Author: An Yi Zhizhu

"So what, anyway, it's you who got splashed, not me. It's you who got the milk tea all over you, not me."

She covered her mouth and smiled, very arrogantly, and her eyes unexpectedly fell on Jiang Yin's chest.

Through the white fabric of her clothes, she could still tell the color of Jiang Yin's underwear.

Moreover, Jiang Yin is quite talented.

Jiang Yin followed her gaze and smiled silently, "What are you looking at!"

"This is destined to be something you don't have, but you can go for a hair transplant. Do you want me to introduce you to a doctor?"

The makeup artist was angered by Jiang Yin again. She gritted her teeth and said, "No need!"

At this time, Zhu Yiyao happened to come back to the office for a meeting during the intermission to see if Jiang Yin was back.

She didn't expect such a scene.

Jiang Yin was covered in milk tea, and the floor was covered with milk tea.

She couldn't help but joked, "Why are you so embarrassed? Look, there's milk tea hanging in your hair."

The makeup artist walked up to Zhu Yiyao, looked at Jiang Yin jokingly, and then replied, "I was kind-hearted and gave her milk tea, but she couldn't hold it steady and poured it on her."

Zhu Yiyao knew that these words were probably made up, but the matter developed just as she wanted.

She could teach Jiang Yin a lesson without getting her hands dirty.

"Why are you so careless? Go and wipe it quickly, don't let it dry and turn into milk tea essence." Zhu Yiyao half-covered her mouth, making a disgusted expression.

The makeup artist looked like a villain who had gained power.

Jiang Yin was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with her. She took out two tissues, covered them on her chest, and then went to the bathroom.

She was at the sink to deal with the milk tea stains on her clothes, but it was not easy to do. After a long time, most of her clothes were wet, and the milk tea stains and smell were still there.

Ever since she became more familiar with Xiao Yan, it took her up to seven or eight hours a day to regain her sense of smell.

Jiang Yin started to give up on herself as she wiped it. She didn't want to wipe it anymore, so that was it.

She looked up at the makeup mirror in front of the sink, and a familiar smiling face appeared in front of her.

"Hi, we meet again."

Why is it that man from the milk tea shop?

He was about forty years old, and his hair was combed back and styled with hairspray.

"Do you need help?"

"Need not."

"But I think you need help. Your clothes are dirty. You have to change them."

Jiang Yin replied nonchalantly, "Thank you for your kindness, I don't need it."

"Are you wary of me?"

Jiang Yin didn't answer and just washed his hands.

The man lowered his head and smiled, then looked at Jiang Yin, "Don't worry, I have a wife and children, and my family is very happy, so you don't have to have any other worries. I just think you have a good face and it suits you well."

Come and work in our company.”

"Oh, no need."

She really didn't understand, and this person was weird.

"I think you have a certain temperament. You have the nobility of a young lady but not the squeamishness. Your eyebrows look very heroic, and your smile is very spiritual."

"What do you mean by being angry? I don't understand."

"Are you from our company?"

"no."

"Okay."

The man then said, "Would you like to change your clothes? I think our company has a kind of clothes that will suit you very well."

“…”

Jiang Yin was finally convinced by him, firstly because she really couldn't stand the sticky feeling, and secondly because the taste was a bit...

The man said that he was the owner of this company, his name was Wang Sheng, and he was looking for a model recently. Seeing that Jiang Yin had a good figure and appearance, he wanted to add a WeChat account to inquire about his wishes.

Wang Sheng said as he walked, "Did you delete my WeChat account?"

"The name is also fake."

Jiang Yin:…

Wang Sheng took Jiang Yin into the fitting room. He pulled someone over and said, "Xiao Chen, go and take out the white dress that Mr. Liu sent."

"Ah, now?"

"Yes, go quickly."

"oh."

Xiao Chen put down what she was doing and ran to find some clothes. She remembered that this dress was placed alone in Zhu Yiyao's private fitting room.

Isn't this skirt reserved for Zhu Yiyao? Why do you want it at this time?

Xiao Chen knocked on the door of Zhu Yiyao's office, "Sister Yaoyao, Mr. Wang asked me to go to your fitting room to pick up clothes."

"Go ahead."

Zhu Yiyao didn't think anything of it. It was easy to borrow two clothes from bloggers.

Xiao Chen walked straight into the fitting room, but he didn't expect the skirt that Mr. Wang was talking about.

"Sister Yaoyao, where did you put the skirt that Mr. Liu sent me?"

"Why are you asking this? You don't want to borrow it, do you? You are half a head shorter than me. Can't you mop the floor if you wear it?" Zhu Yiyao sneered.

Xiao Chen knows that she has that kind of personality and likes to be sarcastic.

She didn't take it to heart either.

"Mr. Wang wants it."

"What is he here for?"

"How do I know? Just ask him."

Zhu Yiyao made a sound, and then said to the makeup artist, "Go get it, I put it in the closet."

"good."

The makeup artist found the dress and handed it to Xiao Chen, "This dress is so beautiful. Only we, Yaoyao, can match it."

Zhu Yiyao heard the sound and smiled proudly.

These words really spoke to her heart.

What Xiao Chen couldn't stand the most was that this makeup artist took advantage of Zhu Yiyao's influence and walked around their company with his tail high.

It’s really a dog-fighting!

After Xiao Chen left with the skirt, Zhu Yiyao looked at the makeup artist and said, "Go and see where the skirt was sent."

"No problem, leave it to me."

"Okay, I'll go prepare for the second live broadcast first."

——

Jiang Yin couldn't believe it when she received the skirt.

This skirt is so beautiful, so high-end, simple yet stylish, and the embroidery on the chest is vivid.

This is an Audrey Hepburn style dress, elegant and noble.

The white skirt seems to emit starlight under the light. This skirt is as beautiful as a bright galaxy.

"You must be suitable. I believe in my own vision. This feeling is tailor-made for you."

"Mr. Wang, this skirt is very expensive. I don't dare to wear it. Just give me a short-sleeved shirt."

Wang Sheng frowned and deliberately made an unhappy expression, "You must wear it, otherwise you won't give me face."

"I…"

"Go and try."

Jiang Yin nodded and agreed to try on this dress.

When she put on the dress, she felt like she suddenly became a different person.

This skirt made her skin white and rosy, like gelatin.

This simple style requires its own temperament to support it, and Jiang Yin can fully support it.
To be continued...