Jiang Meiling ran back to her bedroom with hatred, but she suddenly heard that there seemed to be movement downstairs, so she secretly opened the door and took a look.

It turned out that Fu Qinghan sent someone to pick up Jiang October.

It was still the same as the last wave, and the capable young woman handed over an extremely delicate gift box with both hands: "Miss Jiang, your dress has been made, and we will take you to the banquet later." ”

As he spoke, two men with white gloves walked out, opened the gift box, and carefully took out the dress in the box as if it were a fragile ceramic.

As the dress unfolds.

Jiang Meiling, who was secretly looking at the corner of the wall, held her breath almost for a moment, this is a work of art, a work of art worn on her body.

It's hard to describe its sparkling in words, I don't know what special fabric is used, as if holding a flowing water in my hand, the color of the silk is almost exactly the same as Jiang Yue's complexion, if you wear it, it seems to be integrated with the skin.

The lambskin lace pattern cut by laser is exquisite, and it is sewn by hand little by little.

The dress as a whole is neither overly overpowering nor losing its character in the crowd.

It maintains just the right degree, not fighting or grabbing, but it attracts everyone's attention.

Jiang October touched the material of the dress, and it took a lot of effort to make a dress in two days, and she smiled: "You have worked hard." ”

Next up is the work of the styling team.

The hair hangs gently and softly on the shoulders, but there is a hidden thought inside, and the delicate braided hair is hidden in the ends, but as you walk, it looms.

The broken hair on the cheeks is also just right, adding a bit of playfulness to the girl.

The skin is better than snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, the red lips, the apricot eyes like stars, the eyelashes tremble slightly, and the breath is unique.

Jiang Meiling was stunned for a moment, she had to admit that Jiang October was really good-looking, and now she was even more good-looking, it seemed to carry her innate nobility.

She bit her lip hatefully and slammed the bedroom door shut.

When Jiang October went out, Fu Qinghan sat in the car, he was wearing a dark suit, and in the dim night, his handsome face wanted to say goodbye.

Let's be honest, there is a limit to the beauty of the world.

Whether it's herself, or Jiang Meiling.

And Fu Qinghan's extreme is not stained with the slightest trace of human fireworks.

He is cold, he is cold, whether he is by your side or not, you always feel that he is far away, three points alienated, seven points separated from the clouds.

As the car door opened, Fu Qinghan raised his eyes slightly, he only glanced at Jiang Yue, and his complexion was still as pale as ever: "Miss Jiang, you are very beautiful today." ”

"Not really." Jiang October seemed to be caressing the hem of her skirt with love, she blinked her eyes, and said slowly: "People rely on clothes, not to mention that these clothes still exude the fragrance of money." ”

The driver in the front seat was silent for a moment, which is too sparkling.

Fu Qinghan smiled noncommittally, he wasn't looking at Jiang Yue, but leaned his head slightly on the back of the chair, closed his eyes to recuperate, and looked a little tired, but this tiredness made his temperament lazy.

Jiang October has been watching him.

In her time and space, genes can be fine-tuned, but no matter how fine-tuned, it can't create such an extreme man, so genius is the best creator and artist.