Near noon, Yun Piaopiao and Zheng Zhuoyi walked out of the women's clothing store with a handbag.
"Eat."
Zheng Zhuoyi stretched out his hand and pulled Yun Piaopiao towards his car.
"Are you going to a concert after dinner?"
asked Yun Piaopiao as she walked with Zheng Zhuoyi.
"The concert is half past seven in the evening."
Zheng Zhuoyi opened the car door and let Yun Piaopiao sit in the co-pilot's seat.
"What is half past seven in the evening" Yun Piaopiao looked at Zheng Zhuoyi complainingly: "Then why did you ask me for a day off, we can come out in the afternoon to buy clothes." ” Zheng Zhuoyi sat in the driver's seat and looked at Yun Piaopiao angrily: "Where did you come out in the afternoon?"
This is a very important business event, and there is a lot to prepare. ” "I've bought clothes, I've bought shoes, what else do I need to prepare?"
asked Yun Piaopiao, puzzled.
Zheng Zhuoyi started the car and said, "After eating, we will prepare the same." ” After lunch, Cheng took Yun Piaopiao to an image design studio.
Yun Piaopiao looked up at the signboard of the design studio and asked puzzledly, "What are we doing here?"
"Only the dress is not perfect for the concert, but also the delicate makeup."
Zheng Zhuoyi replied as he took the lead in the design studio.
Yun Piaopiao hurriedly followed and walked into the design studio.
I saw a waiter greet Zheng Zhuoyi warmly and let him into a VIP room.
"You're a regular visitor here," Yun Piaopiao asked Zheng Zhuoyi in a whisper.
"Of course."
Zheng Zhuoyi stroked his white hair with his hand, and said proudly: "My hair is all made here." ” "Your gray hair is made here" Yun Piaopiao frowned and looked at Zheng Zhuoyi, with disdain in her tone: "I can tell you in advance, they don't want to touch my hair." ” "This image design studio is famous in S City.
Most people have to make an appointment to come, but I am a customer here, so I can come without an appointment. ” Yun Piaopiao wanted to argue a few more words, but her eyes turned slightly and she saw a person walking into the VIP room.
He walked up to Zheng Zhuoyi with a smile and bowed respectfully: "Mr.
Zheng, your exclusive designer is already waiting in the dressing room." ” "In addition to me today, there is also this lady who is also going to do image design."
Zheng Zhuoyi stretched out his hand and pointed to Yun Piaopiao beside him.
"Then may I ask this lady, do you have any requirements, I can introduce you to the right designer according to your requirements."
The man bowed politely to Yun Piaopiao again.
Yun Piaopiao waved his hand at the man: "I don't need it, I am" "Find her the best designer who will accompany me to a concert in the evening."
Zheng Zhuoyi didn't finish speaking, so he commanded the man.
"Oh, you two are going to a concert.
Mr.
Zheng, rest assured, I will introduce a good designer to this lady, and I will definitely make her beautiful to attend the concert with you.
The man said that, and stretched out his hand to Zheng Zhuoyi and Yun Piaopiao and made a "please" gesture.
Zheng Zhuoyi smiled at the man, then took Yun Piaopiao's hand and walked out of the VIP room together.
Yun Piaopiao was pressed to sit in front of a mirror in a powder room.
She watched as a designer curled her hair in a curler of various sizes.
Yun Piaopiao's eyes showed nervousness, she looked up at the designer who was busy with herself, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to design me to look like?"
"Of course it's the best look for you."
The designer had no expression on his face and wrapped his fluttering hair in a turban.
She picked up a small watering can and said to Yun Piaopiao, "Excuse me, close your eyes." ” "What are you doing?"
asked Yun Piaopiao softly as she looked at the small watering can aimed at her.
"Hydrate you first, it's easy to apply makeup."
"What to put on makeup" "Aren't you going to a concert, of course, I'm going to give you a proper makeup."
The designer stretched out his hand to cover Yun Piaopiao's eyes and instructed, "Don't open your eyes." ” A spray of water fell on the cloud's cheeks.
She closed her eyes and asked, "Zheng, where is Zheng Zhuoyi?"
"Mr.
Zheng is in the dressing room next door."
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"Is he also putting on makeup next door?"
asked Yun Piaopiao as she opened her eyes curiously.
"Well, he's going to have a proper makeup look too."
"Do men wear makeup too," Yun Piaopiao muttered quietly.
The designer looked at Yun Piaopiao with amusement: "This lady, I'm going to start laying you a primer, from now on, you try not to speak." ” "Oh."
Yun Piaopiao nodded unnaturally, closed her eyes and stopped talking.
Time passed little by little, and Yun Piaopiao cooperated with the designer to sit quietly in the chair.
At this moment, the door of the dressing room was gently pushed open, and a person quietly walked in.
Yun Piaopiao looked at the person standing behind her through the mirror, her eyes slowly widened, and her eyes showed a look of surprise: "You, you are" The person standing behind him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a ruffian smile: "Why, am I handsome and you can't recognize me?"
"Zheng Zhuoyi, you are Zheng Zhuoyi," Yun Piaopiao exclaimed as she turned to look at the person behind her.
Zheng Zhuoyi approached Yun Piaopiao a little more, and leaned down slightly: "It's not me, who else do you want to be?"
Yun Piaopiao reached out and gently grabbed Zheng Zhuoyi's hair: "This is not a hood, it is real hair" Zheng Zhuoyi pushed Yun Piaopiao's hand away from his head: "Of course it's my own real hair, you messed up my hairstyle." ” "You, you cut your hair short and dyed it black," Yun Piaopiao asked softly, still unconvinced.
"What does it mean to be dyed black?
I am Chinese, this hair is originally black, I just restored its original color.
Zheng Zhuoyi said as he played with his hair in the mirror.
"I'm used to seeing your long white hair, and suddenly I can't get used to seeing you with short black hair."
Zheng Zhuoyi turned to look at Yun Piaopiao when he heard this: "It's not what you said, I am wearing a suit with long white hair, which is nondescript."
Didn't I listen to your advice and make a change?
” "When did you care so much about my opinion," Yun Piaopiao asked rhetorically, pouting.
"I've always cared about your opinion."
As soon as Zheng Zhuoyi said this, Yun Piaopiao lowered his head embarrassedly.
Zheng Zhuoyi also felt a little embarrassed, he pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the designer, and asked: "How long will she need it?"
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