Bai Qianqian returned to the hotel, took a quick shower, and put on a beautiful makeup for herself.

Just as she was figuring out what to wear, the doorbell rang.

"Probably the takeout arrived."

Bai Qianqian opened the door while struggling.

But in the next second, a man in a windbreaker squeezed directly inside.

Bai Qianqian was startled, and opened his mouth to shout.

Unexpectedly, the man's eyes were quick and he covered her mouth.

She subconsciously grabbed a key from the shoe cabinet next to her, and was about to plunge it into the acupuncture point of this disciple.

"Shhhh

Who knows, but the disciples did not feel the danger at all.

Instead, he booed quietly.

Bai Qianqian only felt inexplicably familiar.

She couldn't help but take a closer look at this 'disciple'.

Only then did I find out that the eyes of the disciples were ...... So familiar......

He, he's not...... Lan Xichen!

Bai Qianqian, who was about to play the black hand, was stunned for a moment.

Lan Xichen didn't know that just now he was simply on the verge of danger, a crazy temptation!

He saw that Bai Qianqian was no longer struggling.

Only then did he tentatively let go of Bai Qian's mouth.

Then take off your mask, hat and windbreaker.

Unceremoniously sat on the white sofa, and glanced at the white light who was stunned on the ground with a smile.

said: "Little fan, pour a glass of water for your idol!" ”

Bai Qian paused for a moment, and then he reacted.

She is a fan of Lan Xichen!

What should a fan do when he sees an idol for the first time?

Screaming with excitement? She was too tired to get excited.

Autographed group photo? She looks like she already has!

Why do you want so much? Can it still be eaten as a meal?

What else can you do?

Bai Qianqian couldn't think of it, so he simply broke the jar and broke it.

Directly for Lan Xichen, he took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and threw it to him.

He said indifferently: "Drink." ”

After that, I continued to go to the cloakroom to figure out what clothes to wear to the banquet.

Lan Xichen looked at Bai Qianqian's attitude, and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

He unscrewed the mineral water, drank a few sips, and unceremoniously followed Bai Qianqian to the cloakroom.

"Are you going to play in any game?"

Lan Xichen said as if unintentionally.

"Well, my father's bureau shouldn't be too grand, but it can't be too casual."

Bai Qianqian didn't pay attention to Lan Xichen's expression.

She picked up a small royal blue dress and compared it on her body, then frowned and muttered, "It's too old-fashioned, it's too formal......"

"How's this one?"

It seems that the white light prefers the blue.

Lan Xichen casually took out a knee-length small skirt from the blue series of skirts.

The upper body is a shirt style, with some folds on the left half of the lower body, and he also holds a black and blue contrasting belt.

This skirt and belt, whether it is paired with small high heels or martin boots, is very eye-catching and designed.

Bai Qianqian only glanced at it, and her heart was instantly moved, and she immediately decided that it was it!

She found another oversized black suit-style jacket.

After driving Lan Xichen out, she quickly put on this outfit.

Because this outfit has an ol style.

In his own world, Bai Qianqian was originally a powerful white-collar worker.

It really complements the temperament of this dress.

She thought about it for a long time and chose a black sequined little heel to match this outfit.

If she is out on the street, she must choose black martin boots and wear a little Bailey's hat, which must be the brightest cub on the whole street.

But this is a banquet, and her wearing this kind of OL style is already incompatible with the small skirts and big skirts of the girls at the banquet.

If she didn't even wear a small high heel, she was afraid that her adoptive father Bai Jun would order her to change her body on the spot!

While thinking, she grabbed her hair casually, draped it down, put on a blazer, stepped on ten-centimeter high heels, held Xiao Xiang's sequined small handbag in her hand, and slowly pushed open the door of the cloakroom.