After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

Seeing Lei Shan looking at her pitifully with big black eyes, Wen Shiyu's heart softened, and she said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you girl, I'll give you the bride's arm !" Saying that, he let go of Qiao Ran's hand.

Lei Shan happily hugged Qiao Ran's arm: "Master, let's go make up and change clothes!"

Qiao Ran looked at Han Mo: "Then I'm going to put on makeup!"

"Go, my queen, I'm looking forward to seeing you in your wedding dress." Han Mo said dotingly.

When they walked off the stage, Lei Shan looked at her brother Lei Yan who was standing in the audience.

Although her brother always had a blessed smile on his face, Lei Shan knew that her brother was so bitter that his blood dripped from his heart.

So she wanted to wrap her arms around Qiao Ran's arm to give her brother some psychological comfort.

It was like he was holding Qiao Ran's arm, sending Qiao Ran to the most important turning point in his life, and being the last knight.

Even if he didn't deliver it himself, Lei Shan knew that if he did it himself, he could still get some comfort in his heart.

On the way to the dressing room of the holiday villa, Qiao Ran saw that the decorations on both sides of the road were very unique, showing Han Mo's deep love for her everywhere.

When they arrived at the resort, they were led by a special person to the dressing room, where there were two rows of more than a dozen makeup artists in purple uniforms standing outside the dressing room.

"Welcome Mrs. Han!"

More than a dozen makeup artists greeted Qiao Ran respectfully.

Qiao Ran couldn't stand this kind of greeting that was too formal and advanced.

But she knew that it was arranged by Han Mo for her. He wanted her to be a female pipa on this day, the most honorable and happiest bride.

So this favor, she took it!

"Hi everyone, I'm going to trouble everyone today!" Qiao Ran said to everyone in a calm and generous manner.

"Mrs. Han is polite, this is what we should do, please come in, Mrs. Han!" The leading woman said and pushed open the door.

The moment the door opened, Qiao Ran saw Jiang Zhilai, who was wearing a peach pink light gauze Hanfu and exquisite makeup, standing in the center of the room, looking at Qiao Ran with a gentle smile.

"Zhilai, I didn't see you at the wedding just now, and I felt very sorry. I was so happy to see you here." Qiao Ran hurried forward, held Jiang Zhilai's hand, The smile came from the heart of happiness.

Seeing Qiao Ran warmly welcome him, Jiang Zhilai's heart cannot be described in words.

Since the Jiang family's accident, everyone avoided her like a poisonous snake and blocked her one after another.

Some enemies of the Jiang family found her and beat her up. If the police hadn't arrived in time, she might have been beaten to death.

At this moment, she took Pingping Lele and moved to an inconspicuous community, hiding in the room and not daring to come out.

Only at night do I dare to come out fully armed to buy something.

With a family background like that, and something just happened at home, Jiang Zhilai didn't want to come to Han Mo's wedding.

But Han Mo said a lot, in order not to leave any regrets for Qiao Ran's wedding, she agreed to attend.

But it was only doing behind-the-scenes work, not accompanying Qiao Ran to the wedding.

In order not to let other people see her and affect Qiao Ran and Han Mo's wedding.

"Mrs. Han, if you don't mind, I'll do your bridal hairstyle today." Jiang Zhilai said in a respectful voice.

Ten days have passed since the Jiang family had an accident.

In the past ten days, she had greeted Jiang Zhilai on her mobile phone, and Jiang Zhilai kept saying that she was fine.

But looking at her obviously thin face, Qiao Ran knew that she was not doing well.

That's right, even if that home is no longer what she wants, she still can't get rid of the fact that they are a family.

Overnight, the whole family was left with only her, her eighth uncle with disabled legs, and two young children.

To say that she is not sad or sad, how is it possible for her who is kind-hearted by nature!

"It's too late for me to be happy, why would I mind? I said a long time ago that I hope you can design wedding clothes for me. Now that the wedding is held so fast, I can't wear the wedding dress you made. Let you make it for me. That's good too."

"Han Mo loves you so much, how could he make your wedding regretful? As early as two months ago, Han Mo found me and hoped that I could tailor a wedding dress for you."

Once again, Qiao Ran was deeply moved. She only found out not long ago that Jiang Zhilai was Tang Yike who provided ancient wedding dresses to the Mubaishou couple's restaurant for three meals a day.

However, Han Mo found out that Jiang Zhilai was Tang Yike who knew how to make Hanfu two months ago.

And at that time, Jiang Zhilai made wedding clothes for them.

No wonder she saw that the wedding planning outside was so beautiful and romantic. It turned out that he had been planning it for several months.

He said he would give her a grand wedding, and he didn't lie to her.

"Thank you, Zhilai!"

"It's my honor to be able to make wedding dresses for you. Han Mo has made several preparations for you to choose from. Let's choose the dress first, and then we will comb your hair and make up according to the dress you chose."

Following Jiang Zhilai to a nearby room, when the door was opened, all kinds of beautiful clothes were hung inside.

Various styles of Chinese-style wedding dresses and various styles of Western-style wedding dresses are so exquisite that people can't take their eyes off them.

"Mr. Han invited several ancient design masters to design these Chinese wedding clothes. I wonder if you can guess which one was designed by me?" Jiang Zhilai asked with a smile.

It should be Han Mo who provided the designers with details about their relationship. On the ten wedding dresses in front of him, Qiao Ran can see memories of her and Han Mo.

Every design makes people like it. For a while, Qiao Ran really couldn't guess which one was designed by Jiang Zhilai.

If you can't see it, feel it.

Qiao Ran closed his eyes and started touching the wedding clothes. After a few minutes, he stopped in front of one of the wedding clothes, opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhilai.

"It's this set, right?"

Jiang Zhilai's eyes widened: "You can guess it with your eyes closed, aren't you too amazing?"

"Your design is on par with these well-known masters, making it impossible to tell the difference, but the material and touch of this dress are the most comfortable and special, so I boldly guess that this is your design, if I am not wrong , Did you weave this cloth yourself?"

Jiang Zhilai's expression was shocked again: "Qiao Ran, you are probably not a god who descended from the sky, you can even tell whether it is a machine weaver or a hand weaver."

No wonder her home was destroyed by Qiao Ran.

Before meeting Qiao Ran, she never thought that the grand plan that her grandfather and father had managed for so many years would be ruined in the hands of a little woman.

Although she was very sad about the destruction of her family, she didn't hate Qiao Ran.

Because she knew that it was what her family deserved.

Each of them had blood of innocent people on their hands.

"Whether you use your heart or not, as long as you experience it with your heart, you can feel it. I can feel your heart and seriousness in this dress."

"There are so many wedding dresses, which one do you want to choose?"

"Of course it's the wedding dress you made with such great care. From the first time I came into contact with the wedding dress you made, I wanted to wear the clothes you designed. This original intention can't be changed."

"Thank you, Qiao Ran, then you can choose another western-style wedding dress, and we'll go to set the makeup."

"it is good!"

There are ten sets of ancient wedding dresses and ten sets of wedding dresses, implying perfection.

Every dress is very beautiful, Qiao Ran likes ancient style weddings, and is not very interested in Western weddings, so she randomly chose a toast wedding dress after the salute, and then sat in front of the dressing table, letting a bunch of stylists surround her .

"Zhilai, I heard from Han Mo that there is a beautiful legend here, so many couples will get married here. You are a native of the Imperial City, you should know this legend, right? Tell me about it!" Qiao Ran looked at Jiang Zhilai in the mirror asked curiously.