibrated.
He took it out casually and opened it.
Tang Ruoxue's video was connected.
A fair and haggard face appeared in front of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this. He didn't expect it to be Tang Ruoxue's video.
After the mute incident, he thought this woman would never call him again.
He looked at Tang Ruoxue with a hesitant expression and asked, "Ruoxue, what's the matter?"
