The place to make the styling was temporarily found by Zhang Minglang.

He strictly compared Huo Yeshuo's request and found the most expensive styling studio in Haicheng online.

After sending Lin Zhenzhen to the house, Zhang Minglang returned to the company first. When he was almost busy, he set off to pick up Huo Yeshuo at the airport.

The weather today is a bit stuffy, and the sky seems to be covered by overlapping clouds, and the light cannot be seen.

By the evening, the dark clouds above the head became heavier.

Huo Yeshuo stepped on the final faint sunset.

"Where is Ayako?" Because of staying up late, his voice became a little dumb, but also very soft.

It reminds people of the slowly flowing colorful gravel in the hourglass.

"Miss Ling is still in the store." Zhang Minglang glanced at the rearview mirror, "Mr. Huo, should you go back and rest first?"

Huo Yeshuo opened his eyes: "No, go pick her up."

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"Miss, can I take a set of photos for you as promotional pictures for our store?"

Lin Zhenzhen turned around, and the huge ground-falling mirror reflected her back.

The hollowed-out back design completely reveals the superior shoulder and neck lines and slender butterfly bones.

The shining pearl patches extend down the spine, like a mermaid jumping out of the deep sea water, which makes people unable to help but take a look at it.

"Sorry, I won't take pictures."

Lin Zhenzhen frowned and turned around, pointing to his back: "Can you take this off?"

"But pearls are really suitable for you!"

The stylist finally met such a beautiful guest, but was also aroused by the enthusiasm for creation, and wanted to experiment with everything in her makeup bag.

Lin Zhenzhen had no choice but to: "I went to someone else's engagement banquet, and it was too exaggerated to dress like this."

The stylist hurriedly said, "It's no exaggeration, these are all low-key scheming models. These patches can't be seen as long as the light is a little darker."

Lin Zhenzhen had a tough attitude: "Take it off."

Helplessly, the stylist had to prepare makeup remover while muttering: "It would be a pity to dress up so beautifully, it would be a pity if you don't go out for others to appreciate it."

Lin Zhenzhen suddenly turned around and looked out the window.

The stylist turned around as she moved and saw the person's face clearly.

"hiss."

Lin Zhenzhen felt his hair quilt pulling.

"Sorry, Miss." The stylist came to his senses and quickly apologized.

"fine."

Lin Zhenzhen stood up and walked towards the door: "You are here."

Huo Yeshuo stopped and his eyes were deep.

"Have you just arrived in Haicheng? Didn't you have a good rest yesterday? I feel like there is blood in your eyes?"

Lin Zhenzhen leaned closer, and there was no concealment of concern in his eyes.

Huo Yeshuo stared at the cherry red lips, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her shoulders.

Lin Zhenzhen seemed a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Skirt." Huo Yeshuo said slowly, as if these two words were squeezed out of his throat.

Lin Zhenzhen lowered his head and looked around carefully, and said in confusion: "What's wrong with the skirt?"

Huo Yeshuo took a deep breath: "It's not what I wear."

"ah?"

The stylist next to him surrounded him: "There are indeed two ways to wear this skirt."

She put the soft white gauze that was originally hanging from her arms on Lin Zhenzhen's shoulders, and the original off-shoulder evening dress turned into a suspender skirt.

"So that's how it is." Lin Zhenzhen closed the fabric and tightened the skirt.

The stylist did not give up and turned his eyes to Huo Yeshuo on the side: "Sir, I think your girlfriend's shoulders and neck are so beautiful, it's better to show it."

"And her back is thin and thin, and it's so beautiful that she's so beautiful about her, you see."

Lin Zhenzhen was pushed and turned around, and the surroundings were silent, and the audience's eyes were all focused on her.

"You see, these pearl elements not only conform to her own temperament, but also echo the earrings she wears. This is simply..."

Huo Yeshuo's eyes flew over Lin Zhenzhen's earlobes, and his brows frowned slightly invisibly.

Lin Zhenzhen turned around and happened to meet his little expression.

She lowered her eyes and whispered: "It's better to get it for me, it's not good."

"How come it's not good-looking?!" The stylist was so anxious that he jumped.

Lin Zhenzhen looked up at Huo Yeshuo, and the light in his eyes darkened a little bit: "He doesn't like it."

"I didn't mean that." Huo Yeshuo's throat moved, "The skirt is very suitable for you and looks very good."

"real?"

"Really, I like it very much."

A smile appeared again on the corner of Lin Zhenzhen's mouth. She lowered her head and her ears showed some pinkness: "I like it very much, thank you."
Chapter completed!