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Chapter 268 This President’s Painting Style Is Wrong (32)

Yelin's fist was hidden in front of her lips, and she coughed a few times, trying to interrupt the stylist's praise.

The stylist didn't seem to understand, so he paused, brought Ye Lin a cup of warm water to moisten his throat, and continued to praise the long skirt with light flowers and slits, the curves were round, and the calf with snow-like skin.

Ye Lin's eyes were sharp.

The stylist's eyes were almost glued to Hua Qianxi's body, Ye Lin's face was ashen, and the surrounding air pressure was very low.

So low that Hua Qianxi couldn't help shivering.

It seems...he was really angry.

Although Hua Qianxi didn't know what Ye Lin was angry about, and she didn't know who offended him.

But for the sake of his own life, and the opportunity to win the reception after so much effort, Hua Qianxi swallowed her saliva and took a big step back.

"I'm going to change this suit now!"

I don't know whether to call Hua Qianxi cute or cowardly.

He randomly chose an evening dress in the cloakroom, and hurriedly hid in the fitting room.

The stylist caught a glimpse of the dress casually held by Hua Qianxi's little hand, and suddenly felt a little reconciled.

Because the dress is too ordinary in comparison, it is not as stunning as the current dress on the little girl.

As an international stylist, he has always pursued perfection, and his Adam's apple moved, what else did he want to strive for.

But seeing Ye Lin staring at his increasingly gloomy face, the stylist swallowed back the words on his lips.

……

The evening dress Hua Qianxi is wearing is the most conservative long skirt with a large skirt. The wide silk belt with ironed rhinestones is tied with Hua Qianxi's slender waist.

However, this evening dress was not tailor-made for Hua Qianxi, and the skirt looked a little long, so Hua Qianxi had to carefully lift the skirt, for fear that she would step on the lace edge of the skirt.

"It's too long." Ye Lin frowned, folded her arms, and stared down at Hua Qianxi's long, ankle-less skirt.

The faint blue veins on Hua Qianxi's forehead are slightly convex again.

Why is this stinky man always looking for trouble?

Ye Lin stepped forward, stretched out her hand and lifted the skirt with a light jacquard pattern, revealing the tip of the crystal shoe, on which a star-shaped crystal was ironed.

Ye Lin narrowed his eyes, and his eyes melted into a smile.

It looks like Cinderella's glass slipper, but this little girl is not Cinderella, she has always been his little princess.

"The shoes are good." Ye Lin hooked the corners of her lips.

Hua Qianxi raised the corner of her skirt with a complicated expression, put her little feet in front of Ye Lin, and lifted her little feet. The crystal shoes didn't fit her feet, as if they were a size too big.

He raised his little foot, and the crystal slipper was hanging on his tiptoe, precariously.

"too big."

Hua Qianxi acted like a baby unconsciously.

Yelin nodded, "It's pretty big."

"..." Anyone with a discerning eye can see it!
Just as Hua Qianxi was about to put on the shoes angrily, Ye Lin walked around the cloakroom again and chose a pair of crystal shoes with flying butterflies on the toes.

From the tip of the shoe to the slender heel, butterflies, big and small, gather together for decoration, clustering around the small crystal shoes as if they want to fly.

"this is not bad."

Yelin picked up the shoes and weighed them in his big hands. The shoes were about the size of his palm. Yelin squatted down and gently lifted Hua Qianxi's slightly long skirt. Hua Qianxi subconsciously stepped back a few steps, but Ye Lin grabbed his ankle.

"do not move."

Ye Lin snorted.

She took off the slightly larger crystal slipper on Hua Qianxi's foot, and put on the shoes he had chosen for her.

(End of this chapter)