Anna picked out a piece of Murong Rong's hair and played with it.
Murong Rong's hair is very long, all the way to her waist, soft and smooth.
But the more Anna looked at this clear soup noodle hairstyle, the more frustrated she became. She chose a box of elastic and solid hair wax, applied a large amount on Murong Rong's hair, and then curled it into big waves.
Use disposable hair dye to dye Murong Rong's bangs burgundy, part them four to six, and comb one side diagonally.
Murong Rong's figure was similar to that of Ouyang Xiyu. Anna picked out a low V-neck corset long dress from Ouyang Xiyu and asked Murong Rong to change into it.
She put on bright makeup and sprayed almost a whole bottle of perfume on Murong Rong.
The strong fragrance made Murong suffocate, "Anna, do you want to spray so much?"
"It's a little thicker now, and it will be almost evaporated by the time you go back." Anna took the black nail polish and applied a thick layer on Murong Rong's fingers.
"Ah? Going back like this?" Murong Rong thought she was in class now and would have to wash up and go back after class was over.
Looking at himself who didn't even recognize himself in his eyes, Murong Rong really didn't have the courage to walk out of the room.
Anna rolled her eyes at her, "Not only do you have to put it back on, but you also have to show it to Yinzai to make his eyes light up! Then use your charm to conquer him."
Yinzai didn't like such colorful clothes. For some reason, Murong Rong knew that.
"I don't have much time today, so I can only teach you some basic knowledge first. Come over here every week, and I will teach you more in-depth things..."
When Murong Rong walked downstairs, he stood in front of Dantoni.
D'Antoni drank coffee elegantly and turned a blind eye to Murong Rong.
Murong Rong stood in front of Dantoni, motionless.
After a long, long time, D'Antoni finally took a look at Murong Rong. It seemed that this woman dressed in a fashionable style looked familiar. "Miss, I don't have anything to serve at the moment, so please stop standing in front of me."
Murong Rong curled her lips and almost cried with grievance, "Dantoni, it's me."
"Who are you?" D'Antoni frowned and took a few steps back. The strong aroma was really not something a mortal could bear.
Anna came over happily and pulled Dantoni, "Look at her, do you feel amazing?"