Ning Xia, who worked decisively and was respectfully called "Lord Ning" by industry insiders, returned to her high school days overnight.
Her mother, who had suffered from illness and...
"Change your clothes."
Okay, Ningxia should stop making trouble for this bad temper.
I casually took a piece of tissue and wiped off the lipstick.
There is a lounge behind Ningxia's office, and he walked in.
Ten minutes later, Ningxia came out wearing a pink dress with a knitted cardigan, her hair half-down, and a pair of white sneakers.
Instantly turned back into a sweet high school student.
It was the first time that Jiao Bo saw Ningxia without makeup, and his eyes lit up.
She excitedly circled around Ningxia several times, "Xia Xia, how did you make up such a cute face like that? Is makeup really that magical?"
Another straight guy,
Ningxia: "Wasn't I beautiful just now?"
"Super beautiful, but you're completely different now."
"I wouldn't even recognize you if you walked on the street like this." This is absolutely the truth.
He tutted, "If I had a sister as beautiful as this, I would spoil him to the sky."
Jiao Bo said with emotion: "Xia Xia, if you come to negotiate a contract with me like this, my trust value will drop by 80%."
At this time, Jiao Bo also understood why Ningxia was dressed like that.
Judging people by their appearance does exist in the workplace, and Ningxia's outfit is indeed unconvincing.
"Uncle Jiao..."
Xiao Zichen raised his eyebrows silently at Ningxia, as if asking why Ningxia called Jiao Bo uncle.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
Jiao Bo retreated quickly, as he could not afford to offend this ancestor.
Ningxia wanted to go racing because he loved it in his previous life, but he never had the chance to go in this life, so he took this opportunity to satisfy his desire.
"Xiao Zichen, do you want to play?"
"Let's play together. We have extra cars."