The next afternoon, Purple high-end private image design hall.

More than a dozen clerks stood neatly opposite Zilong, each carrying a set of dresses in their hands.

Zilong's slender feet were folded, leaning back on the sofa, his eyes sweeping over the dresses in front of him.

"None of this will work, bring the dress I sent the day before yesterday."

After saying that, Johnny, the store manager, immediately took the dress that Zilong said.

Zilong glanced at it and said with satisfaction: "Take it and replace it for her." ”

Ruoyu, who was standing behind Zilong, only reacted at this second, and actually let her wear it.

Why? She thought that today she was accompanying Zilong to inspect his private design studio.

This design hall belongs to Zilong, in fact, Zilong is the internationally renowned designer Purple.

In the design world, Purple is very famous, and he has countless fans at home and abroad, but Zilong only likes to design clothes and doesn't like to be noticed, so he participates in design competitions through third-party platforms.

The outside world only knows that Purple is an Asian, but very few people know that Purple is a purple dragon.

Zilong devotes most of his time to the Longyun Group, and in addition to participating in international fashion competitions, he designs no more than 20 sets of clothes every year, so many celebrities are proud to wear evening dresses designed by Purple.

Ruoyu had also heard Tianxiu mention it before, and she knew that Zilong was so powerful.

"Why did you let me wear it?" Ruoyu didn't understand what it was to do.

On the side, Yang Yun replied with a smile: "Today, you accompany me and the big devil to a party." ”

Before Ruoyu could react, she was like a puppet, being put into the fitting room by several waitresses.

Zilong looked at Yang Yun with a serious face: "What are you still doing here, even if you kidnap it in a while, you have to tie up Tianxiu to me, do you know?" ”

"Slag." Yang Yun flicked his sleeves, saluted Zilong like a eunuch in the ancient court, and then ran away.

After a while, Ruoyu walked out of the fitting room, covered the position on his chest with his hands, and said shyly: "This skirt is too little fabric, can you change it for me?" ”

Zilong, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Ruoyu from head to toe.

The dress he designed was a backless fishtail skirt with a deep V-neckline, which was indeed very revealing, but it could well set off the perfect curves of the woman.

In fact, Ruoyu's figure is really good, and it can show the seductive charm of this dress very well.

Zilong forcibly removed his burning gaze, and then pretended to be calm and said coldly: "Don't stand there like a log, since you have the capital of Lu, don't waste it." ”

Wakaha: ......

Show your dead head.

Wasting your resources?

Zilong's mouth Ruoyu really wanted to seal him with tape, and he felt that as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a feeling of under-flattening.

Half an hour later, Ruoyu was dressed up as a stylist as if she had changed as a different person.

When she stood in front of Zilong, Zilong's dark eyes were completely fixed on Ruoyu's body as if she didn't obey the call, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

When he designed this dress, he imagined what the dress would look like when it was worn on a woman, but Ruoyu at this moment really amazed him.

Over the years, he has seen a lot of all kinds of beauties, which has caused Zilong's vision to become extremely high.

Ruoyu was in his eyes, at most she was a relatively immature woman, but he never expected her to be so beautiful when she dressed up.