Just as Xiang Xiaochuang was about to object, Du Jiawen had already pursed his lips and walked to the lounge. The rest was probably her hair, makeup, etc... Xiang Xiaochuang sighed dejectedly and was forced to sit down.
In front of the dressing table.
After everything was taken care of, Xiang Xiaochuang looked at himself in the mirror, his mouth widened into an "O" shape.
"Look, Miss, dressing like this makes you several years younger! Now you look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. Who can tell that Miss is already in her twenties?"
Xiang Xiaochuang frowned: "But I'm already in my twenties, why do I have to dress up like a sixteen-year-old girl?" No matter how you look at it, that familiar face feels strange.
Du Jiawen had just walked out of the lounge, and when he saw Xiang Xiaochuang turning his head with a frown on his face, he couldn't help but laugh: "It's great to dress up like this! Why do beauticians lose their confidence with such an expression?"
"President, look at me. Standing next to you, don't I look like a typical kidnapping and trafficking of young girls?"
Du Jiawen laughed: "Don't worry, I don't have this kind of hobby, I just like women with weird tastes. Maybe after your appearance, this kind of dress will become the fashion trend of this city this year!"
Xiang Xiaochuang looked around in the mirror in annoyance, but still felt uncomfortable: "I have obviously been away from the age of sixteen for at least eight years, and now I go back, so haven't my eight years been in vain?
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"Being young is a good thing..." the manager smiled, "What we women fear most is getting old. The lady is blessed with delicate and smooth skin, so she can dress like this."
Even wearing six-centimeter high heels, Xiang Xiaochuang still felt that Du Jiawen was standing in front of him like a mountain. It was as if he could pick the clouds and stars in the sky as long as he stretched out his hand.
"Miss, please change to a pair of ten-centimeter shoes. This will look like a perfect match for Mr. Du."
Xiang Xiaochuang stared at the pair of shoes he had brought over and shook his head in shock: "No, that's good. No matter how high you wear it, it still gives people the feeling of..."
"What does it feel like?" Du Jiawen didn't hear her vague words.
Xiang Xiaochuang shrank his neck and took his arm flatteringly: "Then let's go?"
After getting in the car, Du Jiawen was still obsessed with that question: "What did you mean by what you just said?"
"It's not easy to guess. Look, you have turned me into a middle school student!" Xiang Xiaochuang pouted dissatisfiedly, "Standing next to you, of course I am an old cow eating young grass!"
Du Jiawen shook his head: "I'm the youngest?"
"At least you're old enough compared to what I'm wearing!" Xiang Xiaochuang raised his chin, deliberately pretending to be disgusted, but Du Jiawen was really angry.
"Yes, this outfit is indeed not suitable for today."
How dare he say that the only reason he chose it at that time was because it was the most conservative dress. It had long puffy sleeves and a high collar, which could cover her collarbone.
At that time, I was really shocked by the dress that exposed the entire back, so I went overboard and chose such a dress. After being dressed up by a makeup artist, Xiang Xiaochuang, who was in his twenties, was actually
Created into a sixteen-year-old young girl.
It seems that there will be rumors tomorrow that President Du likes girls with "young teeth".