Wearing an ankle-length dress that is not my own style, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Yang Lingxuan, how much did An Bailun charge you for this dress?"
Yang Lingxuan took a pair of silver rhinestone high heels, knelt on one knee, supported my foot, and slipped in, "Talking about money hurts feelings, I am driving domestic demand for him, you see, he has no business at all!"
"Isn't it? I don't know when you guys are in the same foul play!" I stood up, picked up my skirt, and turned it around: "The shoes are too high, it's hard to walk!"
Yang Lingxuan slowly got up, led me to the dressing table, and pressed me on the chair: "Luxury supercar picks up and drop off, but I won't let you walk! What are you afraid of?"
I blinked, I blinked in the mirror, and looked sideways, my back was empty and opened really low, "Yang Lingxuan, I suddenly felt that An Bailun’s business was right. Look at this skirt, it’s all open. It's on the bottom, who does a serious girl dress like this?"
Yang Lingxuan smiled, looked down, hands flexibly inserted in my hair, and his voice was low: "So, this broken skirt, he dares to collect money, I will break his leg!"
I smiled and nodded, "Never give money. For him, our principle is to take it and never pay a penny!"
"Naturally!" Yang Lingxuan took a pin with rhinestones, braided his hair, and straightened out my flowing sea sideways. He touched his forehead and gave a pause.
I touched Liu Hai with my hand and said, "Yang Lingxuan, I'm so beautiful, look dumb, do you fall in love with me?"
Yang Lingxuan smiled slightly, Qing Jun's face was vivid, and he looked at me with clear eyes, "Yes, I will take you home with the pumpkin cart tonight!"
"Okay!" I replied, looking up, Yang Lingxuan must have something to do today, but there must be a demon.
"You two vampires are here again?" An Bailun came in from outside. Just a violent shout: "Yang Lingxuan, I owe you money, haven't you still?"
Yang Lingxuan didn't care about it, and directly took the makeup box on the countertop.
I turned my head and said hello: "Hi, Boss Ann, it's been a long time since we saw no one in your house and we came in by ourselves!"
An Bailun, 28 years old, a fashion designer, heard from him that he used to be famous in Milan and Paris, but I don’t believe it. If so, he would not go down to open a private custom shop in Shanghai!
Most of my clothes are bought at wholesale prices from his stall. Even I know even more that he is not a good designer. If he is good, how come the clothes that I give me are all clear and watery
Although he said that his clothes are unique, I still don't believe it. He used to be very loud.
"Bandits, don't tell me..." Before he finished speaking, An Bailun stopped talking, stepped forward, and squeezed Yang Lingxuan aside, who was applying foundation for me.
He grabbed the brush from Yang Lingxuan's hand, pursed his mouth, and continued to apply foundation for me as Yang Lingxuan did.
Yang Lingxuan smiled, leaning against the dressing table with his arms folded, looking at me with a distant expression.
"Close your eyes!" An Bailun said.
I closed my eyes obediently, and Ren An Bailun was on my face, and the eyes were unhappy.
About 15 minutes later, An Bailun snapped his fingers, and it was done, perfect!
I slowly opened my eyes, Yang Lingxuan took my hand, and the area, let me get out of the sitting position, before I had time to look in the mirror.
An Bailun swept me up and down, and said: "Pei Sansan, I really didn't see you being skinny and malnourished all day long, so surprising!"
"This dress can be regarded as one of the bottoms of my box. No one has supported it yet!"
Yang Lingxuan put my hand in his arm, "An Bailun, I know now, it's too late!"
"Don't, don't tell me!" An Bailun raised his hand, "Don't you think Pei Sansan is missing a bag? I have one!"
Yang Lingxuan was calm and relaxed, An Bailun turned the case and turned the cabinet, after a long time, poured out a small bag and handed it to me.
I stretched out my hand to take it, swayed to my lower abdomen, An Bailun patted his hand, "Perfect!"
With a smile, Yang Lingxuan turned me around and left, the high-heeled shoes rang in the floating skirt.
Out of the door and in the car, An Bailun came out and shouted, "Yang Lingxuan, you bastard, where did you find my shoes under the bottom of the box?"
Yang Lingxuan drove his arm on the car window and flew a kiss to An Bailun, "Guess!"
An Bailun was so angry that he took off his shoes and hit him. Yang Lingxuan stepped on the accelerator and threw An Bailun a tube of car exhaust.