Evil president, forced love

In the restaurant, the melodious music sounded, and An Ran happily listened to the melodious music, feeling indescribably comfortable.

Because, this restaurant was pre-booked by Jin Feng, and the money - already paid!Pass!up!

Sitting opposite Tang Jun, his face was as dark as water.

"Third Master, I have proposed this marriage, when are we going to take wedding photos?" An Ran looked excited.

The moment women look forward to the most is the moment when they put on a white gauze, and she is no exception.

"When do you want to go?" Tang Jun asked back.

An Ran smirked, "Of course, the sooner the better!"

……

"Hey! Why are you pulling my arm! I haven't finished my meal yet! My steak!"

Steaks that cost thousands of dollars a piece, huh...

……

Half an hour later, An Ran stood in the lobby of the photo studio, looking at the five sets of clothes in front of her in shock.

Two sets of wedding dresses, two sets of evening dresses, and one set of Chinese wedding dresses.

"This was designed by the third master these days." Jin Feng couldn't help reminding in a low voice.

"Talking." Tang Jun snorted faintly, and swept his cold eyes towards Jin Feng, "Why, you're still waiting for me to invite you."

Jin Feng was shocked, and immediately replied, "Understood, Third Master, I'll wait for you outside!"

The waiter stood aside and said cautiously, "Madam, this way please, the makeup artist is already waiting."

Only then did An Ran recover from the shock, and walked up to Tang Jun excitedly, and held his hand affectionately.

"The reason why you sent me down these few days is to give me this surprise." An Ran couldn't be more moved.

Unexpectedly, Tang Jun only glanced at her lightly, and lightly parted his vermilion lips, "You think too much."

In fact, he assigned An Ran to various departments for two reasons. One was to spare time to design the wedding dress, and the other was to facilitate An Ran's management of the company after he left.

"Uh..." An Ran frowned slightly, pouted her mouth and growled, "Can you spoil the scenery a little more! Hmph!"

After An Ran finished speaking, she followed the waiter to the dressing room, and Tang Jun also walked towards the men's changing room.

Sitting in the dressing room, An Ran was in a joyous mood. She was not a fool. This must have been prepared by Tang Jun early in the morning. Although he refused to admit it, the facts already explained everything.

"Madam, you are so happy." The makeup artist couldn't help but said.

"Hehe." An Ran laughed twice, and it was an answer.

The make-up artist said again, "No one in the capital knows that Tang Sanye has never been close to women. I was puzzled at first, but now I understand everything. It turned out to be because of you, madam."

The makeup artist kept flattering An Ran, her mouth was sweeter than honey.

An Ran is in a good mood today, although she knows that she said that on purpose, she is still very happy in her heart.

"The third master is really good to me." An Ran replied from the bottom of her heart.

"The third master is handsome and rich. How many women in the capital want to marry the third master in their dreams. Ma'am, you are really lucky!"

The makeup artist's tone unknowingly began to turn sour.

An Ran didn't speak, how could she fail to understand what the makeup artist said.

It's just that she was flattering just now, why suddenly she started to be sarcastic again.

"Ma'am, do you think the makeup I put on is beautiful?" The makeup artist suddenly approached An Ran.

An Ran raised her head, looked at herself in the mirror, and always felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know much about makeup, so she couldn't tell what was wrong.

At this time, the makeup artist spoke again, "This is the makeup for the dead in the funeral parlor!"