The place where Zhang Minglang got his hair done was a last-minute arrangement.
He meticulously followed Huo Yeshuo's requirements and searched online for the most expensive styling studio in Haicheng.
After dropping Lin Zhenzhen off, Zhang Minglang went back to the company first. Once he was almost done with his work, he went to the airport to pick up Huo Yeshuo.
The weather was rather muggy today, and the sky seemed to be shrouded in layers of clouds, making it impossible for sunlight to penetrate.
As evening approached, the dark clouds overhead grew even thicker.
Huo Yeshuo got into the car as the last faint rays of the setting sun faded.
"Where's Lingzhen?" His voice was a little hoarse from staying up all night, but it was still very gentle.
It evokes the image of colorful sand slowly flowing in an hourglass.
"Miss Ling is still in the store." Zhang Minglang glanced at the rearview mirror. "Mr. Huo, would you like to go back and rest for a bit?"
Huo Yeshuo opened his eyes: "No need, go pick her up."
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"Miss, may I take a set of photos for you to use as promotional images for our store?"
Lin Zhenzhen turned around, and her back was reflected in the huge floor-length mirror.
The open back design fully reveals the superior shoulder and neck lines and slender shoulder blades.
Each shimmering pearl patch extends down the spine like a mermaid leaping out of the deep sea, a beauty that makes you want to take a second look.
"Excuse me, I don't take pictures."
Lin Zhenzhen frowned, turned around, and pointed to her back: "Can you remove this?"
"But pearls really suit you!"
The stylist was so excited to have such a beautiful client that he was inspired to try everything out on her.
Lin Zhenzhen said helplessly, "I'm going to someone else's engagement party, dressing up like this is too exaggerated."
The stylist quickly said, "It's not an exaggeration. These are all subtle and cleverly designed pieces. These patches won't be visible in slightly dim lighting."
Lin Zhenzhen's attitude was firm: "Remove it."
Helpless, the stylist could only mutter as she prepared makeup remover, "It would be such a waste not to go out and let others admire you dressed up so beautifully."
Lin Zhenzhen suddenly turned her head to look out the window.
The stylist turned around along with her movement and saw the person's face clearly.
"hiss."
Lin Zhenzhen felt a strand of her hair being tugged.
"Excuse me, miss." The stylist snapped out of her daze and quickly apologized.
"fine."
Lin Zhenzhen stood up and walked towards the door: "You're here."
Huo Yeshuo stopped, his gaze deep.
"Did you just arrive in Haicheng? Did you not get enough rest yesterday? Your eyes look bloodshot."
Lin Zhenzhen leaned closer, her eyes revealing undisguised concern.
Huo Yeshuo stared intently at her cherry-red lips, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
Lin Zhenzhen seemed a little confused: "What's wrong?"
"The skirt." Huo Yeshuo said slowly, as if the two words were being squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.
Lin Zhenzhen looked down and examined herself carefully, then asked in confusion, "What's wrong with the skirt?"
Huo Yeshuo took a deep breath: "That's not how you dress."
"ah?"
The stylists nearby gathered around: "This dress can indeed be worn in two ways."
She then draped the soft white gauze that had been hanging from her arms over Lin Zhenzhen's shoulders, transforming the off-shoulder evening gown into a halter dress.
"Oh, I see." Lin Zhenzhen gathered the fabric and tightened the skirt even more.
The stylist, undeterred, turned his gaze to Huo Yeshuo standing to the side: "Sir, I think your girlfriend's shoulders and neck are so beautiful, they would look better if they were shown."
"And her back is so thin and slender, it looks absolutely stunning with the pearl decorations on it. Look."
Lin Zhenzhen was pushed around and turned around. All around was silent, and all eyes were on her.
"Look, these pearl elements not only suit her personal style, but also complement the earrings she's wearing. It's simply..."
Huo Yeshuo's gaze swept over Lin Zhenzhen's earlobe, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Lin Zhenzhen turned around and happened to see his little expression.
She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Just take it for me, it doesn't look good."
"How could it not look good?!" The stylist was jumping up and down in frustration.
Lin Zhenzhen looked up at Huo Yeshuo, the light in her eyes dimming little by little: "He doesn't like it."
“That’s not what I meant.” Huo Yeshuo’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “The dress suits you very well, it looks great on you.”
"real?"
"Really, I like it very much."
A smile returned to Lin Zhenzhen's lips. She lowered her head, her ears blushing slightly. "I like it too, thank you."
"It's about time, let's go."
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