Chapter 3171: Little Warm-Hearted Man An An

"Well, I usually pay more attention to it. I want to match this headdress."

Ye Qingqing took out a princess crown from her bag, which was inlaid with many gems. This princess crown was given by Miao Tianxiang. When she was 18 years old, she attended the Parisian Debutante Ball of Madame Dilan. She was originally the designated princess, but because Princess Basha was ruined by her white lotus cousin Julie, Madame Dilan gave the title of the ball princess that night to Basha in order to make up for Basha.

Madame Dilan's Debutante Ball has a high status in the world. It is held once a year. Celebrities from all over the world flock to it for the title of the ball princess that night. It has a high gold content.

Ye Qingqing actually doesn't care about the title of princess. Other celebrities want to get the title of princess in order to marry a good husband, but she already has Lu Mo, and going to the ball is just to broaden her horizons. The title of princess really doesn't matter. It is more suitable for Basha.

But Miao Tianxiang remembered this in her heart, and then asked the designer to design this princess crown for Ye Qingqing, inlaid with many precious gems, and the price was naturally high. Ye Qingqing had never worn it. When she saw it by chance today, she thought of this past. Bazaar married Edward and lived a happy life. That unbearable past had long been healed by the current happiness.

She suddenly wanted to wear this crown. Since she was pretending to be young, she might as well pretend to be young.

The middle-aged hairdresser's eyes flashed. He was well-informed. The gems on this crown were not cheap. Although they were not big, their purity and color were all top-grade. Judging from the workmanship and style, they should be produced by famous artists. The price was naturally not cheap, and the market value was at least 200,000 or 300,000.

The hairdresser was very skillful. After a slight trim, he made a loose bun, and a few strands of hair fell on the shoulders, adding a little playfulness. Then put on the crown, it was full of girlishness.

Ye Qingqing was quite satisfied. This hair salon was introduced by Song Hongye. It was her first time here. She felt good about the middle-aged hairdresser, so she smiled and said, "Is it convenient to come to you to do your hair in the future?"

"You are welcome at any time. It is my honor." The hairdresser smiled. He also liked to serve rich ladies. As long as the service was thoughtful, they would become regular customers of the store and contribute a lot of money to the store throughout the year. Only a fool would refuse.

A day passed like this. Ye Qingqing went home to change into a cake skirt and put on a playful makeup. When she went out, Lin Shufang blinked her eyes and felt like she saw Ye Qingqing when she was young.

"You dress like you were eighteen years old. Wear more like this in the future. You look fresh." Lin Shufang said with a smile.

"Yeah, I will wear this every day in the future."

Ye Qingqing was very happy and decided to put away the dark clothes and wear all the light-colored new clothes in the closet. She changed one outfit a day to make Hua Lumo look beautiful.

"Mom is so beautiful." Jingjing flattered at the right time. Only by pleasing her mother can you get good results.

"No, you should call me sister." An'an's little mouth is even sweeter, and he will definitely not have trouble finding a wife in the future.

Ye Qingqing was overjoyed, hugged her little son and kissed him, took out a hundred yuan from her wallet and stuffed it into An'an, "You are so good, go buy some delicious food."

"When I grow this tall, I will have to call you sister."

An'an stood on tiptoe and compared it with her. Her little mouth was sweeter than honey. Ye Qingqing's eyes were smiling, and she took out another hundred yuan to reward the little guy. Jingjing next to her was furious.

"Sister, let's go buy some delicious food."

After Ye Qingqing left, An'an put away the hundred yuan and gave the other hundred yuan to Jingjing. Jingjing retracted her little fist. Her brother was quite conscious, so she didn't try to grab it.