[69 Book Bar - www.] "Wait...wait a minute! President Feng, what are you going to do?" Ling Chuchu looked at Feng Xijue in confusion and asked.
"Xuan, I don't have time to waste!" Feng Xijue frowned slightly and said to the stylist on the side.
The stylist understood it, nodded quickly, and then winked at the surrounding staff. Then several people came forward together, lifted Ling Chuchu up, and 'invited' her into the dressing room!
"Hey, what are you going to do? Let me go, Feng Xijue... What on earth are you going to do..."
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"Jue, what a coincidence, you are also here to do the styling!" Si Zhehan walked in from the outside with his female companion, and at a glance he saw the man sitting leisurely on the sofa reading a magazine!
"Do you think it's necessary?!" Feng Xijue put down the magazine in his hand and raised his eyebrows arrogantly as he looked at his friend who was walking towards him.
"Hehe, you're just kidding!" Si Zhehan laughed and sat next to him, and the woman who came in with him also sat down.
A pungent fragrance hit his face, and Feng Xijue frowned subconsciously, "Han, your taste is getting more and more unique!"
Of course Si Zhehan heard the disgust in his tone, so he laughed twice and said to the woman next to him, "Baby, go get some styling, I'll wait for you here!"
"Han, I'll go in first!" Naturally, the woman wouldn't understand the meaning of the man's words. Before leaving, she didn't forget to give Feng Xijue a wink, but Feng Xijue didn't even look at her.
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"Isn't it true that you were still obsessed with the purple rose yesterday, and you changed it so quickly?"
"Haha, that purple rose doesn't seem to be that easy to get. I don't want to be lonely during this period, so I'm just looking for someone to fill the gap first!" Si Zhehan replied as he should.
"As I said before, be careful of getting sick!"
"Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen to me, but...you haven't touched a woman for so many years, so you are still guarding Peipei!"
Seeing Feng Xijue's face darken, Si Zhehan quickly jumped away and ran to the side, raising his hands above his head, "Pretend I didn't ask!"
"Humph!" Feng Xijue snorted coldly and took back the magazine that was about to hit him.
"Mr. Feng, this lady is already well!"
Ling Chuchu's style was ready, and the stylist slowly opened the gorgeous purple curtain. Feng Xijue and Si Zhehan's eyes simultaneously turned to the girl standing there awkwardly!
The moment they saw Ling Chuchu, they were all stunned. Even the staff next to them forgot what they were doing and just stared at her blankly.
