He Wan'er was excited, and he seemed to be a little sober, and he saw clearly that the main road in front of him was the inner ring, and he was about to blurt out the words of inquiry, but he held back stiffly.

After a few seconds, she deliberately raised her eyebrows: "I won't ask, suffocate you." ”

Mo Chunshan replied quickly, almost without thinking: "I'm sorry, the fortune teller said that I only have a big hurdle when I am one hundred and twenty years old, and ordinary people can neither be angry nor suffocate me." ”

"One hundred and twenty years old?" He Wan'er said twice, "Isn't it what happened to your piece of land?" ”

Mo Chunshan's face changed, Cai Jia couldn't help laughing in the back seat, and immediately held back his fear that Mo Chunshan would be embarrassed.

joked that Big Mo's retribution came quickly, and He Wan'er was shocked half an hour later that Mo Chunshan had brought her to discuss the wedding ceremony.

was received by the company manager as a VIP, listening to his left Mrs. Mo and Mrs. Mo calling crisp and attentive, seeing him laugh so much that his mouth was about to crack to the back of his head, and he almost regarded Yuan Yuan as their child, He Guaner was really uncomfortable, and silently scolded this manager in his heart.

How can a little fairy like she has a child? It's really worse than Meng Qianyang deliberately calling her eldest sister!

Mo Chunshan's face did not change, until the manager went out to call a few designers to come in to compare the plan, and then he said to her: "Do you want to hold back? Do you want to take a little breath and then continue to do your business? ”

He Guan'er thought that he was rare and considerate when he heard the first half of the sentence, and knew that when he saw the narrow smile in his eyes, he remembered the stalk of being one hundred and twenty years old, and also understood that the career in his mouth was directed at the matter of "hanging".

As soon as she wanted to talk back, the manager of the big mouth brought three designers in, so she didn't hold her breath, but now she was really suffocated.

Fortunately, this serious matter, which is not serious, quickly diverted He Wan'er's attention.

The three designers took out three sets of design plans and put them on the table, made a PPT projection, and then each designer stated the characteristics and highlights of his own plan.

He Wan'er was dumbfounded when she heard this, and only then did she know that the wedding could still be played like this, she was almost the same as fate, and from time to time she let out a "wow" exclamation, and her eyes were bright.

Even worshipping heaven and earth can make a variety of different genre tricks, she feels that this time is purely eye-opening.

The three sets of plans are explained in exactly 45 minutes, which will be the time of one class. He Guaner thought about the three sets of plans just now, and found that except for the common point that there was no kissing link, the styles were really different.

In short, one follows the ancient law, one set of Chinese and Western styles highlights the romance, and one set of local characteristics is witty and interesting, and different styles have different effects, depending on which set the boss likes.

It just so happens that the temperament and age of the three designers are also very consistent with the plans they gave, they are in their forties, their thirties and early twenties, which seem to represent the different understandings of the old, middle and young generations of wedding plans, and as far as the plans are concerned, it is difficult to distinguish them for a while.

When Caijia and the manager signaled to let the designer go out, leaving the three of them to discuss which one to choose, the old, middle and young people were a little nervous on their faces.

The manager obediently took Yuan Yuan out of the conference room, and He Guaner silently slandered what kind of competition he had to make for a fake marriage, and when Mo Chunshan was really married, wouldn't it be open to the major wedding companies.

After clearing the venue, Mo Chunshan first asked He Guan'er: "Which one do you think is feasible?"

He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "Of course, it is the local characteristic, you think, the whole Gyeongju dialect hosts, the ceremony is novel and interesting and not dull, and it will not make the guests cry, I will choose this set if it is me, and the designer also explains it perfectly, which is much better than the other two." ”

She still remembers that she was impressed by the almost flawless local scheme, and the other two schemes could see some unsatisfactory points.

Mo Chunshan was noncommittal, turned his head and asked Caijia: "What about you?"

"The second set," Caijia is very direct, "the designer is also a little more experienced, and he immediately corrected the few small problems I picked out in the plan just now, and the degree of cooperation is very high." ”

Mo Chunshan nodded: "Okay, then this set." ”

He Guan'er didn't care about his opinion being ignored, and his eyes were full of question marks: "Why is it good to revise it? What is the reason?"

The two looked at each other, then smiled, as if they both understood the mystery, but they didn't tell her the mystery.

He Wan'er was anxious: "Tell me quickly, what kind of dumb riddle are you playing?"

Mo Chunshan ignored her at all, stood up and instructed Caijia: "I'll go back to the company first, you take care of them, the company's car and driver are already on their way here." ”

was classified into the same level as Yuanyuan, He Guaner was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and couldn't help but compare his fists at his back, but Caijia grabbed his arm: "It's just right, I have something to tell you." ”

There is no need to deal with Mo Chunshan, Caijia can take "them" to enjoy an afternoon of leisure time, and this time her choice is still the top afternoon tea set of a well-known hotel.

When He Wan'er finished eating a sea salt cheese red velvet cake, Cai Jia didn't move a bite of dessert and told her something about the wedding.

He Wan'er was not so comfortable listening to it, but he had to listen because it was about Mo Chunshan's request about her mother's attendance at the wedding.

According to Caijia, Lu Yunhui promised to appear at the ceremony on the wedding day, and would cooperate with the whole process.

He Wan'er listened to it and didn't say a word, and didn't ask Lu Yunhui when she agreed.

She only knew that as long as it was about He Yixiao's future, her mother would definitely compromise and do her best.

As a woman, Lu Yunhui probably belongs to the category of indisputable, scheming and arrogant, very unlikable, and not successful in this life.

But as a mother, she has always known when she should be soft and when she should be hard.

He Wan'er had long been used to it, and there was no excessive unwillingness at this time, but this matter was solved by Mo Chunshan and asked Cai Jia to tell her that it was still a little embarrassing.

All in all, she never wanted him to see her embarrassment and bad side, and if she could avoid it, she was already doing her best to avoid it, and she didn't want to owe him too much.

"Why didn't he tell me himself?" He Wan'er lowered his head, and only after finishing his words did he realize the trace of grievance in his voice.

"He'll say, just in other ways," Caijia said, simply spoiling a little in advance, "I guess, Mr. Mo will definitely make a request that is not so difficult to do, so that you can immediately divert your attention from this matter, and this is all done by me, Mr. Mo almost didn't interfere, only made a request." ”

Cai Jia paused and sighed lightly: "Speaking of which, Mr. Mo actually cares a lot about your thoughts, but you know his-"

When she said this, she spread her hands helplessly: "I don't like to say good things, sometimes I just deliberately anger you." ”

Caijia has always been empathetic, and a few simple words made He Guan'er feel a lot more comfortable, and the thorn in his heart quietly melted away.