Xiao Lin is a professional model, and her wardrobe definitely has a suitable dress for Gu Xinyan. With the clothing problem resolved, Xu Xiangbei also breathed a sigh of relief.
He chuckled: "Xiao Lin’s closet is full of beautiful clothes. I think there’s a purple strapless long dress that’s quite nice. Let’s lend it to Gu Xinyan for now, and she can return it after the party."
Xiao Lin’s beautiful eyes flashed with confusion: "How do you know I have a purple strapless long dress? Did you rummage through my closet or sothing?"
Xu Xiangbei gave a bitter smile. That day, while replacing Xiao Lin’s faucet, he glanced into her bedroom and saw a gorgeous purple gown on the bed.
Luckily, Xu Xiangbei adapted quickly, wiping sweat from his forehead: "I’ve seen you wearing it before. That dress is very beautiful, extrely beautiful."
Xiao Lin was still a bit suspicious: "That purple strapless dress is my favorite. It’s Prada, worth ten thousand US dollars, and I don’t usually wear it. When did you see wearing it?"
"Hehe, well, the one I saw and the one you ntioned might not be the sa dress, might not be the sa."
Seeing Xu Xiangbei’s sowhat fearful expression, Xiao Lin sneered contemptuously: "Humph, not only are we not talking about the sa dress, we’re not even in the sa universe."
Trailing Xiao Lin to her ho next door, Xu Xiangbei wheeled Gu Xinyan right inside. However, as Gu Xinyan went in, Xiao Lin stopped him at the door.
Xiao Lin smiled mysteriously: "You’re a man; you shouldn’t watch us won trying on clothes. I’ll change Xinyan’s clothes for her and send her back to you without a hair out of place."
Xu Xiangbei’s plan failed, and he awkwardly smiled, missing the chance to sneak into Xiao Lin’s house by just a step. Who knows what other cute and mysterious outfits he might have seen? He had to retreat: "Well, I’ll wait for you then. Please make our Xin Yan sister look stunning."
Won choosing clothes can be quite a skillful task. Xu Xiangbei specifically checked the ti, realizing it had been half an hour already, yet Gu Xinyan was still inside Xiao Lin’s room.
A shadow flashed at the door, and Xu Xiangbei thought Gu Xinyan might have changed into her gown and co out. It turned out to be Ouyang Jiahui rushing inside breathlessly. She looked furious: "Which idiot left the elevator stuck upstairs? I had to run up the stairs, oh gosh, I’m exhausted."
Ouyang Jiahui was so tired that her curly explosive hairstyle was skewed. She grabbed the water jug on the table and guzzled down a big cup of water.
After drinking water and sitting on the sofa to catch her breath, Ouyang Jiahui finally realized only Xu Xiangbei was in the room. She curiously asked: "Where’s Gu Xinyan? Did she go on ahead?"
"She went to your best friend’s to change clothes. I suspect she might be done by the ti the party ends."
"Oh, really? Should I change my outfit too then? It’s an important occasion. Wait for , I’ll go to the bedroom to change into a pretty gown as well."
Xu Xiangbei felt like dark clouds covered the sun; everything seed dark as he pulled out a cigarette and smoked slowly. By the ti they change clothes, it might be until the next ice age ends, when spring warms the land.
When Xu Xiangbei smoked his fifth cigarette, he finally heard Gu Xinyan’s laughter coming from the corridor.
The door creaked open, and Gu Xinyan wasn’t in the wheelchair; instead, she walked into the room gracefully.
She was wearing a red-brown asymtrical gown, exposing half of her jade-like, snow-white shoulder. Her slender collarbone perfectly complented her look.
She even applied a bit of makeup, with eyeshadow shimr flashing like a rainbow, and her eyes sparkling like stars.
The dress fabric was soft and fitted, almost like a brush in Picasso’s hand, beautifully delineating her stunning curves, making her appear like a transcendent girl walking out of an oil painting.
At this mont, Ouyang Jiahui also ca out of the bedroom. She was startled, staring dumbfounded at Gu Xinyan standing at the door: "Wow, Xin Yan sister looks so beautiful. Luckily, I’m not a man; otherwise, I’d be moved."
"Sister Ouyang, this is a dress Sister Xiao Lin lent , Prada’s limited edition.
Xu Xiangbei chuckled: "People really do depend on clothes, and horses on saddles. She seems like a different person."
Xiao Lin gently helped Gu Xinyan settle into the wheelchair: "Of course, Xin Yan sister is originally a beauty. With a beautiful dress, she’s naturally unparalleled. Your eyes must have gone straight and can’t look away."
"Hehe, I wasn’t talking about the clothes; I ant the harness looks really nice."
Three won simultaneously scolded Xu Xiangbei: "You’re the harness, you’re the horse. We’re talking about clothes here."
Ouyang Jiahui’s dress was also nice, but her style was completely different from Gu Xinyan’s. She was a tomboy, more neutral.
When Gu Xinyan and Xiao Lin were changing clothes, Xiao Lin also revealed her desire to attend the film company’s party. She was a well-known model, and attending such a party and eting a big director could help her cross over from the modeling world to the film industry, becoming a crossover celebrity.
Since Xu Xiangbei let Ouyang Jiahui attend the party, in order to thank Xiao Lin for lending the dress, Gu Xinyan agreed to attend the party together with Xiao Lin.
With a slightly playful tone, she smiled at Xu Xiangbei: "I want Sister Xiao Lin to go to the party with us. Brother Xu, do you think that’s okay? Brother Xu, do you think it’s okay?"
Gu Xinyan usually had a cold aura, but she wasn’t incapable of acting coy. Ever since she learned the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist and could stand up, her mood gradually brightened, and she learned to act coy.
When she acted coy, she was even more delicately charming, inspiring affection. Calling "Brother Xu" twice could make Xu Xiangbei’s bones lt.
Xu Xiangbei felt his bones lting at being called and helplessly shrugged, smiling cheekily: "No problem, as long as the car President Huang sends has enough seats. Even if it doesn’t, Miss Ouyang can drive herself over. We’re a unit, going to the party together."
Xu Xiangbei’s phone rang, and a deep-voiced middle-aged man spoke: "Is this Mr. Xu? I’m the driver for Qinghai Company. Our President Huang sent to pick you up. I’m already downstairs at the apartnt in a black stretch Lincoln."
Upon hearing it was a stretch Lincoln, Xu Xiangbei laughed. It seems Huang Qinghai is treating him quite well, using his own special car to pick up.
"Alright, we’ll be down right away."
He bead as he told the three ladies: "Wonderful, ladies, you’re all grood and ready. The car is here, and we’re set to go. It’s President Huang’s special car, a stretch Lincoln. You could practically lie down in there without any problem."
Ouyang Jiahui stuck out her tongue, looking thrilled: "I heard President Huang has a stretch Lincoln. I’ve seen it at the film studio but never sat in it. Now I have the chance to sit in it."
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