Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Jiang Qiao looked at the words she sent, and turned his hand holding the cup.

Then he replied: Go to bed first.

The cloud is overwhelming and I won't go back. I plan to fall asleep after taking a shower.

She is still busy during the day and will definitely be very tired.

She was called by Cui Nan almost when she slept until eight or nine in the morning.

The sweet model exhibition is held in the center of Milan, and there will be well-known models from many countries.

She had to rush over to make up and try on clothes.

This time the costume designer is a well-known designer from Milan. This year, she is 40 or 50 years old. She is well-known in the world. Many wealthy people have to spend a lot of money to design wedding dresses.

The designer is not short of money, so he only picks up what he likes.

People don’t look at things.

The clothes in this model show are all designed by her. The clothes are generally more unrestrained and sexy, but with some hidden beauty.

This one on Yun Fanfan’s body is deliberately picked. The clothes are very close to the body. The back is almost exposed, and the shoulders are designed with creases. The beige creases are a bit transparent and wrap around from the shoulders. , Hung to the back, like the wings of an elf.

When she was standing still, she could vaguely see the snow-white skin on her back. As soon as she walked around, the fluffy yarn immediately followed her movements, and her back suddenly became bright and dark.

People couldn't help but want to reach out and take a look at the light gauze on her back.

Cloudy hair was also curled up, and a willow-like headdress hung down her hair to her neck.

After she put on her makeup, another domestic model also arrived.

But she was not the only one who was there, she was also followed by a man.

The other party was tall and dressed in a suit. When he saw her, his eyes were astonishing, but it didn't make people feel offensive. After he nodded to her, he left his eyes.

A polite appearance.

Yun Fanfan was ready, she gave up her position to the opponent and followed Cui Nan out.

Halfway through, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to take her bag, so she let Cui Nan go first, and she turned back to get the bag.

The door of the dressing room was just concealed, and Yun Yun was a little embarrassed when he heard the sound coming from inside.

She heard a male voice in it saying: "That girl was invited with her sister? She looks really cute, but she doesn't look like a model, and she doesn't seem to have any advantages compared to her sister."

She heard such words as soon as she came, and it was too late to avoid it.

Then I had to stand against the wall for a while.

When Xiao Bai Cai heard those words, he immediately said angrily: "Shit, my host is the best, okay?"

Yunfan reminded it: "Little cabbage, you are not allowed to swear."

She can't interfere with what others think of her.

And she didn't care.

If you care about what others think of yourself every day, then you should be tired of living.

After waiting for a minute or two, Yun Fanpan felt that it should be almost time to enter, and immediately opened the door.

The boy was sitting in a chair and playing with a mobile phone. The makeup artist hadn't arrived yet. When she saw her pushing the door in, the other party looked up and froze.

Yun Fanfan said apologetically on his face: "I'm sorry, I forgot to take the bag."

After speaking, she took her bag in her hand, and then said, "Excuse me, you continue."

Turned and left the room.

Fan Zheng looked at her back and put the phone back in his pocket.

With exaggerated smoky makeup on Yun's face, the model wants to show clothes, not sell herself.