The car stopped in front of a private styling studio.

Mo Qian turned his head to look at Su Xiaoshen: "After you enter, you will say that I asked you to do the styling." Someone will help you. ”

Su Xiaoshen blinked his eyes and asked, "Do styling?" What to do? ”

"You talk a lot......"

“…………”

Su Xiaoshen was in his heart, and after scolding him countless times, he directly held his stomach, got out of the car, and then quickly walked to the door of the modeling studio.

When you open the door, you will see a pure white world.

The luxurious crystal lamp will be pure white space, and the background is extraordinarily simple and exquisite.

The stylists are busy here, sitting and styling the women who look like a young lady.

Each of these people is a darling of fate who lives at the forefront of the world of money, and everyone has such a sense of nobility.

Su Xiaoshen stood here, but he looked a little out of place.

A female receptionist stepped forward, looked at Su Xiaoshen, smiled and asked, "It's Miss Su, right?" ”

Su Xiaoshen nodded: "Mo Qian asked me to come." ”

"Please come with me......"

Su Xiaoshen followed the footsteps of the female receptionist and went upstairs to the Supreme VIP private room.

Inside, all kinds of cosmetics and beautiful dresses are readily available, which makes people dazzled.

Next, several stylists gathered around, and after they discussed it, they began to carry out an all-round transformation of Su Xiaoshen.

One stylist is responsible for makeup, one stylist is responsible for hairstyling, and the other stylist is responsible for picking clothes.

She has lived for 19 years, and she has always served others, and she has never been served.

An hour later.

Su Xiaoshen stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

IN THE MIRROR, HER FLAXEN-COLORED BOBO HEAD WAS COILED INTO A YOUTHFUL COIL OF HAIR BY THE STYLIST'S SKILLFUL HAND, PAINTED WITH LIGHT MAKEUP, AND LOOKED RADIANT.

The small knee-length dress with pink makes her already fair skin particularly delicate.

A pair of white haters the sky, increasing in height and lengthening the leg line.

In the mirror, she is lively, youthful, bright and moving.

Su Xiaoshen swallowed his saliva, looked at himself in the mirror, and said, "Oh my God, I'm so beautiful, I didn't expect that I still have such a side." ”

Several stylists also smiled with satisfaction.

Then, Su Xiaoshen stepped on the white sky-high and staggered out of the private room, and when she went downstairs, she kept clutching the railing, for fear that she would accidentally "grunt" and roll down the stairs and fall into a cripple.

At this moment, Su Xiaoshen summed up a truth, high heels are a woman's torture tool.

High heels are beautiful, but they are risky to wear.

It took Su Xiaoshen a lot of effort to come out of the studio.

At this moment, Mo Qian was not far away, leaning on the car, and the street lamp stretched his figure so long, so long.

He quietly looked at Su Xiaoshen who was standing at the door of the studio, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

However, the light in his eyes lasted only one second, and the next second was replaced by sadness.

He let out a long sigh, then took a drag on his cigarette.

In the smoke, he tightened his sword eyebrows and waved his hand at Su Xiaoshen.

Su Xiaoshen stood in place, holding the door of the studio with his hand, glanced at Mo Qian, and then walked in front of Mo Qian with difficulty, the center of gravity under his feet was unstable, and the whole person fell directly towards him.

Mo Qian opened his eyes, and quickly supported her and said, "Is it a woman?" "I can't even wear high heels.

Su Xiaoshen stood up with his arm and said, "Don't care about these details." ”

Mo Qian slowly opened the door for her, stuffed her directly into the car, and then sat in.

"Drive ......"

The driver immediately started the car.

"Where are we going?" Su Xiaoshen asked again......