President's fake girlfriend

Chapter 455

Le Yutong thought about his words when she lowered her head to fasten her seat belt.

The car stopped in front of a wedding dress shop, which looked not foreign at all, but also a little antique.

Mu Jifei glanced at Le Yutong's puzzled face when he backed his car into the parking space, and took the initiative to explain, "you are Mrs. mu, not only my wife, but also the first lady of Pakistan, so the wedding dress you wear can only be designed by Pakistan's own designer."

"..." Le Yutong choked.

She really didn't expect to have the title of first lady of Pakistan on her head.

How heavy!

"The wedding dress was personally made by the Mu Da team of Pakistan's first clothing company and designed by Lu Yu, the first wedding dress designer of Pakistan. This is the wedding dress head office of Mu Da clothing company in Dongdu. First, see if you are satisfied. If you are dissatisfied, let someone revise it later."

It turned out that this was a store under the shogunate group.

Le Yutong listened to his words and gave a dull "Oh".

Mu Jifei got out of the car, opened the door for her gentlemanly and led her in. The store manager and the clerk had greeted her at the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. mu -" the store manager smiled, "the wedding dress is ready. Please come in."

There aren't many people in the store, but they all stand neat and respectful. At a glance, they know that they are all employees in the store.

As soon as they entered, they received all the attention and welcome.

Le Yutong really feels not used to it.

Her hand was held by mu Jifei's warm palm. He seemed to be used to such a grand welcome from others. Both his expression and pace were so light.

Le Yutong was led by him, just like the inspection work, his eyes casually and lazily passed through the glass window, and there were all kinds of wedding dresses, simple and complex, classical, modern, low-key and luxurious.

The line of sight finally fell on a wedding dress around the corner.

It turns out that there is more than one style of wedding dress. I have prepared so many styles!

Almost at a glance, she recognized the wedding dress that quietly appeared in her vision in the most corner.

That one, so familiar.

She remembered that when she was a child, she was fascinated in front of a wedding dress shop. Brother Xiaofei couldn't pull her away.

It's that one... What she remembers

Although the cloth she saw as a child was not so good and the style was not so exquisite, the overall appearance was not what she had seen.

The skeleton is like that, the style is like that, but the details have been modified and some other elements that look to complement each other.

In short, compared with the wedding dress she saw before, it looks more exquisite and perfect.

I saw the wedding dress in front of me——

The skirt is very open and close to the A-shape. The carefully designed and matched flowers spread on the layers of soft yarn, which is full of romance, but the overall effect will not be too complicated.

Elegant maiden heart, flower wedding series.

Le Yutong couldn't help walking over, reached out and landed on the transparent glass cover.

The clerk nearby quickly smiled and said respectfully and politely, "Mu Tai, we'll take it out for you right away."

Le Yutong's body was suddenly hugged from behind. The breath belonging to a man was shrouded and filled with her breath. A soft voice sounded in her ear: "do you like it?"

Le Yutong moved his lips and looked up at his close face, "where did you find this..."

Mu Jifei raised his hand and pointed to his head: "memory."

Memory?

Does he remember her preferences when she was a child?

A little emotion rushed to the top of her heart. She suddenly felt that her nose was a little sour.

"Like it or not?" He is still struggling with the problem.

She bit her lip, nodded and said, "it's my favorite style... It's OK."

"It's OK" was just an expression of her reserve, but mu Jifei frowned.

Her lips could not help bending. "However, Lu Yu is really a master. Her wedding dress is much more beautiful than that when she was a child."

Hearing this, mu Jifei frowned and almost killed mosquitoes.

"Oh ~" he suddenly hugged Le Yutong and sneered, "sorry, Mrs. mu, the wedding dress you see is my design draft."

Le Yutong was stunned and looked up at her, "did you draw it?"

Mu Jifei glanced at her and replied, "well, it's just a hobby."

He said this with a serious appearance, but le Yutong caught a trace of pride in his eyes.

The clerk took out the wedding dress carefully and said with a smile, "Mrs. mu, you can try it."

"Oh, good."

Le Yutong stretched out his hand to pick it up, held it in his arms and whispered to Mu Jifei, "then wait a minute."

Mu Jifei's deep eyes fell on her, "HMM."

The dressing room was very big. With the help of two saleswomen, Le Yutong spent a lot of effort to wear the wedding dress that looked easy to wear, but it was actually very troublesome to wear.

She lifted her long hair and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt vaguely in a dream

However, the orange light is very soft, which really has a dreamy feeling.

She slowly combed her long straight hair with her fingers, and recalled little by little how her small nose and face pasted on the window glass of the wedding dress shop when she was a child

The upper part of the wedding dress is a bra style, and the exquisite clavicle is perfectly displayed. The white ups and downs are looming, and the waist reflects the slender curve belonging to women alone.

Below is a beautiful skirt with flowers, which fell to the ground. Although it was not very long, it was still dragged for half a meter.

Safe fit, no modification at all.

Le Yutong's eyes looked at herself in the mirror without blinking.

How beautiful!

Is the beautiful bride in the mirror really herself?

Although she has two children, it's her first time to wear a wedding dress.

Her slender fingers couldn't help falling on the mirror. She hung her head and looked at the beautiful bride in the mirror carefully and greedily. The collision between shallow nails and the mirror made a soft sound.

Mu Jifei was sitting on the antique wooden sofa outside the fitting room with her legs folded. When she came out, she turned over a magazine intentionally or unintentionally and sat there carelessly.

Until he raised his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist, he found that fifteen minutes had passed. He looked at the door that was still closed, frowned, and stood up.

He strode to the fitting room, ready to go in and have a look.

He raised his hand and clasped the door. He whispered, "Yutong."

There was no response in silence.

Mu Jifei frowned. After waiting for a few seconds, he opened his mouth and called for the second sound. His voice had sunk several degrees, "Yutong?"

After three seconds of silence, there came a woman's voice, "wait a minute."

It didn't sound strange. Mu Jifei's black eyes flashed a long and narrow dark light, "Yutong, open the door."