The moment Jing Yichen turned around, their eyes met, and sparks flew.
Ruan Mengmeng's beautiful, crystal-like almond-shaped eyes trembled deeply, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue were stuck in her throat.
“……”
The pure white wedding dress was right beside the devilishly handsome man.
She knew what she should say, but she suddenly didn't know what to say.
Some people were too precious, but some feelings were destined to be let down.
At that moment, ruan Mengmeng could clearly feel brother Jing's feelings.
As long as one loved deeply and their heart was moved, they would be able to empathize.
Why did that wedding dress appear there? why did it turn from a sketch into the real thing? why did this man make it himself at this time?
She was very clear about what it carried.
"Brother, what are you doing? "You almost scared me to death, Yingluo," fortunately, at this time, the carefree and unenlightened fatty Jing suddenly spoke.
