He called ten numbers, but Zhong Yuxi was not there.
Ten people went in, while the others waited anxiously outside.
The so-called meter is to walk around the T-shaped stage. The king and several highnesses will press the corresponding number if they feel it is appropriate. These people will enter the next round.
"Xixi, I'm a little nervous." An Ran held her hand and said worriedly.
"Whatever makes you nervous, I'm not nervous." Zhong Yuxi patted her friend's shoulder: "Don't worry, if I can't choose, I'll find another job."
An Ran looked dejected: "Then when will you be able to repay the money you owe me?"
"No. 8, Zhong Yuxi." A clear voice sounded, and it was finally Zhong Yuxi's turn.
An Ran accompanied her into Chufang Hall. The hall inside was divided into more than twenty small rooms, and there was a professional makeup artist in each room.
An Ran took out the little dress and made a fist towards her: "Xixi, come on."
The makeup artist skillfully combed Zhong Yuxi's hair and put on makeup. When the makeup was done, even the makeup artist was slightly surprised. This girl was so beautiful and eye-catching, with transparent black hair, a princess bun with a flower pinned to it.
A silver butterfly, ready to fly. A fair and clean face, soft and delicate skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are shining like stars. There is a small mouth under the bridge of the small nose, with thin lips and slight corners.
She bent upwards with a naughty smile. She wore a white dress with lace trim. Her legs were straight and slender without any fat. Her whole body was pure and tender, like a budding flower.
Hibiscus, spotless.
"Which noble lady is this? She is so beautiful." The makeup artist sighed in her heart.
"Thank you." Zhong Yuxi stood up and bowed deeply, being humble and polite.
The makeup artist hurriedly said: "You're welcome, you're welcome." She was the first one to say thank you to so many people, and she couldn't help but silently wish her a smooth promotion.
"Oh, Xixi, I brought the wrong shoes." An Ran screamed, with an annoyed look on her face. She knew that Zhong Yuxi was not used to wearing high heels, so she specially found a pair with shorter heels, but she was too anxious when she went out.
, I took the wrong one in a hurry.
Looking at the heels that were more than ten centimeters high, Zhong Yuxi brought the shoes over, looked at An Ran and asked, "Do I have to pay for these shoes?"
"Oh, whatever you said, it's all my fault." An Ran stamped her feet anxiously.
"That's good." Zhong Yuxi winked at her slyly: "Wait for me for a while."
An Ran didn't know what she wanted to do, and watched blankly as she ran out with her shoes.
As soon as she got out of the back door, she suddenly bumped into someone in her hurry. She staggered and was about to fall. The man stretched out his long arms to help her. Zhong Yuxi raised her head and smiled at him: "I'm sorry."
No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it can't compare to your smile.
These words were echoing in Xuanyuan Shangyu's mind at this time. The girl in front of him suddenly looked like an elf blown by the spring breeze, exquisite and exquisite, and too beautiful.