Half an hour later, a little woman wearing five-centimeter high heels walked out of the dressing room.
The sloping-shoulder black dress highlighted her skin as white as jade.
There is a butterfly-style brooch on the shoulder. It goes down and the waist is just right. The length of the skirt is just above the knees, and the hem is patterned in a starry sky tone.
Yan Nian also had her hair done today. Her long hair was let down and her hair was permed into pear blossom curls. The stylist cut her air bangs, making her palm-sized face look more delicate and delicate.
She has good skin, so she doesn’t need to wear too much makeup. She has a light nude makeup and pink lipstick, everything is perfect.
"Does it look good?"
Yan Nian deliberately turned in a circle in front of Ding Baoyi, and finally struck a pose with one hand on his hip.
Ding Baoyi applauded, "Absolutely amazing! If I were a man, I would take you back and hurt you right now!"
These words made Yan Nian laugh.
"Don't worry, if you were a man and not as handsome as my husband, I wouldn't choose you."
"Qie Qie, I praised you a few times and you're still out of breath?"
Ding Baoyi pushed Yan Nian's head and then went in to change clothes.
Ding Baoyi likes to wear red clothes. Today, as always, she has a long red dress with a tube top, which makes her look very good. Her earth-colored eye makeup and rose-red lipstick are completely in the style of a mature royal sister.
Yan Nian was dumbfounded when he looked at Ding Baoyi.
She didn't know if it was because they hadn't seen each other for several days, but today she felt that Ding Baoyi was particularly elegant, like a fairy.
"It's over, it's over, don't stand with me. Then all men will look at you and no one will look at me!"
Yan Nian pretended to shake his head and was speechless.
Ding Baoyi straightened her hair in the mirror, "What's the matter, is it now a commercial affair between the sand sculpture sisters?"
"Whoever brags about business with you? I'm telling the truth. You have a great figure!"
"Yo~"
Ding Baoyi snorted angrily, looked Yan Nian up and down, and smiled.
"You have a good figure, okay? You're not pregnant now, and you don't show your pregnancy."
"Tch, I won't waste time with you here anymore, hurry up and leave, don't be late -"
Yan Nian pushed Ding Baoyi, who was looking in the mirror, outside.
“…”
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Today's Jiang Group is particularly lively and grand.
Early in the morning, the staff responsible for the press conference arrived at the scene.
Several media outlets had already been waiting in the best seats in the VIP area, cameras in hand, just about to start shooting.
The colorful hall, where light and shadow meet, is full of brilliance.
Jiang Beiyuan has already arrived. A man in a suit and leather shoes is standing in a corner of the venue. He has a straight posture, a high-spirited look, and a light eyebrow. He is holding a glass of champagne in his hand. He is chatting and laughing with several bosses while drinking glasses.
His eyes caught sight of two people coming in from the door.
Jiang Beiyuan said lightly, "Excuse me", and then walked towards the other side.
"Director Fang, long time no see."
Jiangbeiyuan stood still, with a calm smile on his face.
The other party smiled heartily and shook hands with Jiang Beiyuan, "I've heard that Mr. Jiang has returned to the company a long time ago, but I haven't had time to visit. Today is a chance to meet Mr. Jiang!"
"Who is this… ?"
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes fell from Old Dong to the young man beside him.
The other party smiled and introduced, "This is Wen Yu, the general manager of our company."
"Hello, Manager Wen."
Jiangbei Yuan was smiling but his destructive power was endless, and there was an unknown stern look among his stunning beauty.
Wen Yu was also smiling but not smiling.
"Mr. Jiang, you're fine."
(End of chapter)