Chapter 4941 Mr. Wan’s Heart Is Moved

"Okay." It took less than an hour for her to finish all her makeup.

Andy still held several brush heads in his hand. He stepped back half a step to admire today's 'work', with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

She finally showed her first relaxed and natural smile today, and said to Qiao Nian: "Miss Qiao, please change your clothes and see the effect."

The person under her hand had hung and ironed the clothes and handed them to the girl with both hands.

Qiao Nian took the clothes and went upstairs to change.

It didn't take her a few minutes to change her clothes and come down.

Ye Wangchuan came out of the study and was talking to Andy. When he came out, Qiao Nian had already finished her makeup and went up to change clothes.

So he didn't see Qiao Nian after putting on makeup.

Until Andy shouted: "Master Ye, Miss Qiao is down."

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyes and looked towards the stairs, standing up straight in an instant, his eyes filled with unabashed amazement.

What Qiao Nian finally chose was a high-end silver sequined skirt style, a mixed route of mature woman style but girly hair. The entire cutting line, the straight silhouette of the upper body feels like the liquid of the lower body, combined with the irregular long skirt, gives people a It feels both dignified and elegant.

Wearing silver buckle high-heeled shoes of the same color, the only part of her skin exposed is probably the white patch on her ankles.

The delicate snowy skin is like the brightest snow color in winter, and a little bit is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Ye Wangchuan's throat was a little dry, and he raised his hand to touch his itchy Adam's apple, as if an electric current flowed through his heart as if a feather had tickled him at that moment.

Caused a series of heart palpitations and tremors.

"It's so beautiful!" Andy was extremely satisfied.

She rarely sees people wearing black to look stunning at dawn.

Qiao Nian seemed to be born for the color black. The scorching sun burst out of the shell and crushed the inherent dullness of the black color, which was eye-catching.

She was brought into a unique realm, forming a breathtaking light.

"It's beautiful." Ye Wangchuan's voice became half hoarse, like intoxicating wine-filled chocolate: "You did a good job."

Andy didn't dare to take credit, and said modestly: "It's because Miss Qiao has a good foundation."

She told the truth.

The clothes Qiao Nian chose were not the ones that stood out from her row of high-end luxury items, but rather the clothes that were inconspicuous.

The clothes themselves don't have much design in them. The reason why Andy collects them is purely because of the stylist's ultimate pursuit of tailoring.

Good tailoring means beautiful lines, and the ultimate perfection requires not people wearing clothes, but clothes picking people up.

Most people can't suppress it.

Andy collected it but never imagined that anyone could wear it.

Until this moment, she could probably imagine what the designer's original inspiration for this dress should have looked like.

Qiao Nian is the muse.

Even she was itching to let Qiao Nian go into the entertainment industry, so she would definitely cooperate with Qiao Nian and experiment on girls with all her treasured clothes and the styles she wanted. Just thinking about it made her blood boil, and she was eager to try out a few more looks.

"Knock knock."

At this time, a knock on the door interrupted the chat between the two.

Ye Wangchuan leaned over and opened the door.

People outside send square gift boxes.

"Master Ye, I brought what you asked for."

"Thanks."

Ye Wangchuan took the things, thanked him, closed the door, and returned to the living room with the square box.

Qiao Nian has already come down from upstairs.

He walked over and handed the gift over: "This is for you."