In the past, Ye Lan always had the final say in the clan. Even when she was young, as long as she put on the clan leader's robe, almost no one dared to speak loudly to her.
So she actually didn't know how to deal with other people's excessive enthusiasm.
At the moment, he could only change his clothes one after another, then walk out for a walk, listening to Miao Lanying and the waiter's exclamations and praises one after another, his expression was very numb.
For those who practice cultivation, appearance is just a shell.
Besides, the original body's face was about 70% similar to hers, so she didn't feel anything special when looking in the mirror every day.
But others have a completely different opinion.
Because Ye Lan's face is so outstanding and her temperament is so unique, she can handle almost all clothes.
In the end, even the store manager couldn't help but take out the store's treasure, a several-meter-long snow-gauze embroidered long skirt.
"This is the masterpiece of our master craftsman before he retired. Unfortunately, we still haven't found the most suitable person for it. If you like it, you may want to give it a try."
Ye Lan lowered her eyes and saw the fairy-like and exquisitely crafted skirt. Even the most unskilled person would be dazzled.
Everyone loves beauty, and this skirt is extremely beautiful in both texture and design.
Ye Lan wanted to buy the dress for the first time, so she nodded and said, "Yes."
Then she entered the fitting room again.
A few minutes later, when she came out again, Miao Lanying, who was waiting outside, was nowhere to be seen. The waiter said that she had gone to answer the phone.
Ye Lan understood and turned around to stand in front of the mirror to sort out the final details.
The waiter beside him stared at her in amazement. "It's so beautiful! I've been here for so long, and you're only the third customer to wear this dress. But no one looks better than you. It's like it was tailor-made for you."
Normally she might have meant this as a compliment, but this time she was completely sincere. She even felt that her words were too inadequate to describe even one tenth of the girl's beauty.
At this moment, a group of people passed by the store window outside. One of the figures suddenly stopped and looked straight into the store.
A few seconds later, the figure rushed in.
"Ye Lan, take off that skirt you are wearing. I want it."
The arrogant voice of the visitor broke the originally harmonious atmosphere in the store.
Ye Lan and the waiter turned their heads and saw a girl who was also about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Ye Lan knew this person.
It was Pei Zhenzhen, who went to the same school as her and was thrown into the pond by her at the Ye family dinner.
"Zhenzhen, why are you here? This is..." A group of people followed in from outside. One of the boys pulled Pei Zhenzhen's arm and was about to speak, but was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"If she can come in, why can't I?" Pei Zhenzhen pointed at Ye Lan and shouted, "I want the skirt she's wearing now. Make her take it off and wrap it up for me immediately."
The girl was always arrogant. In the past, a group of people would tolerate her because she was pretty, but today they all frowned.
The store manager and the waiter opposite also looked at her as if she was mentally retarded.
Pei Zhenzhen realized something was wrong later and frowned, "What are you looking at me with? What kind of service attitude is that? You still think I'm inferior to this poor country bumpkin."
"What a country bumpkin, Zhenzhen, don't talk nonsense about others, she..." The thick-skinned boy wanted to stop her, but when he looked up and took a closer look, he suddenly exclaimed, "You are... Ye Lan?!"
Ye Lan glanced at the other person and ignored him.
The boy took a deep breath and was unable to recover for a long time.
He also attended the Ye family's dinner not long ago. The stunning scene of Ye Lan appearing in the hall in a white dress is still vivid in his mind.
It's just that the distance was far at that time, and a series of things happened afterwards, so they couldn't remember it clearly when they recalled it later.
Now that I face this face directly, I find that the girl is completely natural. She has no makeup on and is wearing that expensive fairy-like dress, but it doesn't look out of place at all. In fact, the exquisiteness of the dress is even overshadowed by her.
Others believe that clothes make the man, but she does the complete opposite.
Seeing the boy's obsessed look, Pei Zhenzhen couldn't help but feel jealous and angry. She turned around and said even louder, "Now I not only want her skirt, but I also want you to kick her out. I don't want to see such an unlucky person while trying on clothes and get in my mood!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the face of the store manager opposite instantly darkened.
She maintained her good manners and a polite tone, saying, "Excuse me, miss. This is a private custom clothing store. You need to make an appointment in advance to enter. Also, I asked you to try on this skirt, and it is not for sale."
What?
Pei Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment in her frenzy, and only then did she see the "Haute Couture" sign written on the side of the face. Her face froze and quickly turned the color of liver.
She was so embarrassed that she almost found a crack in the ground to crawl into.
But then she started to hate Ye Lan again.
If she hadn't seen Ye Lan here, she wouldn't have mistakenly thought that anyone could enter the store. Thinking of this, she couldn't bear to look at the beautiful dress she was wearing even more.
"How can a country girl like her, who has never worn good clothes since she was a child, have any taste in clothes? I think the size and style of this dress are more suitable for me. I want to try it on too."
She thought that if it was not for sale, she was looking for a model to display the clothes. She was very confident in this aspect, and the dress really became more and more beautiful the more she looked at it.
"..." The store manager was speechless, but he knew that only distinguished customers could come to this floor to consume, and he didn't want to offend them, so he could only discuss it with Ye Lan.
Ye Lan had no objection, the clothes were not hers anyway.
Afterwards, the store manager thanked her profusely and took more than a dozen photos in advance as a backup before handing the changed skirt to Pei Zhenzhen.
Finally, she reminded him, "This is purely hand-sewn. Please be careful when you try it on, Miss Pei."
Pei Zhenzhen was a little impatient because of her previous embarrassment and said, "It's just a skirt. If it breaks, I can compensate you. How much is it?"
The store manager heard her ostentatious tone, but he didn't get angry. He smiled and said, "Ten million."
Ten million?!
Pei Zhenzhen's hands trembled and she almost dropped the skirt. She even suspected that she had heard it wrong.
The boy who came with her quickly stepped forward to help, reminding her, "This shop is a century-old brand. Many celebrities make reservations here for their haute couture. Millions are just the norm. This piece is probably the work of the royal tailor. You really have to be careful."
After saying this, Pei Zhenzhen felt even more unable to hold the skirt...
In the end, the others helped to carry her into the fitting room. After about ten minutes, the door was reopened and Pei Zhenzhen came out carefully holding the hem of her skirt.
When everyone saw it for the first time, they felt that it was far worse than when Ye Lan wore it just now.
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