President, he is so charming to me

"Okay, James, hold back."

Seeing James' eyes shining around Meng Yanran, Ge Mingwei interrupted with some taste.

"William, she is really excellent, she also understands my paintings..."

"James!"

Seeing Ge Mingwei's face getting darker and darker, James stopped her passionate "attack" on Meng Yanran.

They were speaking French, and Meng Yanran was too embarrassed to intervene, only to see Ge Mingwen say something with a dark face.

James immediately looked at himself with some grievances, and did not continue to "chat" with him.

"I'm already looking forward to you when the modeling is over."

After James finished saying this excitedly, he went back to the small room before to fiddle with something.

Ge Mingwei walked to Meng Yanran's side, and said proudly, "I said he would like you."

Although the fact is true, Meng Yanran is still a little puzzled: "How do you know?"

"James is French. Although he has not been in China for a long time, he loves Chinese culture and the delicate beauty of oriental women."

Halfway through speaking, Ge Mingwei leaned forward, leaned in front of Meng Yanran for a glance, and said, "That's what you are."

Meng Yanran couldn't help being dumbfounded, and said with a smile: "There are so many beauties in China, so you just think he likes me."

Ge Mingwei turned around, turned and sat on the sofa beside him, shrugged, "That's the truth, isn't it?"

"Have you always been this amazing?"

"magic?"

Ge Mingwei didn't know why she used such words to describe herself.

"Maybe it's not very appropriate, but this word is in my mind right now." Meng Yanran returned a smile.

"Sit down?"

Ge Mingwei gestured for the vacant seat beside him with his eyes.

"How long will it take?"

She was asking about James' side.

After he entered the small room, there was no movement.

Ge Mingwei thought for a while, and gave an uncertain answer: "I don't know, sometimes he gets inspiration very quickly, and sometimes it's very slow."

"Inspiration? Need this?"

Isn't it just to make a shape, and you still need inspiration?Meng Yanran thought.

"Of course."

This sentence is said by James.

While the two were talking, James had come out of the small room without knowing when.

"Creating a shape is like completing a painting, which requires the burst and accumulation of inspiration."

James' Chinese is not very good, and he can't express many words, so he said this sentence in French.

Ge Mingwei explained to Meng Yanran very thoughtfully.

"However, from the moment I saw Ms. Meng, the inspiration in my mind has been pouring out continuously, and now I just express it on paper."

With that said, James handed the piece of paper that he had been holding to Meng Yanran just now.

Meng Yanran took it carefully.

It was a simple sketch with not many lines, and the outline of a woman was outlined with just a few strokes. It looked a little messy, but it didn't affect the beauty.

The hairstyle and clothing of the woman in the painting are clearly visible, but due to the simple lines, the style and design of the skirt cannot be seen completely, only an outline can be seen.

Looking at the unsure eyes of both of them, James became a little anxious, and said, "You will know when it's finished, it's a moment worth remembering."

James said, the excitement and excitement on his face couldn't be hidden.

As usual, James would not paint so crudely.

But today's inspiration came too fast. He was afraid that he would not be able to capture that moment, so he wrote much faster.

Meng Yanran and Ge Mingwei looked at each other, as if they were looking forward to it.

"shall we start now?"

James asked excitedly, rubbing his hands.

"Ah...Of course." Meng Yanran didn't expect him to speak so suddenly, and was stunned for a while.

After speaking, James couldn't wait to take Meng Yanran to the styling room.

He looked at Meng Yanran with an expression as if someone who had been hungry for a long time saw the delicious meat.

Although she knew that James would not do anything to her, Meng Yanran was still at a loss.

Ge Mingwei was left in the hall.

They went in for a long time, Ge Mingwei had nothing to do, he flipped through the magazines at random, they were all about fashion, he wasn't interested.

He hadn't seen James this excited in a long time.

Like his own attire, James, although not yet 30 years old, often looks extraordinarily old-fashioned.

It stands to reason that James is also a person who has been in the fashion circle for a while, and his personality should not be like this, but it is true.

Ge Mingwei has known him for several years, and seeing Meng Yanran now is one of the few moments when he is excited.

About two hours later, Ge Mingwei suddenly received a message on his mobile phone. He raised his eyebrows and showed a meaningful smile.

James got out of the stylist, and said to Ge Mingwei proudly and showing off, "Are you ready?"

"of course."

Ge Mingwei smiled faintly and put away his phone.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open.

Ge Mingwei has seen many beauties, but right now he is staring at this eye-catching "work of art", unable to move his eyes away for a long time.

At this time, Meng Yanran was wearing a gentle purple half-length mermaid skirt with an irregular skirt design, and the two beautiful legs hidden behind the skirt were faintly visible, which attracted people's imagination.The beautifully curved tube top makes the slender waist look like you can't help but hold it.

