The whole city is looking forward to Jun Shao's divorce

Rococo has never seen such a scene.

She waved her hands again and again: "I, I'm not here for consumption, just to talk about things. I can't accept your services... Besides, the clothes here seem to be very expensive. It's a waste for you to use them on me."

Rococo was really embarrassed to accept the manager's kindness.

But the manager begged in every possible way: "Are you angry at the security guard's rudeness just now? So are you passing that anger on to me now?"

He is a big man of 1.8 meters nine, and when he speaks, he looks sad.

Seeing that, Luo Keke felt very sad: "No, I'm not angry, really, but I may only come once, and I may never come again in the future, maybe in this life, this kind of service should be charged, I have no money. "

The manager said: "No charge, it's just because you are our 888 guests today, our store will arrange a dress-up feast for 888 guests every day, and we don't charge a penny, not even the meals you use. TOLL."

Luo Keke was stunned: "Is there such a good thing?"

The manager smiled and said: "Yes, you are the girl chosen by the God of Victory, my Highness, please accept all of this, otherwise... how guilty and uncomfortable I should be, if you don't accept it, you are dissatisfied with us ah……"

Such sincere words.

It made Rococo unable to accept the manager's arrangement.

It was also at the moment when Rococo nodded in agreement, the manager puffed up his palms very happily.

"Papa papa" after a few sounds.

A group of waitresses appeared in front of Rococo, scaring Rococo.

"Welcome Miss Rococo."

The unanimous welcome speech surprised Rococo again.

How did they know their names?

But before I could allow myself to think too much, the group of waitresses began to work.

First of all, all the wardrobes hidden in the wardrobe were opened.

God, there are at least a thousand pieces of clothes here.

They are all famous brands, such as Chanel, Hermès... There are even some very high-end things that I can't even name.

Rococo felt that those should be the legendary hand-made custom models...

Among the waitresses, although everyone is dressed the same.

But Rococo obviously felt that their skills were different.

The division of labor is clear.

Those who choose clothes choose clothes, those who choose makeup make up, and those who choose shoes choose shoes.

Tailor-made designs will also be made for Rococo.

Customize hair.

Luo Keke looked at himself in the mirror, suddenly lost, and felt that he was dreaming.

The manager of the restaurant was always by the side, and Luo Keke felt sorry for it, and said once: "Otherwise, forget it, I still don't do it, it's too much trouble for you."

Rococo didn't expect the restaurant manager to cry.

That level of sadness is like falling out of love.

"Do you think that our service is not good? You just need to say it, and I will correct it immediately, but please don't want us to serve you, we still need to eat..."

"Yes, is it that serious?"

Rococo asked.

The manager burst into tears: "Yes, customers are our gods. If God doesn't want us, what's the point of us being alive."

Is this all rising life and death?

Rococo couldn't help admiring the culture of this restaurant.

How do you train your employees like this?

Let her be a person who doesn't spend money, but she can't wait to empty all her pockets, and she must spend a lot of money here.

Seeing that Rococo finally stopped worrying about this matter, the manager let out a long breath.

There is no great culture in high-end restaurants, it is nothing more than the money is in place but not in place.

Money can turn ghosts, let alone people.

A wealthy young man then called him 1000 million and asked him to buy these things.

As a senior restaurant manager, this kind of thing is not a piece of cake.

Of course, the manager of the restaurant is also a fine person. Since he agreed to this business, he must pay something for this business.

The makeup artist, costume artist, and hairdresser invited today are all employees of the top stores nearby.

Absolutely want to serve this young lady well, how can denying the favor of the rich and young.

after an hour……

The barber is done.

The makeup artist is done.

The dressmaker is done.

Rococo came out from behind the fitting room and stood in front of the mirror.

A gleam of satisfaction was visible in the eyes of one of the waitresses.

The manager of the restaurant on the side was even more amazed.

"Too beautiful!"

"It's like a fairy descending."

"Miss Luo, you really opened my eyes."

This is the power to turn decay into magic.

Just need to make up and dress up!
You can forge an ordinary girl into a lady of high society.

If Rococo walked out in this suit, if he didn't get accosted, the energy of the restaurant could tear out his eyeballs.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Rococo was also startled for a while.

She didn't expect that she could have such a beautiful time.

There is no messy bangs drooping on the forehead, and the pale skin is kept so bright under the red embellishment all year round.

Even the eyes that had been dull all the time became much brighter.

Not to mention this simple and elegant little skirt.

Like a princess.

She has a good figure, especially the calf, which is very thin and long.

The chest should be prominent again.

A water-blue diamond-encrusted dress with a pinched waist looks like Cinderella.

"Miss Luo, are you satisfied?"

asked the restaurant manager.

Rococo was in a trance: "I can't even recognize myself, is this really me?"

The restaurant manager performed a princely etiquette: "Of course it is you, you are the most beautiful princess, oh, my highness."

With the support of the manager, Rococo walked out of the dressing room.

Outside is a hall restaurant without boxes.

At this moment, it is meal time.

It's full.

The appearance of Rococo unintentionally became the most attractive place in the entire hall.

Some people even ask.

"Whose Miss is this?"

"Huh? Why haven't you seen it before? Did you come back from studying abroad?"

"Very beautiful, the key word is refined, I don't know if there is a marriage."

"..."

Everyone did not associate Rococo with the embarrassed girl who just walked in.

Luo Keke smiled lightly, and suddenly felt that he had strength.

The pace of walking is also a little lighter.

Instead of being heavy like an hour ago...

Following the manager slowly upstairs, the attention downstairs did not shift at all, and fell on her.

Until the box was opened and Rococo appeared in front of Ji Xuan...

The trace of lightness she had just now dissipated immediately.

Because beside Ji Xuan, there are other people sitting.