Wedding day

Mu Chudi was woken up by Lin Meihua early in the morning. Because they are mainly engaged in traditional Chinese wedding, they have many ancient customs to follow.

She got up sleepily, and a large group of makeup artists were waiting in the hall. Because of the particularity of the wedding, they came here very early. They thought that such a rich family must have more demands. They had been used to waiting for the bride for a long time, but they didn't expect the housekeeper to arrange their breakfast and various services. They were shocked and full of gratitude, Make sure you do it perfectly today.

"Xuan Xuan, come here and wash your hair first."

Beside Lin Meihua stood a middle-aged woman who was quite senior. When she saw mu Chudi looking at her, she gave her a smile. She looked very kind.

Lin Meihua told me yesterday, but mu Chudi didn't think it would be so early.

The middle-aged woman arranged a young sister to wash mu Chudi's hair, which seemed to have some meaning of happy marriage.

After a round of instructions, mu Chudi sat in the dressing room making up while eating breakfast.

"Mrs. Huo, your skin is still so good when you get up so early. It's better than the day you proposed."

Makeup artists were the same group on the day of the proposal. Huo Xiao felt that they were professional and did make Mu Chu Di look very beautiful.

As expected, the mirror reflected Mu Chu Di's white and red skin without pores.

Sure enough, the skin is really better, thanks to Jun Lan and Lin Meihua. They take her to do nursing every day, saying that the wedding day must be the most beautiful moment in their life.

Now Mu Chu Di finally feels what is a group favorite. She hardly has to worry about the wedding. She is only responsible for Mei Mei.

During the makeup period, Mu Chu Di's phone rang several times, all of which were messages sent by Huo Xiao.

Because of the wedding rules, they must not meet before marriage.

The wechat sent by a president is too sweet and crooked. Mu Chudi blushes when he looks at it. He glances at the makeup artist from time to time, worried that the information content will be seen by them.

She quickly edited the text message to appease her.

"We'll see each other soon. We'll have another three hours."

After her mother's old customs and half of her make-up, she almost passed away in the early morning.

They will be able to meet soon.

Mu Chu Di information just sent in the past, Lin Meihua came in.

"Xuan Xuan, your friend is here."

This person, Lin Meihua, met at mu Chudi's wedding party, so she brought the person directly to the room.

Through the mirror, Mu Chu Di saw that the man was fanque.

He was wearing a more formal suit, and mu Chudi was a little surprised.

Didn't Van Gogh hate wearing this?

Fanque stared at mu Chudi and said with a smile, "I'm too early, am I?"

"She'd love to see you."

As soon as fanque's words fell, a small figure came out from behind him and wanted to rush over to hold Mu Chu di. After two steps, he stopped. The little girl's eyes were full of grievances and timidity. She said softly, "Mommy."

For a long time, I don't know if I can call mu Chudi mummy. After all, she is not mu Chudi's daughter.

Mu Chu Di quickly asked the make-up artist to stop. She turned around and looked at her tears for a long time. She opened her arms and said, "my dear baby, come on, let mommy hold you quickly."

During this period of time, it's hard for her to get a reply after looking for a long time. Every reply is very busy.

She thought she had been forgotten for a long time.