Chapter 1444: Mr. Cheng is jealous

The first set is a sky blue long skirt with layered hems. The fabric looks comfortable and elegant, and it also makes the waist look particularly slim when worn.

When Miss Shen came out with a smile, Cheng Zhiyuan sat on the sofa with no expression and nodded.

"nice."

"Yeah? I like it too."

The girl stood in front of him and turned around while lifting the hem of her skirt.

However, as he turned around, the large hollow design behind him came into Cheng Zhiyuan's sight.

The big V-shape shows the girl's smooth and fair-skinned back. When she turns, her butterfly bones look as if they are about to spread their wings and fly. The slightly concave arc in the middle makes her look youthful and sexy, which is really charming.

After completing a circle, Mr. Cheng changed his answer expressionlessly.

"This one isn't good, change it."

Shen Pianpian:???

The girl, looking confused, went back into the dressing room, holding up her skirt.

Cheng Zhiyuan sat on the sofa, lowered his eyes, and drank a cup of tea slowly.

Five minutes later the door was opened again.

This time she was wearing a deep red cheongsam with delicate and beautiful hollow patterns dotted in every corner. Her fair skin could be faintly seen through the lines, and the whole body was outlined with seductive lines by the design that fit closely to the body.

Shen Pianpian still turned around, winking at the man while walking up to him and hooking his chin.

"How about this set, Mr. Cheng?"

Mr. Cheng lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the thin and white long legs that were exposed under the short cheongsam, and continued coldly,

"The design is too ordinary, keep changing it."

Shen Pianpian: ...

The dress design director specially hired from France, who had been helping Shen Pianpian change clothes, twitched his mouth expressionlessly and entered the fitting room again with the equally confused Miss Shen.

What followed was an hour-long fitting process, during which Shen Pianpian, who was constantly being shaken by Mr. Cheng, finally exploded when she was once again ordered to continue changing with an expressionless face.

She was wearing a yellow dress with a large V-neck at the chest. She walked up to Cheng Zhiyuan holding the hem of her dress and stared at him with suspicion.

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: ...

The man shook his head expressionlessly.

"You are the most beautiful."

Shen Pianxian continued to look skeptical.

"So you're tired of looking at me?"

Cheng Zhiyuan had a serious face.

“You can never get tired of it.”

"So what do you think of these clothes?"

Mr. Cheng held it in for a long time, then slowly said,

“Personal aesthetic.”

"Then I think there's something seriously wrong with your aesthetic sense."

Miss Shen folded her arms and looked him up and down several times, and said unhappily,

"Mr. Cheng, I'm telling you seriously, it's hard for people with such different aesthetics to be a couple. If this continues, we might have to reluctantly break up someday."

Cheng Zhiyuan: ...

"I'll change it one last time,"

The girl raised a finger to him seriously and issued an ultimatum.

"If you still don't like it, I'll wear the blue one from the beginning. I like that one the best."

The image of a large exposed back suddenly appeared in Mr. Cheng's mind, and he immediately frowned.

Shen Pianpian became even more unhappy when she saw his reaction. She snorted and turned around and walked into the fitting room angrily.

After she came in, Cheng Zhiyuan was sitting on the sofa with his left leg folded over his right leg, tapping his knee slowly with his fingers, looking a little depressed.

Five minutes later, the door was pushed open again.

He raised his eyes and saw some white butterflies with wings spread out, ready to fly, adorned on the gauze skirt, looking very lively.

As the eyes slowly move upwards, there is a slender waistline that is so thin that it can be held in one hand, and further up, there is the perfect amount of shy and seductive ups and downs.

The girl slowly turned around, holding up the hem of her soft skirt. The butterflies on the skirt spread their wings and fluttered down to the ground.

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders. She gave him a lazy, inquiring look, looking particularly nonchalant under the light.