After pretending to be ugly, he was entangled by a billionaire

"Really give me any dress no matter how expensive it is?"

"Correct!"

Many guests refused to leave, and they were all excited to see how the ugly duckling turned into a white swan?
"Little girl, creating a star effect and makeup are two different things, otherwise why would we spend a lot of money here for styling?"

"Yes, and the small freckles on our faces have to be covered with multiple layers of concealer, you."

The wealthy wives who were watching were all aiming at the dark spots on Mo Yan's face.

Who has such a large spot and such a deep color?It is estimated that even the most advanced nano-laser freckle removal technology cannot help her.

"Heh! It depends on luck." Mo Yanhai had already boasted, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The lobby manager is not a vegetarian either, "It will be completed within an hour."

Anyone who is knowledgeable knows that it takes at least two hours for a professional stylist to do a simple look, but he directly cut the time in half, and the conditions are quite harsh.

Mo Yan couldn't care less about bargaining with him, and only wanted to settle the matter quickly.

Stepping into the dress room, she took a cursory glance at the various dresses. Time was limited, so many dresses were dazzling, how to choose?
Being troubled by the difficulty of choosing, her eyes suddenly lit up.

A champagne-coloured gown, sandwiched between gorgeous gowns, shone as if it were glowing by itself.

"That's it."

Managers and shopping guide ladies take a tight breath, she she
Her luck was so damn good, she picked the most expensive one with a random finger.

The manager's heart ached, and he reminded with danger, "Miss, you should think about it carefully.

This dress is a high-end custom, priced at 200 million.

If you can't make a satisfactory shape within the specified time, you still have to pay for the dress later. "

Mo Yan clicked her tongue, why is her eyes so vicious?

"Just this one."

Under everyone's interested and mocking eyes, Mo Yan bit the bullet and entered a modeling room, refusing to visit.

After washing her face, she found that the dark spots were lighter, and she couldn't see them with a little powder.

She glanced at the pile of professional cosmetics, large and small, in various colors on the dressing table, and suddenly found herself in trouble.
"Why so many colors? Are these blush or eye shadow?"

In just half an hour, the door of the dressing room opened.

Amid the unbelievable amazement of everyone, Mo Yan appeared in front of everyone like a luminous body.

Elegant drop-shoulder dress, icy skin and jade skin, exquisite facial features, watery eyes are dazzling and compelling, as beautiful as an international superstar.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

What about her ugly dark spot?This makeup technique is comparable to the legendary magic hand.

"Manager, is my look okay?"

Mo Yan pursed her lips and smiled slightly, the dimple was faintly visible, it was so beautiful.

The manager's face became ugly, and his heart ached. He lost the 200 million dress.

He suddenly had an idea to stop the loss, "Miss turns out to be a master.

We are willing to hire a young lady to be our top stylist with a high salary of 300 million. "

According to his professional judgment, this woman's skills are more advanced than other stylists, as long as a little publicity is made, she will definitely win the favor of wealthy wives and will soon pay back her money.

"300?"

A light flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, which was 100 million more than her annual salary as an assistant to the president.

"Okay." She really wanted to agree, but, "I can't."

She can't leave Tiancheng yet, the whereabouts of her grandfather and mother are waiting for her to go back and investigate.

According to the news, the grandfather was seriously ill and the company was facing bankruptcy. Mo Xuyao ​​carried the company under the precarious circumstances.Later, grandpa and mother completely disappeared from the media's field of vision.

Mo Yan withdrew her thoughts, feeling distressed about missing out on the high salary opportunity, Su Haoran squeezed into the crowd with displeasure on his face,

"What's going on? Why did my girlfriend, a big living person, disappear under my nose?"

The manager turned pale with fright, stepped forward and nodded,
"I'll have someone check the surveillance right away. I don't know what kind of young master Su's girlfriend is like?"

"Young Master Su?" Mo Yan wanted to knock his head off, it turned out that Su Haoran's status was unusual.

Hearing her voice, Su Haoran glanced at her small face, and suddenly gasped for breath, "Is that you?"

"Yeah, don't you recognize me?"

Mo Yan jumped up in front of him with a smile, raised her head, "Go to see the parents, am I not being rude?"

Unexpectedly, Su Haoran not only didn't smile, but his brows became tighter and tighter, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if she owed him money.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yan thought for a while, "I didn't spend any money, they said there would be no charge, and the dress was also given away for free."

But Su Haoran not only didn't speak, but his black eyes turned scarlet.

Mo Yan was so strange that she reached out her hand to take his pulse.

He suddenly became so strange, couldn't he be sick?