Chapter Ninety-Eight: Make-up Party 2

Boxi's friend Qiao Song is an outsider, and his main business is a photographer for geographical magazines, and he can recognize Gu Jiang with the blessing of Toberxi.

Qiao Song stretched out his hand to welcome, "You are Gu Jiang, you have heard of the name for a long time." While jokingly teasing, "It's rare to bring a friend over, it's improved!"

"This is my friend Qiao Song, I'm here to bring my sister to play, what's the theme tonight?" Bo Xi ignored Qiao Song's teasing and asked.

"Victorian evening. Qiao Song made a "please" gesture, "Madam, please go straight this way, there is a servant in the dressing room who will serve you." ”

Gu Jiang saluted and walked to the dressing room with great anticipation. As he said, there was a maid in it, and the dazzling array of costumes was dazzling.

"Ma'am, would you rather be a princess, a noblewoman, or a commoner girl?"

Gu Jiang finally changed into a one-shoulder light blue dress, with several layers of petticoats added to it, and finally embellished it with a gauze brace with star lace, and the skirt brace was in the shape of a hanging bell.

The maid pulled her hair up with a large exaggerated BNT, and the jewelry was only a string of pearl necklaces.

"Ma'am, if you don't feel well with Bonet, you can take it off and give it to your attendant, and your bun will be perfect without Bonet. ”

The maid said respectfully, and finally put on her cloak, "Madam, this is your fan." ”

The gorgeous feather fan was inlaid with jewels, Gu Jiang couldn't help but think of the fan language he once understood, the fan of European noblewomen is not just a decoration, the fan and the fan have meanings, and they are used to communicate with people to cheat.

Gu Jiang's face was originally small, and the exaggerated bnt on her head set off her petiteness, and she walked to the hall of the party with her skirt.

The sky was completely shrouded in darkness, and the ornate chandeliers hung down crystal clear pendants, shimmering with brilliance, and the wind blew in through the windows, clanging and colliding, playing a pleasant music.

The bands are playing upbeat songs, and the pianists are immersed in their own musical world. Gu Jiang was wearing a mask and guessed which person on the field was Boxi.

There was a vampire with fangs, a knight in a knight's costume and a sword, and priests, bishops, nuns, and so on.

"Madam, do you want a glass of champagne?" As soon as Gu Jiang turned his head, he saw Qiao Song wearing a double-breasted dress, a light-colored vest, dressed as a gentleman, and holding two glasses of champagne in his hands, which seemed to be robbing the servant's job.

She wanted to refuse, but she was afraid of annoying the master, so she took it, "Thank you, Brother Qiao Song, what about Brother Boxi?"

"Why did the lady see me, did she have anyone else in her heart?" Qiao Song got close to Gu Jiang and pretended to be sad and said, "After I met the lady, I couldn't forget it." ”

Qiao Song's breath was too close to her, and she dodged his gaze, "Mr. Qiao, your behavior is not in line with that of an upper-class gentleman. "Take a fan and push the distance between the two.

Qiao Song chuckled, took a step back, and took a sip of champagne, "It's me who overstepped." I don't know what role Bo Xi will choose. ”

Gu Jiang frowned lightly, what identity would Brother Boxi choose?

"Gu Jiang, do you like Boxi?" Qiao Song seemed to be careless, but he was very sure.

Even though there was a mask in the way, Gu Jiang could feel her face turn red quickly, "I like Brother Boxi, who doesn't like my brother who is so good?"

"Frank enough, I appreciate you. Qiao Song threw a wink, "I'm going to entertain other guests, you can find your uncle and brother yourself." ”