Frankly speaking, for this mother and son, Jia Meng has no desire to sleep with them.
But if he had to choose one of the two, Jia Meng would still choose Tang Xiaojian without hesitation.
Although he speaks very loudly and occasionally loses his temper, he treats her well most of the time, especially the faint smell of aquatic plants on his body, and sometimes even plays a hypnotic effect.
And Tang Xiaowan, the future mother-in-law, Jia Meng always thinks that she is like a sugar-coated cannonball. The more passionate she is, the more uncomfortable she is. Her heavy makeup is like a pale painted skin, as long as she imagines it will be uncovered one day. It will feel creepy.
Tang Xiaojian was taken aback for a moment, gritted his teeth, showing an unhappy expression.
He remembered that just this morning, he had just disrupted his supposed joy at dawn because of his mother's high midnight phone call, and it was really unbearable to think that he would have to suffer this bloody body at night.
Jia Meng looked at Tang Xiaojian, showed aggrieved eyes, and shook his head repeatedly at him, suggesting that he rejected this unreasonable arrangement. She thought that as a fiancé, he would definitely help her if he was sensible and reasonable.
"Yes, my mother." However, Tang Xiaojian did not respond to Jia Meng's eyes. He pretended to readily agree to this strange request.
"Mengmeng, my intimate little padded jacket, today you guys will finish taking the wedding photos. I look forward to coming back at night to open our bestie's private room night talk!" Tang Xiaowan said in a whisper that is not suitable for her age. New Bayi Chinese website debut
Why is no one asking me if I want to? If I say I don’t want to, what can I change? Jia Meng only felt her eyes dry and she secreted tears. She didn't know whether it was caused by the lack of sleep last night because of the dream, or she felt sad because of her incompetence.
This beautiful and dreamy villa became like a cage, making Jia Meng breathless.
She stood in front of the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the welcoming pine on the mountain, like a fairy dressed in a disguise, imagining that before night fell, he would fly over the wall and come to her and take her away. Up.
"Dingdong~Dingdong~" The door bell rang. "President Tang, the two newcomers can now start to change their clothes and make-up, and are ready to shoot." Then came the voice of Qingyan.
Jia Meng strode to the door and opened the door as if he was waking up in a dream, and broke out, looking like he had just experienced strenuous exercise, panting and speechless.
Qingyan, who was standing at the door, looked at her a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say.
"Okay, take them away, trouble you!" Tang Xiaowan didn't come out, but lay on her white legs with her legs up, shouting loudly at the door.
"Yes, Mr. Tang." Qingyan respectfully respects.
Tang Xiaojian put his hand on Jia Meng's shoulder from behind, squeezed hard, as if conveying some message.
Jia Meng strode away, shook his hand, and sneered in his heart: "Hehe, between mother and daughter-in-law, who always chooses mother, what can she have to communicate with?"
Qingyan leads them through a long corridor. Every fifty steps or so, there will be a pair of colorful murals on the walls of the corridor. The protagonist of each painting is the beast and spiritual object in ancient mythology, Jia Meng Her attention was attracted again, but she no longer uttered uninteresting sighs.
At the end of the corridor, Jia Meng had to stop for the last fresco, and for a while, he was stunned. It was a dragon with colorful wings, a blue-purple body, sharp claws, and long golden beards, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers.
Huh? Isn't this the winged fantasy dragon in "Illusion"? Just last night, it still appeared in her dream.
Jia Meng stood in front of him, gently touching its tentacles with both hands, only felt that his eyes were black, and his body trembled. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was already riding on this peerless riding pet, in mid-air. fly.
She looked down at Weiran Mountain Villa, as if she was on an escape. Tang Xiaowan and Tang Xiaojian were looking for her everywhere. She laughed and called them by their names, and grimaced at them with her tongue out.
"Miss Jia, the staff are waiting for you, let's go over now!"
"Mengmeng, let's go take a wedding photo first, and then come back to see it after taking it."
Jia Meng only felt that he fell to the ground suddenly, and the voices of Qingyan and Tang Xiaojian came from his ears. Only then did she know that she had fallen into conjecture again, shook her head vigorously, and said in a panic: "I'm very sorry, I'm lost."
The corner of the promenade is the studio. The spacious space seems to be able to accommodate the next crew, with a built-in dressing room and powder room.
The bright light makes people unable to open their eyes, as if to remind you that you must cooperate with the shooting properly, otherwise any improper actions or expressions will be seen in full view.
Without waiting for Qingyan's introduction, the stylist and makeup artist saw Jia Meng and Tang Xiaojian like hunters who had been hungry for a long time seeing their prey.
Jia Meng was pulled to the cloakroom by the stylist and sat down on a French carved chair. The surrounding walls were mirrored.
She raised her head to see a pure white wedding dress with pearly luster, and the oversized fluffy skirt, covering her eyes like a white mist in the night.
The heart-shaped hollow neckline design is a soft meniscus in the night, the crystal clear diamond inlays are like the stars in the night sky scattered on it, and the light tassel cuffs seem to pass by a meteor shower.
gorgeous. Elegant. Grace. noble. luxurious. All the words that Jia Meng could think of came to mind instantly. Isn't this just the dream wedding dress she dreams of
If you put on such a wedding dress, hold the hands of those you love, and walk into the palace of marriage together under the witness of relatives and friends, then it must be the most extravagant wish hidden in the heart of every girl.
But now, this wedding dress is in front of her. According to Tang Xiaowan's scheduling plan, she will soon be able to go through all the processes and realize this dream.
Qingyan walked over at this time and said: "Miss Jia, your wedding dress is tailor-made for you. It is hand-made inlay and rendering, which has condensed the efforts of many producers. The main designer is an Australian Although he has never met you, he threatened to believe that you will like this wedding dress.
"Although we are all surprised by his inexplicable self-confidence, we all admired his design talent when the real objects were hung in front of our eyes. Tsk tsk, I heard that he is still very young, really young and promising!" Qing Yan paused. , Continue to add.
Jia Meng has almost no interest in knowing the designer of the wedding dress. She did not respond to the introduction of the stylist. She just felt that the dreamy wedding dress like a mythical princess could not be separated from her eyes. It seemed to exude a magical power and firmly attracted Jia. Dream all the attention.
At this moment, she temporarily forgot the annoying Tang Xiaowan, the cowardly Tang Xiaojian, and the upcoming wedding photo shoot. She just wanted to, can't wait to put on the wedding dress and be the most beautiful bride in her dreams.