The beautiful black shawl curly hair complements the purple dress and outlines the perfect curve.Her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, and a chain-shaped purple diamond of pure color shone slightly under the light on her chest, reflecting her originally calm and gentle face.

Violet perfume, diamonds and necklaces added to her sense of sophistication as a woman.

The skin is weak and fat, bright eyes and white teeth, lips like cherry blossoms are slightly pursed.

Seeing that Ge Mingwei hadn't spoken for a while, Meng Yanran said uneasyly, "No...isn't it good-looking?"

Ge Mingwei shook his head, but still hadn't fully recovered from the beautiful scenery, "Didn't you see it yourself?"

"Not yet."

James hadn't let her look in the mirror, and she didn't know what she looked like at this time.

Ge Mingwei smiled and said softly, "Go and see for yourself."

James was smiling, too, with obsession, complacency, and appreciation in his smile.

Meng Yanran glanced at the two of them, then walked to the nearest mirror holding up her skirt uneasily.

After seeing the person in the mirror, she was stunned.

sky!this is me? !

Meng Yanran had never seen herself so irresistible, she didn't know that she could be so attractive.

She turned to look at James with surprise and disbelief.

"I said, this is a moment to remember."

James stepped forward and stood side by side with Meng Yanran.

The woman in the mirror exudes an irresistible magic power with every frown and smile.

"Thank you, James."

Meng Yanran said to him.

The change this time was not just a look, it also let her know that she was not Meng Yanran from her previous life.

Before, Meng Yanran was more or less affected by the emotions of the previous life, but now looking at the person in the mirror, she knew that the current self was completely different from the previous life.

At this moment, she seemed to be completely separated from before.

"No, I should be the one who wants to thank you, it's you who let me know that I can complete such an excellent 'work'."

James said solemnly.

"Okay, stop thanking you both," Ge Mingwei interrupted their conversation with a smile, "I need to take your 'work' with me now."

The latter sentence was addressed to James.

Hearing this, James looked at Meng Yanran several times reluctantly, hesitated for a long time before saying sadly: "Let's go..."

He turned his head and silently covered his eyes, as if he didn't want to see this sad scene.

"Come on, beautiful lady."

As Ge Mingwei said, he bent his arms and motioned for Meng Yanran to hold him.

"But, James..." Seeing James' actions, Meng Yanran asked worriedly.

"It's okay, just wait until he digests it by himself." Ge Mingwei said indifferently.

Meng Yanran still wanted to say a few words to James, but Ge Mingwei hugged her waist halfway through.

Ge Mingwei leaned in front of her and said, "My fiancee, I'm going to be late for the dinner."

Meng Yanran blinked her eyes.

After Ge Mingwei finished speaking, he left the shop with the woman in his arms.

Meng Yanran looked back in his arms, and was taken out before she could speak.

"Now is the time for the two of us, my beautiful fiancee." Ge Mingwei opened the car door for her.

James, who was pretending to be in pain, rolled his eyes at Ge Mingwei countless times when he heard this.

A man who forgets his brother when he has a woman!

Seeing his most perfect 'work' being taken away, James felt as heavy as an old mother marrying her daughter.

Moreover, she married a scumbag!

While waiting for Meng Yanran to do the styling, Ge Mingwei had already changed his clothes, and other stylists in the James store also did it for him.

According to James' request, Ge Mingwei's suit is in the same series as Meng Yanran's skirt, and the two look very suitable when they stand together.

Ge Mingwei expressed his satisfaction, and casually sent James a WeChat red envelope of 200 yuan.

James rolled his eyes back.

Ge Mingwei smiled, put the phone back into his pocket, and asked Meng Yanran behind him, "Are you seated?"

"All right."

"Then we have to go, beautiful Miss Meng."

Ge Mingwei gave Meng Yanran an encouraging look and started the car.

Here, James, who was still regretting his work in the store, suddenly received a 200 yuan WeChat red envelope from Ge Mingwei on his mobile phone. He almost spit out a sip of water while drinking water.

What a joke, he is the chief stylist in the French fashion industry, and many celebrities are rushing to ask him for styling.

The cost of a styling, if converted into RMB, is at least six figures. This 200 yuan red envelope means several things.

James immediately rolled his eyes back.

After a while, James thought about it, and still accepted the red envelope, no one wants the free money.

After receiving the free red envelopes, James lay lazily on the sofa, squinting his eyes and recalling the perfect "work" just now, the more he thought about it, the more satisfied he was, and he was already planning the next styling idea in his heart.

At this time, James has completely forgotten that he is the stylist who started out in six figures, and now he just wants to catch up with others and do styling for others.