Chapter 69 The beauty of the world is limited
Jiang Meiling ran back to her bedroom angrily, but she suddenly heard some noise downstairs, so she secretly opened the door and took a look.
It turned out that Fu Qinghan sent someone to pick up Jiang Shiyue.
It was still the same group of people as last time. The capable young woman handed over an extremely exquisite gift box with both hands: "Miss Jiang, your dress has been made. We will take you to the banquet later."
As they spoke, two men wearing white gloves walked out, opened the gift box, and carefully took out the dress from the box as if it were fragile ceramic.
As the dress unfolds.
Jiang Meiling, who was secretly looking at the corner, almost held her breath for a moment. This was a work of art, a work of art that could be worn on the body.
It is difficult to describe its shimmering beauty in words. I don't know what special fabric is used, it feels like holding a touch of flowing water in your hands. The color of the silk lining is almost exactly the same as Jiang Shiyue's skin color. If you put it on, it seems to blend into your skin.
The laser-cut lambskin lace pattern is exquisite and sewn on bit by bit by hand.
The overall look of the dress is neither too eye-catching nor loses its distinctiveness in the crowd.
It maintains just the right degree, not competing or grabbing, yet attracting everyone's attention.
Jiang Shiyue touched a handful of the dress material. It took a lot of effort to make a dress in two days. She smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Next comes the work of the styling team.
The hair falls softly on the shoulders, but there is a little thought hidden in it. The delicate braid is hidden in the hair ends, but it is looming as she walks.
The loose hair on the cheeks is just right, adding a touch of playfulness to the girl.
Her skin is whiter than snow, her eyebrows are picturesque, her lips are deep red, her eyes are as bright as stars, her eyelashes tremble slightly, and every breath she takes is full of the agility that belongs only to Jiang Shiyue.
Jiang Meiling was stunned for a moment. She had to admit that Jiang Shiyue was really pretty, and now she was even prettier, as if she had an innate nobility.
She bit her lips angrily and slammed the bedroom door shut.
When Jiang Shiyue went out, Fu Qinghan was sitting in the car. He was wearing a dark suit. In the dim night, his handsome profile seemed to be hesitant to speak.
To be honest, the beauty of the world is limited.
Whether it is myself or Jiang Meiling.
However, Fu Qinghan's perfection is not tainted with even a trace of worldly airs.
He is cold and indifferent. No matter whether he is by your side or not, you always feel that he is far away, three parts alienated and seven parts separated by clouds.
As the car door opened, Fu Qinghan raised his eyes slightly. He only glanced at Jiang Shiyue, his expression still as calm as always: "Miss Jiang, you look very beautiful today."
"Of course not." Jiang Shiyue seemed to be fondling the hem of her skirt. She blinked her eyes and said slowly, "Clothes make the man, and this dress exudes the fragrance of money."
The driver in the front row was silent for a moment. This was really a downer.
Fu Qinghan smiled without comment. He didn't look at Jiang Shiyue either. Instead, he leaned his head slightly on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and rested. He looked a little tired, but this tiredness made his temperament become lazy.
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Jiang Shiyue has been looking at him.
In her time and space, genes can be fine-tuned, but no matter how much they are fine-tuned, they cannot create such an ultimate man. That is why God is the best creator and artist.
(End of this chapter)