My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Macedonia grinned at its round belly and smiled: "Ron, don't you care about it, although the Constantine family is decaying, there are still a lot of good wines."

"This is what I plan to keep. When I die in a few years, I drink before death," said the old man, Ron, crying.

Sauron said stiffly: "Just die if you die, don't spoil the wine."

"One-eyed red bird! This is not your wine, you and this fat man have to lose money!" Ron yelled without gentlemanly manner.

But where did these two things pay back, one looked far into the distance, one scratched his ears as if he didn't hear.

Yang Chen looked at the old man a little pitifully, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "Forget it, these two bottles are just for everyone to drink together today. I remember I have a few white wines from the Igan winery of 1811. You help me." Logistically, I definitely know where to put it, so go and drink it yourself. "

Ron said gratefully: "It's still the Pluto Pavilion, but that wine doesn't suit my taste. Can you change the other two Medusas from the Roman Conte?"

"Old fox! You care about it! Medusa has topped these two black pearls!" Macedonia yelled.

Yang Chen is also quite helpless, these guys are really like normal mobs.

But he didn't have a preference for fine wine, so he generously promised it to Ron.

Immediately following, as everyone sat down, Isabella, the fat cook, brought out the sumptuous Mediterranean seafood cooking he made, and Brewster, who was a helper, served wine to everyone obediently.

During the meal, several people chatted with Yang Chen and talked more in English, so as not to leave Lin Ruoxi and others cold.

It's just that I always hear some fighter models, nuclear warheads, nuclear submarines and other words, and I always feel a little creepy.

Halfway through the meal, Isabella patted the table and said, "Some of you old guys, talk to Miss Lin and your wife about these battles. Tomorrow is the wedding of Lord Pluto, so you can't say something interesting. What? "

For his father and grandfather, this fat girl is not at all polite.

Brewster on the side clapped quickly, "I agree with what my dear said."

Macedonia cursed his grandson with a "follower" hatelessly, but murmured not to refute Isabella. Obviously these people were eaten to death by fat girls.

Sauron grinned rarely, "Dear Bella, don't you think there is an appetite for talking about war?"

"That's you, old man", Isabella rolled her eyes.

With that said, the fat girl picked up a plate of yellow and white dishes from her front and sent them to Guo Xuehua and Wang Ma.

"Two ladies, you can try this, this is called BacalhauaBraz, it is a kind of Portuguese food, the main ingredient is cod, and then fried with eggs and vegetables, it should meet the taste of the Orientals", Isabella smiled Road.

Guo Xuehua and Ma Wang looked at each other, they did feel that the food here was a bit wrong, although the ingredients were excellent seafood, but they were really overwhelmed by the pure mouthful of seafood.

After accepting it with a smile, they all said a simple thank you to Isabella. After all, neither of them can speak English.

Isabella worked hard, and began to explain to Lin Ruoxi the names and ingredients of the dishes. Instead, she threw the men on the table aside.

In this way, eating a meal is also lively.

After the end, Ron gestured to Lin Ruoxi and went to a studio he set up next door.

Yang Chen was originally curious, and wanted to follow along, but was stopped by Guo Xuehua.

"Silly boy, it's not good to see that wedding dress now. Wait until tomorrow's wedding, and you will see it again, that makes sense," Guo Xuehua taught.

Yang Chen thinks that too, adding more mystery, the effect may be better, so he endured itching and sat at Ron ’s house drinking black tea and watching TV.

At the invitation of Isabella, Guo Xuehua and Wang Ma brought a young man on the island who can translate Chinese to the surrounding environment to visit.

For them, since this is Yang Chen's, that is their own. Of course, they should understand it well.

When the room was quiet, only Yang Chen, Macedonia and Sauron were left.

Drinking British Royal Tea, Yang Chen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Oh, Edward, what about them."

Sauron said: "Edward went to pick up Catherine and Jane and should be there at night."

"The London Olympics are still at a critical juncture these days. Catherine needs to attend many occasions, so she is busy and can only come late. After the wedding, she has to rush back to the Olympic closing ceremony," Macedonia explained.

Yang Chen remembered this, he didn't pay attention to what the Olympic Games are going on.

"Sovereign Hades, don't you plan to visit her?" Sauron hesitated and said, "After all, you are going to get married, just tomorrow."

Yang Chen's hand trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed intricately, with a deep complexion.

"It's a trip," Yang Chen nodded.

"Hey, Red Eagle, you have nothing to say about that thing, but you were happy," Macedonia said displeasedly.

"I just reminded in good faith, I think Lord Hades will also want to go", Sauron glanced at him disdainfully.

Yang Chen told the two to stop coaxing and laughed: "This is indeed the case. After I left here more than two years ago, I never came back to see her. She may be in another world and hate me for getting married here. If I do n’t say anything to her, I ’m also upset.

Fortunately, let me bury the past today and formally welcome a new life."

While the three men were talking about the sentimental topic, it was another scene in a red hut next door.

This is Ron's workroom on weekdays, and his role is naturally to design and display all his works.

All around the workshop, there were dazzling bohemian women's dresses, with a rich and luxurious atmosphere.

Ron was standing outside the fitting room at the moment, a little nervous, looking a little bit expectantly at the covered brown curtain.

And his two female assistants help Lin Ruoxi to put on the designed wedding dress.

After more than ten minutes, the two assistants finally came out, and then slowly opened the curtain

"hiss"

When Ron saw the woman coming out of the fitting room, he could not help but take a breath.

Immediately, after swallowing his throat, the old man drew a cross in front of him, as if feeling the favor of God.

Ron, who couldn't move his eyes, said with great admiration: "Miss Lin, you will be the most beautiful bride I have seen in most of my life. Haha, of course, I also have the credit for the wedding dress I designed.

Lin Ruoxi took a picture of himself in the mirror, clutching the skirt with his small hand, which was also unbelievable.

As if wearing this wedding dress, your entire temperament and manner will be sublimated from beginning to end.

"Thank you, Mr. Ron," Lin Ruoxi asked with a smile: "Does this wedding dress have its name?"

"Well, good question," Ron said with a smile: "This wedding dress, I named it Demeter, Demeter."

Lin Ruoxi wondered: "Some familiar, is this a personal name?"

"No, this is your 'mother'," Ron smiled in good faith: "Admiral Persephone, mother in mythology, is Demeter, the goddess of fertility.

I named the wedding dress with Demeter's name, which means that this wedding dress will care for you like a mother and walk towards the palace of marriage."

Lin Ruoxi suddenly realized it, meditating several times, and accepted it with pleasure.

At this time, Ron made two rounds around the woman, and exclaimed: "It looks really similar, especially in temperament. It looks exactly the same after putting on the wedding dress."

Although Ron spoke lightly, Lin Ruoxi could still hear it. The happy woman couldn't help but ask, "What's it like?"

Ron froze for a while, and said awkwardly: "Miss Lin, you also know that the only woman that Lord Pluto had been with has been Miss Seventeen.

Before, Sauron, Jane and Catherine said that you and Miss 17 are often very similar in temperament and appearance, and now it seems that I have to agree with them."

Hearing this, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but look unnaturally, and smiled unnaturally: "What a pity I haven't seen her."