Traveling back to ancient times: the training plan for strict wife control

Chapter 25 Mannequins
A few people were talking, but Die Er happened to pass by not far away, and when she heard these people's stinging words, pointing fingers and scolding her, she couldn't help but snorted coldly, glared at Qing Qing fiercely, and walked away angrily, Probably to find Mama Hua, after all, Mama Hua has really neglected Die'er in the past two days, and Hua Su even took up the place for her routine performance last night.

Qingqing doesn't care, let her go alone, it's still crowded.

"Sister Su'er, your clothes are very special, how do you make them, can you make me one too?" Hanfang asked enviously.

At first, they all felt that Hua Su's clothes were a little too revealing and not reserved enough, and they looked like exotic clothes. Seeing that she was so popular with the guests, they also wanted to imitate her.

There is no way, we are mannequins, and our green eyes are rolling around, thinking whether T-shirts and short skirts will become popular in Dahao in the future. Can't you open a clothing store that specializes in selling modern clothing?

But he said with a smile in his mouth:
"Why is it so difficult? Go to my room later, take the dress I wore yesterday, and just follow suit. It's very simple."

It is true that modern clothes are much simpler than ancient clothes. The cloth used for one set of ancient clothes is enough to make seven or eight sets of modern clothes. It is a waste.

Hanfang couldn't help being overjoyed. When the other girls saw it, some of them were more courageous, and their minds began to move, while the less courageous ones were more conservative and in a wait-and-see state.

Everyone was chatting, when they suddenly heard the commotion at the gate, they didn't know what kind of dispute had happened, a few curious ones were going to take a look, and Qingqing, also with the same mood of not seeing the excitement, What's more, she is now curious about everything about Dahao.

So he moved closer to the door, but he couldn't go to the gate, after all, it's not the time to open the door to pick up guests.

The noise came from the ticket office, and I saw a majestic but very handsome young man getting angry at the ticket seller:
"You guys are so unreasonable. When I came last night, you said that the tickets were sold out. I came early today, right? I waited in line for two hours and you told me that the tickets were gone again. Aren't you trying to make trouble with me? ?!"

(End of this chapter)