Because in daily life, she has absolute confidence in the aesthetic taste of clothes and other things, and she also knows that if a man like Xing Yue is just beautiful, it will be difficult for him to pay attention to you, so she always talks with Xing Yue about the taste that she is good at, and also knows very well about what Xing Yue uses, and can also give him opinions.

In this way, Xing Yue exchanged contact information with him, but although she exchanged contact information, she never dared to alarm the enemy. Therefore, Xing Yue did not call her. Although she was anxious, she would never contact Xing Yue on her own initiative.

But I don’t know if Xing Yue took the wrong medicine today. Not only did he call her at night, but he even had to borrow women’s clothes from him and wigs.

Although she didn't know what Xing Yue was doing, she was still happy to pick up her clothes from her huge and stuffy wardrobe.

After a while, her doorbell rang.

She ran over to open the door almost like a little girl, but before opening the door, she took a few deep breaths, tidied her hair, and tried to open the door for Xing Yue as elegantly as possible.

I never thought that as soon as I opened this door a little, Xing Yue pushed it open and walked in.

"Where is the thing?" Xing Yue asked anxiously.

"Ah...in the bedroom."

Xing Yue didn't even change his shoes and walked straight in. She was a little scared. Unexpectedly, the mature and steady successful man who always smiled on weekdays actually came to her house for the first time, as if he had changed.

Xing Yue looked at the many clothes thrown on the bed, and couldn't wait to try them one by one.

Those clothes were all high-end brand-name goods, and now they were hurriedly put on their bodies. The model was afraid that he would destroy these precious clothes of her, but she also knew how valuable this man was. These things were simply not worth mentioning in his eyes.

I just don’t know why Xing Yue tried these clothes by himself.

Although the model has countless question marks in his mind.

But when she saw the serious expression on Xing Yue's face, she couldn't ask anything. She could only sit by the bed and watch him rush over his precious clothes one by one.

Xing Yue finally found a clothes that he could wear and would not break. The clothes he had tried were thrown on the floor like garbage.

"Where is the hair you prepare, the wig you prepare should be long and curly." Xing Yue said in the model's women's clothing.

"Ah...that, it's useless, and it's still in my storage room."

"Go and get it." Xing Yue's tone was unquestionable.

The model hurried into his storage room, and soon took out a long black wig. Xing Yue grabbed it and asked, "Is there any curly hair that needs black."

The model girl shook her head, Xing Yue stuffed her wig and said, "You go and curl me now, I'll change my clothes first."

The model was stunned. He didn't know what Xing Yue was doing, but he could only listen to him, ran to the bathroom, took out his ceramic heating rod, and started to make the wig hot.

Xing Yue took off her clothes and changed into the model's clothes. Xing Yue tried to choose looser clothes. He really couldn't wear those strapless clothes. Because in daily life, she had absolute confidence in the aesthetic taste of clothes and other things. She also knew that if you were just beautiful, it would be difficult for him to pay attention to you, so she always talked to Xing Yue about the taste that she was good at, and also knew very well about the things that Xing Yue used, and could also give him opinions.

In this way, Xing Yue exchanged contact information with him, but although she exchanged contact information, she never dared to alarm the enemy. Therefore, Xing Yue did not call her. Although she was anxious, she would never contact Xing Yue on her own initiative.

But I don’t know if Xing Yue took the wrong medicine today. Not only did he call her at night, but he even had to borrow women’s clothes from him and wigs.

Although she didn't know what Xing Yue was doing, she was still happy to pick up her clothes from her huge and stuffy wardrobe.

After a while, her doorbell rang.

She ran over to open the door almost like a little girl, but before opening the door, she took a few deep breaths, tidied her hair, and tried to open the door for Xing Yue as elegantly as possible.

I never thought that as soon as I opened this door a little, Xing Yue pushed it open and walked in.

"Where is the thing?" Xing Yue asked anxiously.

"Ah...in the bedroom."

Xing Yue didn't even change his shoes and walked straight in. She was a little scared. Unexpectedly, the mature and steady successful man who always smiled on weekdays actually came to her house for the first time, as if he had changed.

Xing Yue looked at the many clothes thrown on the bed, and couldn't wait to try them one by one.

Those clothes were all high-end brand-name goods, and now they were hurriedly put on their bodies. The model was afraid that he would destroy these precious clothes of her, but she also knew how valuable this man was. These things were simply not worth mentioning in his eyes.

I just don’t know why Xing Yue tried these clothes by himself.

Although the model has countless question marks in his mind.

But when she saw the serious expression on Xing Yue's face, she couldn't ask anything. She could only sit by the bed and watch him rush over his precious clothes one by one.

Xing Yue finally found a clothes that he could wear and would not break. The clothes he had tried were thrown on the floor like garbage.

"Where is the hair you prepare, the wig you prepare should be long and curly." Xing Yue said in the model's women's clothing.

"Ah...that, it's useless, and it's still in my storage room."

"Go and get it." Xing Yue's tone was unquestionable.

The model hurried into his storage room, and soon took out a long black wig. Xing Yue grabbed it and asked, "Is there any curly hair that needs black."

The model girl shook her head, Xing Yue stuffed her wig and said, "You go and curl me now, I'll change my clothes first."

The model was stunned. He didn't know what Xing Yue was doing, but he could only listen to him, ran to the bathroom, took out his ceramic heating rod, and started to make the wig hot.
Chapter completed!