Huo Jingchen was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Because, I pushed you too hard." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing was a little distracted.

Is it just because of that?

But think about his temperament in the dream, I don't know how much worse it is now.

*

The next day, at noon.

Huo Jingchen directly picked up Zhao Siqing from the studio, and Zhao Siqing didn't come back to his senses until he got in the car.

"Isn't it too early to look at the wedding dress?" Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at the man with a normal face, and couldn't help but speak.

"Not early. It takes nearly a month for the designer to design the drawings, and then it can be as fast as three months and as slow as one or two years. Huo Jingchen looked at the documents in his hand and spoke.

Hearing that the fast is three months, and the slow is one or two years, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It scared her to death......

Isn't it so scary to think about it?

She thought that she was engaged according to Huo Jingchen's temperament, or she would have to prepare for the certificate and wedding in a few months.

In this way, if it takes another year or two, she doesn't have to be so nervous.

After all, in a year or two, who can say for sure.

At this time, Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, and Huo Jingchen spoke again: "Don't worry, I hired three designers, plus their assistants, the time can be shortened by at least three to six times." ”

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at him: ???

She wasn't worried... I really didn't worry at all.

Zhao Siqing's little face tightened a little more, and silently calculated that it would be shortened by three to six times, the slowest and the slowest and the slowest ... Eight months is also enough.

Zhao Siqing's throat was a little tight, and he turned his head to look out the window and didn't speak.

It wasn't until half an hour later that I met a famous wedding dress designer in the lobby of the hotel, the other party was a mixed-race woman of about forty years old, half Chinese blood, and had a good temperament.

"Mr. Huo, hello." The designer was quite enthusiastic, and a touch of frenzy flashed in his eyes after seeing Huo Jingchen and Zhao Siqing.

"Hello." Huo Jingchen spoke in a deep voice, and before he could open his mouth, the woman's eyes fell on Zhao Siqing on the side, and said enthusiastically: "This must be your fiancée." ”

The woman's gaze was too straightforward, Zhao Siqing couldn't resist it, and greeted her after her ears were slightly red.

"What type of wedding dress does Miss Zhao like? Simpler and purer? Or is it more luxurious? Or retro? Fairy wind? Slim sexy ......"

After a few people sat down, the designer got straight to the point.

Zhao Siqing licked her lips gently, her mind was a mess of paste, and she had the feeling of being chased to the shelves.

She turned her head to look at Huo Jingchen, who knew that the old god of the man was looking at the tablet in his hand, as if he was browsing some information.

Zhao Siqing retracted his gaze: "I ......"

The designer raised an eyebrow, looked directly at her with big eyes, and encouraged her to continue.

"I think... It's better to be a little more luxurious. Zhao Siqing spoke slowly.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's simple or complicated, she thinks it's better to make it for a longer time.

The designer nodded and quickly wrote it down in his notebook.

"What about the style? Do you prefer a slim fit or a big skirt ......"

Zhao Siqing thought about it carefully, but it was always difficult to focus on the style of the wedding dress, but couldn't help but think about looking at this posture, Huo Jingchen really didn't give her room to refuse.

"Let's slim down." Zhao Siqing spoke softly.

The big tail and big skirt or something will probably be too heavy.