Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

I sat in front of the mirror for two hours.

Looking at the slowly forming makeup in the mirror, Lu Yao was once in a trance.

"You look more and more nervous. What's wrong with you?" The blue eyed makeup artist frowned anxiously when she saw her chest rise and fall more and more obvious when she was taking care of her hair.

Lu Yao takes back her sight from the mirror and smiles awkwardly, "it's OK."

He said it was ok, but his face didn't look like it was OK.

"Let's take a five minute break. You can go to the bathroom and have a drink."

The makeup artist put down the curling stick in his hand, turned his head and whispered to his assistant. Soon, the man brought a cup of warm water and handed it to Lu Yao.

"Thank you." She got up with a glass of water and opened the door of the dressing room.

Outside, Zheng Yun and Zhou Linlin are sitting side by side on the wooden bench of the church. They are talking about something. When they see Lu Yao coming, their eyes rise one after another, and their eyes inevitably catch a few surprises.

In the end, it was Zhou Linlin covering her mouth with envy on her face, "Oh, my God, it's so beautiful."

Lu Yao is not comfortable with the two people, holding a water cup while drinking water and pretending not to hear the same walk away.

When she reached the exit of the church, she leaned against the door and took out her mobile phone from her pocket. After thinking about it, she still called Shao Yunchen.

It's just that the phone rings until it hangs up naturally, and no one answers.

After the mobile phone screen went out, she took advantage of the reflection of the screen to see her own fuzzy face in the mirror, and a vague emotion came to her mind.

After a long time, she opened the screen again, deleted and subtracted. Finally, she sent a sentence to him and asked him, "is it a meeting?"

Before waiting to reply, the blue eyed makeup artist found her again and reminded her with a smile: "it's time to continue. There's about an hour left behind."

An hour later, she was led from the dressing room to the dressing room next door.

There are two sets of white wedding dresses in the dressing room.

Lu Yao is very surprised that the company's celebration and marketing activities should be so careful. Especially after seeing the two sets of wedding dresses in front of her, she can't help but point to them

She didn't know how to evaluate her ability to show her own meaning without being rude. She finally laughed and added, "they are dazzling."

Standing in the dressing room was a gray short hair, wearing a casual suit, dressed in a very neutral Asian face. Lu Yao commented in English, but she chuckled and responded in Chinese: "of course, they are all exclusive designs. They are on display for the first time today. I hope you will like it."

Lu Yao was attracted by the other party's magnetic voice. When she looked at her side, she saw her arms around her chest and looked at her with a smile.

She frowned a little and said politely, "of course, I like it."

At this time, Zhou Linlin knocked on the door from the outside, and then came in with Zheng Yun. When they saw the wedding dress in front of them, they were also dumbfounded.

Take a look at Lu Yao, then look at the proud face of the designer, Zheng Yun eyes bright, whispered: "which suit to wear?"

The designer raised his chin towards Lu Yao and shrugged with a indifferent attitude, "you decide for yourself."

"This one." Lu Yao stretched out her fingers and went to the long tail swing, which looked more simple. When she took the clothes from the assistant's hand, her eyes were still light from the designer's face. "I'm a little fatter now, and this one may not be able to wear."

"No, don't worry." The designer hooked her thin lip and said, "yesterday I had..."

At this point, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong. In Zhou Linlin's busy cough, she suddenly stopped talking, and pulled up the curtain beside her impatiently, "you can change it first, and then if you don't fit it."

Lu Yao is holding that group of soft plain yarn white skirt, the eyes are stunned.

Outside the curtain at the moment, Zhou Linlin is coughing red, patting her chest in fear, and at the same time, she stares at the designer who doesn't stray.

Not long after coming here, the curtain was opened again. Lu Yao changed her clothes and looked at the three people with a smile. "It's just right."

"Cough..." The designer coughed twice again, took a piece of headdress from the side, and walked to Lu Yao's back to put it on for her.

Then just light spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, "good, finished."

At this moment, Lu Yao has become a real bride.

Out of the dressing room, a group of staff waiting outside the door were stunned, one by one stunned. The blue eyed makeup artist couldn't help but embrace her, with envy in his mouth, "you are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

Lu Yao put on a calm smile. She was surrounded by the crowd and left the church. When she was led to a larger church nearby, she was still checking her mobile phone communication messages from time to time.

Nearly two hours later, Shao Yunchen only replied to her one word, "well."There was a white carpet in front of the cathedral. After Lu Yao stepped on the carpet, all the people around her withdrew to one side. She looked up for a moment, and suddenly responded, "it seems that..."

She wanted to find Zhou Linlin to confirm whether this was the church she had seen in the photo the night before. However, when she turned around, she found that people had already taken the lead to walk to the closed church door.

Flash crackled, wedding symphony music should be with the continuous sound of the shutter, together with her ears. Lu Yao managed to breathe steadily. When she lifted her feet and walked along the carpet toward the church gate, her head was already in a trance, unable to tell the truth from the false.

Finally, she stopped in front of the door and looked down at her foot, which was about to take the last step. "Sorry, I don't think I can do it."

She turned her head and looked apologetically at the priests and hosts who had followed her all the way. "I'm really sorry, I can't hold my husband's wedding on my back. I don't want him to be absent from my wedding."

She thought she could, but she didn't realize until the moment before she stepped into the door that her mood was unprecedented low in this lively and jubilant atmosphere.

She miss Shao Yunchen, at this moment, incomparable miss.

Next to the host heard her say so, a white face instantly red, tearing voice urged, "go in, you go first to talk about..."

Lu Yao shook her head. "Sorry, I can't go in."

She bowed very sincerely, and then she made a gesture to lift her feet away.

But the quick witted man still grabbed her and tried to explain something again. Finally, he found it difficult to organize the language. He could only look for help from Zhou Linlin and Zheng Yun standing next to her.

At this time, Zhou Linlin just hung up the phone in her hand, and then she advised, "Yao'er, go ahead and have a look. It's all here. Now that you say you're going, it's not a good ending, right?"

Lu Yao's deep eyes seem to be thinking. Before giving a specific reply, the mobile phone in her hand suddenly rings again.

She opened the screen and saw that the remark was Shao Yunchen. After calming down her mood for a long time, she reached out and picked it up

"Yao Yao, let's get married."

There is a man's voice cold, but so cold a word, let the woman's tears fall instantly.

Then, the front door was opened slowly, and the man's tall body stood behind the door.

He held a bunch of flowers in his other hand, and looked at her with a smile.

When the woman's tears washed away for several rounds, he repeated, "let's get married."

This time, without hesitation, she ran to the man with her skirt. She hugged him and whispered like a child, "I know, I know..."