Chapter 85 I'll be fine soon (please follow up)
Although several people slipped into the room through the back door and were very careful, the hardwood floor still made a "creak" sound.
The sound of them opening the door and timidly urging each other made the people communicating in the living room look at each other.
JCE shook his head helplessly and looked at his thin old friend Anna, "It seems that you scared the little guys."
"Yes, this is the most interesting thing." Anna Wintour picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a half-smile in her narrowed eyes.
She was used to being scared.
She has a bad temper, a cold personality, only smiles because she is in love, and excessive pursuit of perfection. She has long been accustomed to not caring what others think of her.
Some people are afraid of her, some love her; some hate her, some support her; some despise her, and some appreciate her.
No one will please everyone, so why not be yourself?
As for what they do and think, it has nothing to do with them.
"Do you want some red wine?" JCE asked.
"Whatever," Anna's face was expressionless and her tone was very flat.
"Then red wine," JCE shook his head and said, "I'll choose a bottle that you will definitely like."
"Oh, really?" Anna looked at it Eye friend, "I'm looking forward to it."
Upstairs, cloakroom.
In front of the mirror, Liu Qianxi was combing her hair to make it look smoother.
Laura brought the cosmetic bag, and while looking for mascara and lipstick in it, she told Liu Qianqian in English what she needed to pay attention to later.
To put it simply, speak less or not at all.
All you need to do is leave a good impression on the other party.
Liu Qianqian nodded understandingly. She had watched "The Devil Wears Prada" released in 2006 many times, so she naturally knew what kind of temperament the person sitting downstairs had.
But she didn't feel nervous at all.
Almost from the moment she got off the car, she had been holding Xiang Yang's hand. The second before she was interrupted by Little John in the car, she could feel the emotion conveyed in Xiang Yang's deep eyes.
The warmth coming from her fingertips made her feel that the previous tension began to disappear, turning into ripples like ice and snow melting.
He said, as long as he is here, there is no need to worry.
"Liu, I didn't expect you to be so white." Coming to Liu Qianqian's side with a pink dress, Laura put the dress in front of her and took a look, and said happily:
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"Come and try on this dress. Your skin color matches pink very well."
Pink is difficult to control.
It is a color that people love and hate.
Because it can easily appear dark, if the skin color is yellowish or dark, it will make the person wearing it look darker. And because its color compatibility is relatively low and difficult to match with other colors, once it is not worn properly, it will be called "Death Barbie".
But pink also has a very good-looking effect. It can make people look more attractive and more lovely and attractive...
"Xiang Yang is wearing a woolen suit and is very handsome, but these two men are really unreliable, aren't they."
"Yes, he is quite unreliable sometimes. "
Liu Qianqian bent her eyes and smiled in agreement.
"Okay, go change quickly and I'll prepare shoes for you." Laura smiled, she gently patted Liu Qianqian's delicate and smooth elbow, and handed the dress in her hand to other side.
"Okay, thank you." Taking the dress, Liu Qianqian looked at it quietly.
The fair and delicate face turned red in an instant...
On the men's side, Xiang Yang, who did not shy away from changing clothes in front of Little John, was looking in the mirror to check whether his tie was neatly tied. , "Tell me, why did your dad let us wear formal clothes? Is it because we can't make mistakes?"
"I don't know about that." Little John looked embarrassed and sighed, "Don't mention it. , I wore a white body shirt at that time.”
“It’s not easy to make mistakes with a white body shirt.” Xiang Yang comforted casually.
If you don’t say this, what else can you say... Finally, after checking that there was nothing wrong with the brown wool suit, he moved his broad shoulders and said, "I didn't expect that your clothes fit me quite well."
"Yes." Little John pouted absentmindedly.
After he came in, his eyes kept glancing at the door of his men's cloakroom.
He kept mumbling something.
"LoroPiana is really good. I didn't expect you to have quite good taste." Xiang Yang smiled with a relaxed face. This Italian high-end luxury brand is translated as 'Loro Piana' in Chinese. It is a company specializing in goat making. An old brand of velvet.
In addition to cashmere, his family’s best product is vicuña hair from Peru.
The quality and workmanship are not outstanding at all. A coat from ‘MUJI’ costs hundreds of thousands of yuan.
OldMoney’s go-to travel jacket.
While the two were chatting, there was a knock on the door of the cloakroom.
For a while, both of them became quiet and looked at each other.
"Why are you nervous?" Xiangyang frowned and looked at Little John, whose expression changed instantly, and asked as he walked to open the door.
Little John's tongue was a little tied. He discussed it with Laura. If there was no problem with the size of the dress, he would knock it twice. If there was a problem...
Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he walked quickly. He rummaged through the drawer of the cloakroom and found out the tools he had prepared in advance, and said with an embarrassed look on his face:
"I...I prepared a sewing kit for you."
"Sewing kit? ! ”
Xiang Yang, who opened the door, was suddenly stunned. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that he was carrying a heavy piece of wood on his neck...
...
"Qian... Qian "Qian, don't move."
"I...I'm not moving. Hurry up..."
Close your eyes hard and open your lips lightly.
Her fair skin was tinged with a blushing pink color, and Liu Qianqian, who felt her cheeks burning hot, was holding on to the clothes on her chest.
The hot breath hitting her back made her frown and made her heart beat faster and faster.
If it weren’t for Xiang Yang’s trembling and cold fingertips on the skin of her back, inadvertently touching her tender and hot skin...
If it weren’t for Xiang Yang’s panicked face turning pale when he came in No, Liu Qianqian, who was trembling at the moment, would not believe that this incident was not planned in advance.
"Wait for me, just a few more injections will be fine." Xiang Yang tried his best to control his mind. He maintained his rationality that was about to collapse by cursing in his mind.
"Damn guy!"
He felt like a waste. He had faced this situation calmly countless times, but now he was panicking.
It had been a long, long time since he had been so nervous while sewing clothes.
A drop of sweat slipped from his forehead and slid down the depression of his eyes to his eyelids. He quickly closed it, trying to prevent the sweat from falling into his eyes, but the instant pain made Xiang Yang's eyes a little hazy.
I couldn’t help but get a toothache.
Hearing the sound, Liu Qianqian, who had her back to Xiang Yang, suppressed her shyness and asked with concern: "You...what's wrong with you?"
"No, it's nothing." Xiang Yang casually wiped his painful eyes with the back of his hand. I opened my eyes hard and said, "Don't move, I'll be fine soon, really."
"I didn't move!"
I feel like I will be put into a dark room, I dare not describe it. It couldn’t be more delicate
(End of this chapter)