"OK."
Yuan Yongqin's people were much more 'sensible'. They brought all their equipment in quietly, and then sat opposite Leng Shan and the others and waited...
These two teams are the top styling studios in Beijing and they compete with each other all the time. One team serves Ye Lan all year round, while the other one serves Yuan Yongqin and other strong women in Beijing.
This time, he actually sat calmly in the same place and waited obediently for others to get up and choose.
Neither side dared to show any emotion. They just stared at each other, each one quieter than the other, and the main focus was on the high degree of cooperation.
The ancestor of the Ye family asked them to wait, so what else could they do but wait obediently...
**
upstairs.
After taking a shower, Qiao Nian wiped the water droplets on his hair with a towel in one hand, walked outside, pulled out a chair and sat down nonchalantly.
She was too lazy to blow-dry her hair, so she just wiped most of the moisture off her hair and put down the towel. She felt much more awake, but she was still in a bad mood after waking up.
Qiao Nian hadn't slept for more than 5 hours from last night till now. He was pulled out of bed early in the morning. His head was throbbing. He picked up his phone and looked at it, lowering his eyes to see a series of unread messages.
From Old Man Jiang and Jiang Li down, there are Nie Mi, Master Cheng, Liang Conglin... and further down, there is news about Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, and Chen Yuan.
About twenty people sent her unread messages.
Qiao Nian clicked on them one by one and read on patiently.
[Nian Nian, happy birthday.]
[Happy birthday, Miss Qiao.]
[Happy birthday, Sister Nian! ]
…
There were more than twenty unread messages, all of which wished her a happy birthday. Qiao Nian held the phone in one hand and stroked her brow with the other hand. The coldness on her face faded a lot, her jawline softened, and her eyebrows and eyes became gentle.
Many people also wanted to come for lunch at noon, but she did not reply to each of them one by one. She only replied to the messages of a few people who could not come.
I just looked at the battery level of my phone.
Only 40% left. She was so busy discussing raw materials and experimental procedures with Master Cheng last night that she forgot to charge her phone.
Qiao Nian got up and opened the window to ventilate the room.
Then he turned back to the room, found the charging cable in the bedside drawer, took his phone and the charging cable, and went downstairs.
…
The two styling team members brought by Ye Lan and Yuan Yongqin were already waiting at the entrance downstairs, and had been waiting for a while.
Ye Wangchuan probably called Ye Lan to ask if this was true. Ye Lan was busy with official business and had to go out to get her hair done, so she said a few words to him in a hurry, meaning that she had transferred her own styling team to Qiao Nian, which was also the old man's intention.
"knew."
Ye Wangchuan responded and just hung up the phone.
When I looked up, I heard Gu San shouting towards the stairs: "Miss Qiao, you're up."
The people from both teams stood up immediately and looked eagerly at the girl coming down from the second floor.
The girl was extremely beautiful. No matter how she wore a blue sweater, she had a unique temperament and looked down on everyone with an unruly look... Leng Shan's eyes lit up.
What they like most when stylists are not the handsome men and beautiful women like celebrities who have delicate looks as if they were polished like a ruler.
But the kind of person who has extremely personal characteristics, his own style, and is unique.
But whether in the circle or among models, the so-called eccentricity of many people is just a created appearance. When you peel off the weird looks, you will find that they are actually dull and uninteresting.
As the top styling team in the industry, she could tell at a glance that the girl in front of her was definitely not as special as she pretended to be. (End of this chapter)