"Young grandma, do you want to be simple and generous, or grandiose? Can you tell me what you think. The stylist asked while taking Yan Qiluo to choose clothes.

"I wanted to wear a dress without very tall and thin heels, I'm not used to wearing too high heels." Yan Qiluo recalled that in the past, she had never participated in such an evening dress entertainment, and she rarely wore high heels, in case she was ugly, it would be bad.

"Okay, so do you think this pair fits?" The stylist lifted a pair of flesh-colored strappy high heels for her, and the heel was only about four or five centimeters.

"I'll try." Yan Qiluo stepped into the shoes, and the stylist adjusted the straps for her.

"Looks like your calves are very slender, are they comfortable?"

"Hmm." Yan Qiluo nodded.

"Then match this dress." The stylist picked up a champagne-colored sundress, the shape and cut were very simple, but the patchwork was embellished with a lot of broken diamonds, which looked high-end and not high-profile, and Yan Qiluo said that he liked it very much.

When Yan Qiluo came out after changing her clothes, the stylist sincerely exclaimed: "Your figure is so superior, this dress is simply tailor-made for you." The stylist couldn't help but compliment her as he looked back and forth.

Yan Qiluo, who took off her loose coat, actually has such a bumpy figure, with a thin waist and long legs, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the waist-to-hip ratio is a golden ratio. What's more, Yan Qiluo is actually very material.

Wen Muyan changed into a suit, and walked over when he heard the movement in the cloakroom.

His gaze fell on Yan Qiluo, her current appearance is worthy of eight words: her skin is like condensation, and her pearls are round and jade.

White to glowing complexion, not dry or just right body, fat where it should be, thin where it should be thin. There are no muscular lines and no signs of relaxation. Such a figure is as if it has been carefully carved by the heavens.

"Young grandma, wait a minute, we will help you invite Teacher Huang and the hairstylist over."

"Okay." Yan Qiluo nodded and turned back and forth in front of the fitting mirror. It's really good-looking, she doesn't know who this stylist is, but her taste is really good.

Yan Qiluo's unfastened strap was loosened when she turned around, she was a little unsteady, and Wen Muyan subconsciously hugged her.

Probably didn't expect Wen Muyan to appear here, Yan Qiluo's face turned red suddenly.

Wen Muyan looked at the girl in her arms, and now she has no fat powder, and she is facing the sky. Her skin was blown, and her delicate earlobes were red. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, and as thick as her hair, her eyelashes hung low like a doll. Beauty is really beautiful even a strand of hair. Wen Muyan suddenly came to such a conclusion.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too delicate, and the two quickly straightened up.

It's terrible, Yan Qiluo subconsciously covered his chest, and he actually felt like his heart was pounding. She had never had such an experience, including being with Gu Qian. Being happy and being electrocuted are two different things, and she's not stupid, she can still tell the difference.

"You...... How did you end up here? Yan Qiluo asked.

"I can't trust your taste, come and oversee the work." Wen Muyan smiled narrowly.

"Thank you so much for your personal efforts, Mr. President." Yan Qiluo glared at him and shot back.

"We're going to the dinner as husband and wife, so you can't call me president." Wen Muyan looked at her puffing up and felt even more funny.

"Okay, okay, Wen Muyan."

"Call me Mu Yan, it's too rusty to even call me with a surname and a surname." Wen Muyan's tone was undeniable.

"Mu ...... Mu Yan. Yan Qiluo's ears were a little hot, isn't it too intimate to call it like this, it looks like a real husband and wife, and there is no sense of boundaries all of a sudden. She turned her back in embarrassment.

As long as she glanced back, she would see Wen Muyan's expression.

Happy, surprised, confused.

These two words came out of her mouth, and they were so pleasant?

"Young grandma, we're here." The stylist and others knocked lightly on the door.

"You guys go to work, call me after putting on your makeup." Wen Muyan threw down a sentence, "Run away from the wilderness."

Yan Qiluo sat quietly in front of the makeup mirror and let Teacher Huang apply it on his face. For the first time, she was thrilled to see the master's technique up close. Huang Yiping "scribbled" on her face for half an hour and then finished the work: "It's really easy to put makeup on you, you see, your bone physiognomy is very standard, we don't need to correct the early stage, just slightly modify and deepen the facial contours on the eye makeup." ”

After Huang Yiping finished setting makeup for Yan Qiluo, he asked Yan Qiluo to open his eyes.

It is really from the hand of Huang Yiping, Yan Qiluo found that he was so good-looking for the first time. Although there are not a few people who praise herself since she was a child, she only thinks it is perfunctory, this time she feels like she is dreaming: "Thank you, Mr. Huang, I like this makeup so much." ”

Yan Qiluo took the prepared bag and walked out the door. It can be regarded as a long time of tossing, Wen Muyan is probably a little anxious to wait.

In fact, Wen Muyan was really anxious, and after he couldn't count how many times he looked inside the door, he finally saw Yan Qiluo walking towards him.

Wen Muyan couldn't help but shake his head, he found that the "substitute" he was looking for did not seem to be a "substitute", but a treasure.

"Mu Yan, I'm ready, shall we go?"

Yan Qiluo's words pulled Wen Muyan back to reality, and he bent his arm and gestured to Yan Qiluo.

Yan Qiluo took his arm and walked out of the door together.

Wen Muyan is so tall, Yan Qiluo secretly aimed at him, he is 168, how can he be in his early seventies when he wears high heels, he is actually a head taller than himself. She likes tall men very much, and thinking of this, she can't help but move some distance from Wen Muyan.

Too close is too dangerous.

Wen Muyan suddenly noticed her subtle adjustments.

Why, do you want to stay away from yourself like that?

Is he a jackal or a tiger or leopard, is it possible to eat her?

Wen Muyan was a little unhappy in an instant, and his face became gloomy.

Along the way, Yan Qiluo and Wen Muyan didn't talk much. Wen Muyan was sulking, and Yan Qiluo was thinking about her own thoughts. Just drove all the way to the mansion.

As soon as the car stopped, someone respectfully opened the door for them and guided them inside. Yan Qiluo held Wen Muyan firmly, thinking that he didn't know anyone in such a big place, and he didn't know the road, and it would be funny if he got lost.

Wen Muyan saw that she was well-behaved and docile, and most of her anger disappeared in an instant.

It seems that I will have to take her to the banquet in the future.