"From cutting to shaping to final sewing, every stitch and every stitch is done by the designer himself. It is not on the same level as the things on the market where designers draw pictures and let their apprentices make them." Sneijing Taking two steps with her slender legs, she walked up behind Gu Mengmeng and hugged her gently. She put her chin on the side of her face and whispered: "A designer of this level only has one piece of this kind of work every season. It’s all tailor-made for you.”
Gu Mengmeng twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Did you already know that there was going to be this media meeting, so you prepared for it?"
Sneib shook his head and said: "No, I'm just prepared. I can't let my woman be in a hurry when she wants to attend a banquet, right? Go, pick something you like, and I will match my clothes according to your choice."
"Shouldn't I cooperate with you?" Gu Mengmeng asked softly.
Sneixu shook his head, gently pecked Gu Mengmeng's little face, and said: "Fool, I have only one request for you: stay with me. As long as you cooperate with me on this point, everything else will , I will cooperate with you."
Gu Mengmeng's face turned slightly red, she lowered her head and said, "It's your choice, I'll listen to you... After all, I'm wearing it for you to see."
These words successfully pleased Sneib.
Sneixu pinched Gu Mengmeng's chin, turned her little mouth to his side, and kissed her from shallow to deep, lingering until Gu Mengmeng almost suffocated before he reluctantly let go of her.
Grinding his teeth, Snee gasped and said, "If you continue to tempt me like this, I will inform the media to cancel today's meeting and take you back to country F to get your marriage certificate first, and then publish it together." Got it."
Gu Mengmeng's old face turned red, because Sneibei had said countless times that he wanted to have the most perfect first night in the wedding room, so it was self-evident what this certificate meant.
"Forget it if you don't want to choose. I'll choose it myself." Gu Mengmeng was so embarrassed that she broke out of Sneibao's arms and chose a less exaggerated white dress from the seven dresses.
A high-waist bow with one shoulder, and a knee-length A-line skirt underneath. A few simple pleats pull the waistline very high, making the whole person look particularly good in proportion.
Youth is not artificial, pure and not pretentious. Gu Mengmeng feels that famous people are famous people. They seem simple but are not simple. Every detail reveals meticulous perfection. Maybe this is the so-called craftsman spirit
Sneijou has a strong sense of territoriality. He will not let staff go up to the second floor. The living room is his maximum tolerance limit.
So Gu Mengmeng's dress was put on by Sneibu himself.
He said he was helping her change, but in fact, he just helped Gu Mengmeng zipper up her back. Gu Mengmeng put it on herself in the bathroom.
"Does it look good?" Gu Mengmeng was a little embarrassed. After all, let alone wearing it in this life, she never thought that she would be able to wear such beautiful clothes one day.
Sneijian smiled and nodded, saying: "Of course my woman is beautiful."
"Ask about your skirt." Gu Mengmeng lowered her head shyly and said coquettishly.
Snee shook his shoulders and said, "How do I know whether a dress is beautiful or not? Anyway, whatever you wear, everything is beautiful."
Gu Mengmeng was speechless and said, "I'd better go downstairs and ask the makeup artists. They look more reliable than you."
Snee raised his eyebrows, so not only is the money more reliable than him, but the makeup artist is now more reliable than him? Didn't he pay for these makeup artists? Didn't he earn the money to hire the makeup artist? Gee, this woman is putting the cart before the horse.