The girl in front of her was wearing a British school uniform, white socks on her legs, and black wedges. The messy hair was dyed back to black, and even a hair mask was put on, turning it into long black and silky hair.

The heavy makeup on Xia Rujin's face was washed clean, and the stylist put a thin layer of foundation on her, painted her eyebrows, and applied pink lip balm on her lips.

The girl in the mirror is young and beautiful, with long legs, like a sweet student model in a picture book.

Xia Rujin stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

Is this her?

This...... looks very much like Xia Rujin, and I saw my mother when she was young from the photo.

No, it's more beautiful because of the makeup.

Leng Muhan walked in and was stunned for a moment.

Stylist Sam was very excited and pointed at the orchid: "Oh, President Leng, are you satisfied? This little sister is definitely a model-level figure." If you look at the proportions of this leg, it's the golden ratio. ”

"I measured it just now, this little sister is a standard nine-headed body. Look at her facial features again, her nose is high, and her eyes are the best!

"Tsk, skin...... This skin is so good. I just put on some moisturizer and some foundation, and it's so pink. ”

“......”

Xia Bijin was pushed and shoved by stylist Sam, and turned around like a doll in the window to show Leng Muhan.

The stylist Sam couldn't stop praising her, and almost praised Xia Rujin to the sky. However, Xia Bijin suspects that a large part of the ingredients are stylist Sam's desire to attract super big customers like Leng Muhan.

Xia Rujin looked at Leng Muhan's silent and calm face, and suddenly got angry out of nowhere.

Xia Rujin pulled the shoulder strap and was annoyed: "I don't wear this thing!"

The shoulder straps were torn by her, revealing her chest, but fortunately there was a corset inside, so it was not exposed all at once.

Leng Muhan, who had been expressionless, suddenly moved. Almost a second later, he draped his blazer over Xia Rujin and covered her chest that she wanted to expose.

Sam, the stylist, was taken aback: "Hani, what's wrong with you? Not satisfied? This dress is Dior's latest." It fits you just right, and you can wear it at your girlfriends' parties. Woowoo...... If you don't like it, you can say that I still have several ......"

Sam, the stylist, was on the verge of crying.

Xia Rujin was a little unbearable. This pot shouldn't be his back. The dress is really good-looking, and it also sets off her complexion, but she is very unaccustomed to being cared for all of a sudden.

It's a strange feeling.

She is not used to not adapting, she does not want.

Because she had prayed for her father's concern countless times, but all she was waiting for was disappointment.

......

Xia Rujin looked at Leng Muhan. The latter said lightly to the stylist Sam, "It's okay. I bought this broken dress, sent the bill to my assistant, and I am very happy with your look. Next, I'll buy a year of platinum VIP service from your styling studio. Every month I send her over to take care of her. ”

"In addition, you can also pick out what style she wears every month. The money for the clothes was sent to my assistant as usual. ”

Sam, the stylist, "burst into tears" and was so excited that her fingers were trembling and her face was flushed.

Xia Bijin strongly suspected that if she wasn't here, it was estimated that he would rush over and hug Leng Muhan and kiss him a few times.