"Okay." In less than an hour, she finished her makeup.
Andy still had several brush heads in his hands. He stepped back a bit to admire today's 'work', with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.
She finally showed her first relaxed and natural smile of the day and said to Qiao Nian, "Miss Qiao, please change your clothes and see how it works."
The people under her had already hung the clothes up for ironing and handed them to the girl with both hands.
Qiao Nian took the clothes and went upstairs to change.
It took her only a few minutes to change her clothes and come down.
Ye Wangchuan came out of the study and was talking to Andy. When he came out, Qiao Nian had finished her makeup and went upstairs to change clothes.
So he didn't see Qiao Nian after she put on her makeup.
Until Andy called out, "Mr. Ye, Miss Qiao is coming down."
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyes and looked towards the stairs, then stood up straight in an instant, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement.
Qiao Nian finally chose a high-end black sequined skirt style, a mix of mature style but girlish bun style. The entire cutting line is matched with the straight silhouette of the upper body and the liquid irregular long skirt of the lower body, giving people a feeling of both dignified and elegant.
She wore silver-buckle high heels of the same color, and the only exposed skin was probably the white ankle.
The delicate and snow-white skin is like the brightest snow in winter, and a little bit is enough to attract everyone's attention.
Ye Wangchuan's throat was a little dry, so he raised his hand and touched his itchy Adam's apple. It was as if an electric current as if a feather had scratched him ran through his heart at that moment.
Causing a series of palpitations and tremors.
"It looks great!" Andy was extremely satisfied.
She rarely sees people wearing black and looking stunning at dawn.
Qiao Nian seemed to be born for the color black. The scorching heat of the sun broke out of the shell and crushed the natural dullness of the color black, making people's eyes bright.
She brought me into a unique realm, creating a heart-stirring feeling of light.
"It's beautiful." Ye Wangchuan's voice was a little hoarse, like an intoxicating chocolate with a liquor filling: "You did a great job."
Andy didn't dare to take credit for it, and said modestly: "It's because Miss Qiao has a good foundation." She was telling the truth.
The clothes that Qiao Nian chose were not the ones that stood out among her row of high-end luxury items, but rather were inconspicuous ones.
There is not much design on the clothes themselves. The reason why Andy collected them is purely because of the stylist's ultimate pursuit of tailoring.
Good tailoring means beautiful lines, and ultimate perfection requires not the person wearing the clothes, but the clothes choosing the person.
Most people can't suppress it.
Andy collected it but never thought anyone would wear it.
Until this moment, she could roughly imagine what the designer's original inspiration must have been when designing this dress.
Qiao Nian is the muse of inspiration.
Even she was itching to let Qiao Nian join the entertainment industry, so she would definitely cooperate with Qiao Nian and try out all the clothes she treasured and the styles she wanted to create on girls. She was excited just thinking about it, and she couldn't wait to try a few more styles.
“Knock, knock.”
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, interrupting their conversation.
Ye Wangchuan leaned over and opened the door.
Someone outside sent a square gift box.
"Master Ye, here are the things you wanted."
"Thanks."
Ye Wangchuan took the things, thanked the other party, closed the door, and returned to the living room with the square box.
Qiao Nian has already come down from the stairs.
He walked over and handed over the gift: "This is for you."
(End of this chapter)