Zhang Yijun is so picky about Ye Wuque's clothes, with a ruthless and unique vision and meticulous attitude. She has raised the requirements by a whole level by Ye Wuque herself.

Ye Wuque could not imagine how strict and entangled Zhang Yijun should be about her clothes.

There are two or three hundred sets of clothes in her super large closet. Of course, this combination is not fixed. If you arrange it, there are many solutions.

This is a terrifying number. If Zhang Yijun was as tangled as he had chosen clothes for him before, he wouldn't have to go to the class reunion tonight.

I don’t know if Zhang Yijun is afraid, but Ye Wuque is afraid anyway.

He was stunned and didn't know how to speak, and half opened his mouth to wait for Zhang Yijun's following.

Zhang Yijun's expression was helpless between her eyebrows. She said to herself in annoyance: "I wouldn't have bought so many clothes if I had known it. Now I don't even know which one to wear."

"So, the main purpose of calling me over is to see you show off the clothes in your closet?" Ye Wuque swallowed and asked tentatively.

Zhang Yijun gave him a blank look: "Of course not, I just want you to help me choose a piece of clothing that can hold the whole audience, so that I can become the focus of the entire class reunion, and don't be compared by others.

Remember, don’t treat tonight’s class reunion as an ordinary reunion, just treat it as if you want to accompany me to the battlefield. You must be prepared for a tough battle.”

After Zhang Yijun said this, her eyes were unprecedentedly serious.

Ye Wuque had no choice but to accompany Zhang Yijun to look at the clothes. Who made him owe others favors?

It’s not easy to be favored. Fortunately, in order to hold on, Zhang Yijun deliberately narrowed the range of clothes to evening dresses. This is a blessing in disgrace.

After all, Zhang Yijun only has a dozen evening dresses.

Ye Wuque was waiting outside, quietly waiting for more than ten minutes before Zhang Yijun changed into his first evening dress, standing there pretty, smiling cutely, as beautiful as a flower.

Ye Wuque heard the movement and turned around, glanced at him and suddenly felt amazing.

A well-tailed burgundy pure handmade long skirt supports Zhang Yijun's noble and elegant style. The long skirt is simple in style, but it is not without being gorgeous and noble, gorgeous in simplicity and noble in simplicity.

Under the light, Zhang Yijun's red lips are thin and seductive, her eyes are clear, bright and half shy, and her delicate clouds are as delicate as water. Her face is like spring and half peach blossoms are jealous, and her body is like the wind blowing the willows and pushing the green water.

Zhang Yijun's small and delicate ears shine brightly, and a pair of cloisonné sapphire earrings on her neck are slender and soft like a swan. A tassel jade pendant on her neck shines with fine light, making her skin look like a thick fat, and her white jade is colorless and ashamed.

"good!"

Ye Wuque couldn't help but applaud. In fact, he was already a little stunned and didn't know how to praise Zhang Yijun.

Zhang Yijun, who he knows, may not be the most beautiful one, but he is the one who is the best at dressing up. Every smile has a touching beauty.

After all, people rely on clothes and Buddha rely on gold. Although their own conditions are important, external clothing is also very important.

Ye Wuque already felt that it was very good, but Zhang Yijun was dissatisfied. She looked in the mirror and shook her head and said, "No, this dress looks too monotonous. Those who don't know the goods think it's a street stall product, so they have to change it."

After saying that, Zhang Yijun ignored Ye Wuque and turned back to the locker room to continue changing clothes.

Ye Wuque knew that this would be the case. According to Zhang Yijun's posture of picking clothes for herself just now, I'm afraid that if you don't try all of these dozen sets of clothes, you won't be able to choose a perfect match.

Because Zhang Yijun regards this class reunion as his own battlefield, and clothes are the weapon of war, which is unscathing.

With the scene just now, Ye Wuque was not bored. Instead, he was looking forward to it, wanting to see what effect Zhang Yijun will wear next.

After all, beauty is also pleasing to the eye! What are you afraid of if you waste some time?

He silently drank the drink in his hand and waited for Zhang Yijun. After about ten minutes, Zhang Yijun pushed open the door of the locker room again and came out.

This time, Zhang Yijun changed into a white hollow lace inlay dress and stood quietly on the spot, as if a spotlight shining on her, looking dazzling and dazzling.

"Okay, wonderful!"

Ye Wuque was once again amazed. He was a good person on weekdays, but now he can only say these two words to express his amazement.

At this moment, he thought in his heart that he would definitely bring Qu Baiqiu to learn from Zhang Yijun in the future. Zhang Yijun's vision was really not overwhelming. Learning about dressing from her would be beneficial but not harmful.

"Hmph, Ye Wuque, when did you cherish your words like gold? Aren't you very good at speaking? Why are you jumping out word by word now? Do you think I'm asking for perfunctory treatment?"

Zhang Yijun put her hands on her hips, and the autumn waters in the two bays were filled with anger, as if she was still ashamed, and Ye Wuque felt refreshed.

"How can I do it? I was amazed by you, Sister Yijun, and I was really amazed. Now I feel that holding my mouth is very clumsy and I can't think of anything to praise you, Sister Yijun. I also blame me for not studying well on weekdays. I really hate that I have only been using my studies."

Ye Wuque smiled bitterly and said, "But I'm not perfunctory to you. I think Sister Yijun, you are beautiful, and you can wear a trendy look even if you put on a sack on you, leading the trend, let alone these beautiful dresses.

I think Sister Yijun, you must be the focus of everyone's attention tonight, the absolute queen, you don't have to try again, you will definitely win by killing directly.

As your male companion, I am really under a lot of pressure now. How can my young "Pu Liu's posture" be worthy of Sister Yijun's appearance?"

Zhang Yijun was amused by Ye Wuque. She pouted in dissatisfaction: "You kid, you have nothing serious, but you talk nonsense but you talk nonsense, without any opinions or suggestions. You are such a pig head.

No, this dress is too plain and not attractive enough, and it feels a little tight when worn. Alas, I have gained weight again recently.”

As he said that, Zhang Yijun went back to change his clothes.

Ye Wuque had nothing else to do except to wait.

He was very helpless. Zhang Yijun actually said that he was fat. No matter how thin you are, you will be as thin as lightning. Is it good? Women are just troublesome and can always find a lot of reasons for buying and changing clothes for themselves.

In this way, Ye Wuque's expectations were indeed not expected, Zhang Yijun was about to try out all her evening dresses.

Although she has different attractive features every time she changes her evening dress, Ye Wuque becomes aesthetically tired after seeing it too much, and there is only one word "good".

More than two hours passed, Ye Wuque was so stupid that he was drowsy and his stomach was so hungry that he was still wearing makeup and trying on clothes.
Chapter completed!