Chapter Eighty-Eight: She Was His Deep, Suppressed Longing.
Qi Youmian prepared a set of flying fish suits with silver patterns on a black background for Wen Jiulan.
The clothes that the teenagers often wear are plain colors, and Qi Youmian didn't pick too bright colors, but found a Hanfu store that he often buys to customize a set of black bottom trolling embroidered with silver flying fish patterns.
And in order to match the flying fish suit, Qi Youmian chose a late Ming gown from the wardrobe.
The stand-up collar robe with gold and silver lines on a black background has faint dark lines and brilliance, the snow-white stand-up collar and cuffs, and the gold-woven cloud buckle add a bit of gentleness and playfulness, and there is a square piece of gold-green embroidery on the chest and back, and the white fox is fluffy and gradient with a long tail, which does not look oppressive and heavy.
The caftan hangs down to the calf, just enough to reveal the dark green gold edge of the horse-faced skirt, and the intricate and gorgeous gold patterns will surge as you walk.
The ancient city also gave away makeup and hairstyling services, Qi Youmian was pressed in front of the mirror by the enthusiastic staff, and watched the staff take out the brand-new well-known brand cosmetics.
Seeing Qi Youmian's eyes lingering on the freshly opened cosmetics, the staff who was opening his makeup bag hurriedly explained, "You can rest assured, they are all genuine products within the shelf life, if you have a brand you don't like, we also have a backup, and you can replace it at any time." ”
"Is it the service of the special VIP ticket, or is it because of He Zhengsheng's orders?" Qi Youmian closed his eyes, asked the staff to apply moisturizing essence water to his face, and asked softly.
"It's a VIP ticket service," Qi Youmian's temperament is gentle and his smile is sweet, it is a sweet appearance that can easily make people take off their guard, and the staff is sorting out the makeup brushes, and they unconsciously talk more.
"It seems that a total of twenty special VIP tickets will be sent out for this lantern festival, and there is no way to confirm whether the VIPs who got the tickets will come, so they will simply prepare first, as long as there are VIP tickets, they will immediately notify us to come over and prepare."
At the same time, the stylist in charge of the hairstyle also arrived with a suitcase.
Qi Youmian let their professionals fiddle with it, and looked down at his phone.
Tong Lizi entered the store late, but his movements were fast, and the hairstyle was finished at this time.
Her hair had just been simply trimmed before the Chinese New Year, and the stylist looked at her orange and red Hanfu with raw edges today, and tied a cute double ball with two red bows with hairballs.
The little round face was calm on the surface, and when the stylist turned around to pack the box, he secretly raised his phone and took a picture of himself in the mirror.
Because of the nervousness, the action of taking pictures is as fast as a thief, and the photos look a little blurry.
【A chestnut】Xie Tiannian gave you money according to the ordinary fare, and he really took advantage of you! I didn't expect it to be made of makeup!
The boy's style is a little simpler and faster, and Xie Tiannian's voice speed is also super fast.
"Chestnut, you look good, oh woo woo, then I'll wait for you at the door of the store later! I'm going to be the lucky one to be the first to see a beautiful chestnut! ”
Samoyed rubbed people's ankles enthusiastically, wishing to lie down on the spot and let people be well
UA belly.
That silly and naïve temperament is revealed through the voice.
Qi Youmian clicked on the voice and listened, and couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes.
"Miss Qi, please raise your face a little......" The makeup artist said as she dropped the last touch on the little girl's eyes.
The mobile phone shook, and it was Wen Jiulan who sent a message privately.
[Wen Jiulan] is waiting for you at the door.
Qi Youmian tapped the keyboard with his fingertips, and heard the stylist also withdraw his hand and began to boast, "Miss Qi, you are really the most beautiful one I have done so many shapes!" ”
She said it sincerely, and the makeup artist packed her makeup bag and glanced in the mirror.
He also nodded his head again and again.
Qi Youmian just smiled, and the pear vortex was shallow.
"Thank you for your skill~"
The prompt sound of WeChat on the mobile phone was ringing, and Wen Jiulan glanced at it lightly, it was Xie Tiannian who posted a video in the small group, just look at the cover, it should be the Tong chestnut that was taken.
is also followed by a typo: the interest rate is really high, and it looks good to gnaw on the duck.
Wen Jiulan: ?
He frowned and stared for a moment, then struggling to decompose it—presumably saying that the chestnuts really looked good.
Look at the frequency of that typo, it's like using Parkinson's hand to knock on the nine-square grid input method.
Xie Tiannian is especially not enough, and he is crazy in the group @Wen Jiulan.
[Did the chestnut scold me today] Brother Wen Brother Wen Brother Wen! Yo Yo is not super good-looking!
Wen Jiulan's expression did not move, except in front of Qi Youmian, he had always been stingy with his expression.
Just casually thinking that the little girl looks good in whatever she wears......
"Wen Jiulan."
Wen Jiulan suddenly raised his head.
Qi Youmian stood on the steps of the shop and smiled at him.
The Ming Hanfu has a large capacity, and the stand-up collar is not low. But Qi Youmian has been dancing classical since elementary school, his body is tall and light, his neck line is slender and good-looking, and when he walked out slowly around the threshold at the entrance of the store, the gold edge of the chin of the horse-faced skirt swayed like water waves, sparkling and flashing.
Qi Youmian is not low in height, and his body proportion is good, and he looks extraordinarily tall. But the facial features are delicate and bright sweet, and the stylist made a double hanging bun for the little girl after thinking about it, and inserted it on both sides of the head. The golden green flower and leaf hair ornament is entered, and the stamens are strung with gold beads, and the spring is extremely light, trembling slightly with the owner's movements.
A slender ribbon with gold stripes on a black background was knotted through the hair ring next to the ear, and because a small golden bell was worn at the end of the ribbon, it naturally fell down, and the rest of the long hair was scattered behind him.
The double hanging bun is sweet, and the blonde green hair ornament is cold and dignified, mixed with a very personal style.
The little girl's skin was already white and translucent, and the makeup artist only made a shallow foundation, focusing on the peach blossom eyes that were looking forward to the brilliance, and the bottom of the eyes was a little red, which added a little bit of pity.
The most attractive thing is the red mole at the end of the eye, which is as red as blood, and a little bit the size of a grain of rice makes the bright peach blossom eyes a little charming.
Qi Youmian didn't forget to mention the lantern when he went out, the hand stretched out from the cuffs of the wide pipa sleeves was white and snowy, holding on to a delicate lantern, standing there with a smile, like a fairy concubine in the painting walking out.
Wen Jiulan was stunned for a moment, and her dark eyes stared directly at the little girl's increasingly delicate face.
The Adam's apple unconsciously rolled up and down, the paranoid desire in his eyes was almost uncontrollable, and the blood vessels all over his body were itching.
Qi Youmian was a little shy to be stared at, and turned around lightly on the spot, showing Wen Jiulan his clothes, the horse-faced skirt was slightly raised, and the bell at the end of the hairband rang softly.
"Is it pretty?" Her eyes were full of anticipation.
"It's beautiful." The boy's voice was lingering hoarse, as if he was struggling to suppress something.
With a focused expression, he raised his hand slightly, and touched the red mole the size of a grain of rice with his fingertips.
His eyes were half-closed, trying to hide the longing that was so thick that he couldn't dissolve it.
He muttered again, "...... It's beautiful. ”