The days passed like this, and there were still two days left before Luo Yan and Luo Bing got married. Under the arrangement of Ye Yanyao, a half-"etiquette master", the two changed out of the black power suits they usually wear and put on bright clothes.

Luo Yan looked at the pink clothes on his body helplessly, very helpless. "Miss, can I change it?"

Ye Yanyao shook her head, "No. She continued, "You don't know, it's so festive. ”

"Hey, hey, Bing, slow down." Seeing Luo Bing come out, Ye Yanyao hurried to help.

"Miss, my subordinates are fine." Luo Bing smiled, a woman who has become a mother is different, giving people a more affinity feeling.

"Look, Bing looks good in this dress! Pink!" Ye Yanya touched her belly.

"Yes, yes, my daughter-in-law looks good in anything." Luo Yan has a strong desire to survive.

"Yes, it looks good in anything. It looks better if you don't wear it!" Ye Yanyao opened the yellow cavity.

Recently, in order to give the two of them a perfect wedding, Ye Yanyao herself seems to have grown up in King Ling's Mansion.

Luo Bing's wedding, Ye Yanyao was all held in accordance with modern organizations. Even the wedding dress was designed by herself.

But since the ancients still couldn't accept the white wedding dress, she designed it with red retro lace.

"Why?" An Ling took a plate of pastries and put it down next to Ye Yanyao.

"Then, isn't this a wedding dress for Luo Bing and Luo Yan. It always almost feels like I'll change it again. Ye Yanyao took it in An Lingju's hand and teased it with a pastry.

An Ling decided to pick up Ye Yanyao's manuscript and looked at it.

"Yeon-yeon, you'll have so much to offer. I feel like there's a lot of stuff I didn't know you would. An Lingju sighed.

Ye Yanyao withdrew the manuscript in his hand, "That's nature. Let me tell you, if I hadn't been in the army, I would have been one of the world's top designers. Like Hubert de Givenchy or Louis Vuitton. Let me tell you that Givenchy is one of my favorite designers, especially his love story with Audrey Hepburn. ”

Ye Yanya unconsciously said too much, An Lingzhu looked at Ye Yanya's frightened expression and gave her a reassuring expression.

"It doesn't matter." An Ling touched her hair, "Although I didn't understand what you said. But I can feel what you're trying to say. ”

Ye Yanyao looked at An Lingju, and she smiled. Reach out and stroke his eyes, nose, mouth. "You............ Don't want to ask about me? ”

An Ling took Ye Yanyao's hand and kissed it on her lips.

"You are Ye Yanyao, not Ye Yanyao. I know, you're the one I like, and that's enough. ”

Ye Yanyao looked at him and nodded, "Okay." ”

"What kind of love story is Hepburn and Givenchy?" An Ling asked.

"It's a tragedy." Ye Yanyao leaned on An Lingju's arms, "Givenchy has accompanied Hepburn in many important moments in her life, she won the Oscar in the clothes he made, wore the wedding dress he made, and walked into the wedding hall in his eyes, but the person she married was not him."

When Hepburn was no longer in luxury, his pale hair was gray, his wrinkles were like a ravine, and he was still wearing the clothes he designed. In the end, Hepburn died, and it was Givenchy who supported her soul and accompanied her on the last journey of the world. Since then, his watch, his concern, his distant view, and his lovesickness have all turned into the name Audrey Hepburn. ”