Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 85 I’ll be fine soon (please follow up)

Although several people sneaked into the room through the back door and were very careful, the hardwood floor still made a creaking sound.

The sound of them opening the door and timidly urging each other made the people communicating in the living room look at each other.

JCE shook his head helplessly and looked at his thin old friend Anna, "It seems that you scared the little guys."

"Yeah, that's what makes it interesting." Anna Wintour picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a half-smile in her squinted eyes.

She was used to being scared.

She has a bad temper, a cold personality, only smiles because she is in love, and is too obsessed with perfection. She has long been accustomed to not caring what others think of her.

Some people fear her, some love her; some hate her, some support her; some despise her, and some appreciate her.

No one can please everyone, so why not be yourself?

As for what they do and think, it has nothing to do with them.

"Do you want some red wine?" JCE asked.

"Whatever," Anna's face was expressionless and her tone was very calm.

"Then red wine," JCE shook his head and said, "I'll choose a bottle that you will definitely like."

"Oh, really?" Anna glanced at her friend, "I'm looking forward to it."

Upstairs, the cloakroom.

In front of the mirror, Liu Qianxi was combing her hair to make it look smoother.

Laura brought the cosmetic bag, and while looking for mascara and lipstick in it, she told Liu Qianqian in English what she needed to pay attention to later.

To put it simply, speak less or not at all.

You just need to leave a good impression on the other person and that's it.

Liu Qianqian nodded understandingly. She had watched "The Devil Wears Prada" released in 06 many times, so she naturally knew what kind of temperament the person sitting downstairs had.

But she didn't feel nervous at all.

Almost from the moment she got off the car, she had been holding Xiang Yang's hand.The second before she was interrupted by Little John in the car, she could feel the emotion conveyed in Xiang Yang's deep eyes.

The warmth coming from her fingertips made her feel that the previous tension began to disappear, turning into ripples like ice and snow melting.

He said, as long as he is here, there is no need to worry.

"Liu, I didn't expect you to be so white." Coming to Liu Qianqian's side with a pink dress, Laura put the dress in front of her and took a look, and said happily:

"Come and try on this dress. Your skin color matches the pink."

Pink is difficult to control.

It's a color that people either love or hate.

Because it can easily darken, it will make the person wearing it look darker if their skin tone is yellowish or dark.And because its color compatibility is relatively low and difficult to match with other colors, once it is not worn properly, it will be called "Death Barbie".

But pink also has a very good-looking effect. It can make people look more cheerful and more lovely and attractive...

"Xiang Yang is wearing a woolen suit and he's very handsome, but these two men are really unreliable, aren't they?"

"Yes, he is quite unreliable sometimes."

Liu Qianqian bent her eyes and smiled in agreement.

"Okay, go change your clothes quickly, and I'll prepare shoes for you." Laura smiled, she gently patted Liu Qianqian's delicate and smooth elbow, and handed the dress in her hand to the other party.

"Okay, thank you." Liu Qianqian took the dress and looked at it quietly.

Her fair and delicate face turned red in an instant...

On the men's side, Xiang Yang, who was not shy about changing his clothes in front of Little John, was looking in the mirror to check whether his tie was neatly tied, "Tell me, why did your dad let us wear formal clothes? Is it because we can't make mistakes?"

"I don't know about that." Little John looked embarrassed and sighed, "Don't mention it, I was wearing a white bodysuit at that time."

"Bai Tihe is not easy to make mistakes." Xiang Yang comforted casually.

If you don't say this, what else can you say...

<divclass="contentadv">Finally checked that there was nothing wrong with the brown wool suit. He moved his broad shoulders and said, "I didn't expect that your clothes fit me quite well."

"Yes." Little John pouted absentmindedly.

From the moment he came in, his eyes kept glancing at the door of his men's cloakroom.

He kept mumbling something.

"LoroPiana is really good. I didn't expect you to have quite good taste." Xiang Yang smiled with a relaxed face. This Italian high-end luxury brand is translated as 'Loro Piana' in Chinese. It is an old brand specializing in cashmere.

In addition to cashmere, his family’s best product is vicuña hair from Peru.

The quality and workmanship are not outstanding at all. A coat from 'MUJI' costs a little over 10 RMB.

OldMoney’s go-to travel jacket.

While the two were chatting, there was a knock on the cloakroom door.

For a moment, both of them became quiet and looked at each other.

"Why are you nervous?" Xiangyang frowned and looked at Little John, whose expression changed instantly, and asked as he walked to open the door.

Little John was tongue-tied, so he agreed with Laura that if there was no problem with the size of the dress, he would knock it twice. If there was a problem...

Knowing that he couldn't keep it secret, he quickly rummaged through the drawer of the cloakroom to find the tools he had prepared in advance, and said with an embarrassed look on his face:

"I...I prepared a sewing kit for you."

"sewing kit?!"

Xiang Yang, who opened the door, was suddenly startled. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that he was carrying a heavy piece of wood on his neck...

……

"Qian... Sixi, don't move."

"I...I didn't move. Hurry up..."

She closed her eyes hard and opened her delicate lips lightly.

Her fair skin was tinged with a blushing pink color, and Liu Qianqian, who felt her cheeks burning hot, was holding on to the clothes on her chest.

The hot breath hitting her back made her frown and made her heart beat faster and faster.

If it weren't for Xiang Yang's trembling and cold fingertips on the skin of her back, inadvertently touching her tender and hot skin...

If Xiang Yang hadn't turned pale in panic when he came in, Liu Qianqian, who was shaking at the moment, wouldn't have believed that this incident was not planned in advance.

"Wait for me, just give me a few more injections." Xiang Yang tried his best to control his mind. He kept cursing in his mind to maintain his rationality, which was about to collapse.

"Damn it!"

He felt like a waste. He had faced this situation calmly countless times, but now he was panicking.

It had been a long, long time since he had been so nervous while sewing.

A drop of sweat slipped from his forehead and slid down the hollow of his eyes to his eyelids. He quickly closed them, trying to prevent the sweat from falling into his eyes, but the instant pain made Xiang Yang's eyes a little hazy.

I couldn't help but get a toothache.

Hearing the sound, Liu Qianqian, who had her back to Xiangyang, suppressed her shyness and asked with concern: "You...what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Xiang Yang casually wiped his painful eyes with the back of his hand, then opened his eyes hard, "Don't move, I'll be fine soon, really."

"I'm not moving!"

I feel like I will be put into a dark room. I dare not describe it in more detail.