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Yan Ning held books and photo albums in her arms and read them attentively. The coffee on the table hardly moved. In front of her, Steven was eating a sandwich while turning over the color printing brochure sent by the wedding company.
"What is the best choice for guests to wear flowers?"
"hmm."
"I like tiger orchid. Are the cups at the banquet Italian or French? "
"yes."
"Italy, what size and color are the invitations?"
"Whatever."
"This is good, don't you think?" He handed me the picture book and spread it out on the table.
"Listen to you." I'd rather talk than look up.
"There is a movie tonight. Let's go and have a look. "
"ok."
Steven smiled and said nothing. Ning Yanhuai suddenly looked away from the addicted page: "Not tonight. The headquarters meeting is the painting and calligraphy exhibition of the Southern and Northern Dynasties I told you about. Cultural relics will arrive the day after tomorrow, and experts will leave for England tomorrow morning. I must make sure that everything is foolproof. "
"Claire, why do I feel like I'm the only one getting married?"
"I'm not ..."
Steven fondly rubbed her short hair and smiled: "I know, you are a workaholic."
Fine snow is falling, and you forgive as snow.
In front of the opera house, the appointment arrived early. She waited in the car for a while, looked at her watch and decided to go to a nearby cafe for a hot drink.
It's warm in the shop. She ordered a cup of hot cocoa on the bar, and a picture was reflected in the mirror opposite. ...