Unfortunately, it's really difficult to find a suitable person for a craft job who is willing to learn and improve, and whose aesthetic sense aligns with hers.
We can only take it one step at a time.
When Qi Yuran arrived at the store, he noticed that she was wearing a French tea dress that he had given her.
Green polka dot floral pattern with ruffled edges.
Her hair was loosely tied back.
Very lazy.
She also has a very feminine charm.
She was already fair-skinned, and this bright color made her lips and teeth appear even redder, and she looked radiant and beautiful.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Qi Jinjiu followed behind him and saw him staring intently at Shen Zhiyi. Helpless, she shook her head and gave him a sharp rap on the head from behind.
"What are you standing there for? Call someone!"
Qi Yuran came to her senses.
Seeing Shen Zhiyi looking at her with a smile, the tips of her ears turned red.
Hello, sister.
"Thank you all for your help," Shen Zhiyi said with a smile. "And thank you, Boss Qi, for patronizing my business."
"Why are you being so polite with him?" Qi Jinjiu chuckled, walked over, grabbed Shen Zhiyi's shoulder, and spun her around.
"You should thank yourself for your own aesthetic sense."
"There's no one in the whole city who makes flowers more beautifully than you."
"But why did you suddenly realize this today? You know how to dress yourself up so beautifully."
"It's rare to see you wearing such a fitted dress."
"Our Yibao has such a great figure, I'm even a little jealous."
Shen Zhiyi smiled and nudged her, "Stop fooling around."
"I wanted to take photos with flowers."
"Sure!" Qi Jinjiu said excitedly, "I'll take the photos for you when I'm done with my work."
This wasn't Qi Jinjiu's first time helping out; she was already very familiar with many of the procedures.
Roll up your sleeves and get to work.
Qi Yuran was completely bewildered.
He approached Shen Zhiyi, carrying a pile of flowers and wrapping paper.
"Sister, please teach me."
"Okay." Shen Zhiyi took the flowers from his hand. "Put this and this together, and then..."
Qi Yuran lowered his eyes, staring at the person who was so close to him.
She was very close.
His arm was almost pressed against his.
Sometimes she would even walk past him to take the flowers from the table.
The fragrance emanating from her body wafted into his nostrils.
He saw her fair nape, her slightly pink earlobes, and her thick, long eyelashes.
He leaned toward her uncontrollably, getting closer and closer.
She explained and demonstrated with great care and focus.
Completely unaware, the man behind her had already placed one hand on the table beside her waist.
With his other hand, following her instructions, he handed her the flowers on the table, placed them close to her arm, and hovered there, fiddling with the bouquets without ever moving an inch away from her.
He even bent down and put his head next to her face.
From behind, it looks like she's being held in someone's arms.
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