Looking at the cleanly swept ground, Lan Guoer felt confused and a little unreal.
It was as if everything last night was just a dream! And she even wished it was just a dream!
This guy is really getting better and better at playing!
"Knock, knock, knock! Guo'er, my little ancestor, the sun is shining on your butt, and the wedding dress and suit have been delivered! Do you still want to stay in bed?"
Sister Fang's charming and seductive voice was heard outside the door.
“Here it comes, here it comes!”
Remembering that she had to try on a dress and makeup today, Lan Guoer casually grabbed her hair, got out of bed and ran to open the door.
Sister Fang was wearing a light pink cheongsam, leaning against the door frame with her curvaceous figure.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ They say women are like flowers, and they need someone to nurture them well! Look, look! This little face is so tender that you can squeeze out water! Did someone work hard last night?"
As she spoke, she glanced around the room, and seeing that there was no one else around, she smiled and nodded.
"That kid Xiao Tang is a well-behaved guy, and he slipped away really fast!"
Lan Guoer: “…”
Hey, big sister, can you be a little more reserved?! How can I respond to that?
Sister Fang was joking to herself, and then her eyes turned and she thought of something!
"Look at me! I almost forgot what I was doing!"
As she spoke, she opened her handbag, took out a brown paper bag and handed it to Lan Guoer.
"This is?"
Lan Guoer took it and asked Sister Fang to sit down in the living room.
"Young Master Zhou asked me to bring this to you this morning. He said it was a wedding gift for you and Xiao Tang."
"A wedding gift?"
Lan Guoer blinked and opened the bag curiously.
Sister Fang couldn't help but put her head closer.
She was also very curious about the gift that Young Master Zhou could give out.
"Wow! It's really a grand project! My lord, this is a mountain, a mountain!"
Lan Guoer was still in a daze, but Sister Fang was no longer calm!
Looking at the property documents in her hand, Lan Guoer was undoubtedly shocked.
She had heard about the battle among the various families in Gangcheng for Dawang Mountain on the second day she arrived in Gangcheng.
I thought it would take a lot of effort to get it.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Jingrui took it quietly and gave it to her as a wedding gift.
Undoubtedly, Zhou Jingrui's gift touched her heart.
"He really has a lot of heart!"
Lan Guoer stuffed the documents back into the paper bag and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "It's such a big gift, I don't know how to thank him!"
"Well! With Mr. Zhou's ability, this isn't a big deal!" Sister Fang smiled and waved her hands, jokingly saying,
"Like he always says, if it weren't for you, he'd probably still be limping on one leg, guarding the gate at the scrap yard!
Since he gave it to you, you should keep it with confidence! If he gets sick or in pain again, you can just give him a little needle and it will be even again! After all, is there anything more precious than life in this world? Don’t you think so?
Lan Guoer gave her a thumbs up and praised her, "Very insightful!"
But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, the ties between people are not something that can be cleared up by just sending them back and forth...
Ji Luolan is worthy of being the royal designer for the nobility.
Lan Guoer stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in her wedding dress, and was shocked by her appearance.
The overall cut of the wedding dress perfectly outlines the curves of her upper body. The simple one-shoulder design perfectly shows her delicate collarbone and complements her fair skin, making her look sexy yet noble and elegant.
The skirt has a train design, and each layer of the skirt is as light as a cloud, stretching for several meters in layers, making her look like a fairy walking out of the clouds.
"Oh my god! How many lifetimes of good fortune did that brat Tang Zhan have to have to marry a monster like you!"
Sister Fang’s eyes were wide open!
Unable to find the right words to describe it, she even used words like "monster".
Lan Guoer spun around holding the hem of her skirt, and she was quite satisfied with her outfit.
After all, what woman hadn't fantasized about her wedding as a child? Right now, she seemed to be reunited with her fantasized self, waiting only for tomorrow to make a vow of eternal love with that man in front of everyone.
"By the way, what are the rules for getting married in Hong Kong? Besides waiting for the groom to pick her up, what else does the bride need to prepare?"
Originally thinking that she was just cooperating with the man in a play, Lan Guoer didn't think too much about it.
It was not until this moment that she truly felt like she was going to be a bride, and she couldn't help but take this wedding seriously.
"As for you, just look beautiful and wait to be your bride! As for the rest, your man and Mr. Zhou have already started preparing for it a few days ago."
Worried that she would be caught off guard tomorrow, Sister Fang counted on her fingers and said, "People like the hairdresser, bridesmaids, and dowry team will all be here by tomorrow morning!
Once your makeup is done, just wait for your husband to pick you up! As for the wedding rules, there are experienced hosts who will guide you and will not let you, the bride, embarrass yourself."
"dowry?!"
Lan Guoer flickered her long eyelashes, and grasped the key point from her long string of words.
This was something she hadn't thought of beforehand.
Speaking of dowry, there are many items in her space that can hold up the place, and the Third Master has given her a lot before, but she can't just conjure them out of thin air!
"Normally the bride has to prepare a dowry," said Sister Fang.
"However, your situation isn't special, so there's no need to be too particular. The man's preparations are the same! I see Xiao Tang has been quite busy lately! He even decorated your new home himself."
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