The infatuated president lives up to his addiction to spoiling his wife

According to the instructions of the given address, Yin Susu arrived at the destination.

but,

This is a modeling studio.

The moment Yin Susu saw the signboard, she understood it instantly.

To be honest, Ling Jinyan disliked her not dressing up well enough, so he specially arranged for a stylist to tidy her up.

Yin Susu looked down at her decent attire, and immediately emoed.

The little girl at the door is very enthusiastic, and immediately greets the guests when they see them coming.

"Hi, ma'am! Do you have an appointment for styling?"

The little sister has a sweet voice, she looks young, but she is very clever.

"Yes, right!"

Yin Susu was uncertain, not sure if Ling Jinyan had greeted him in advance.

After all, a store like this, and listening to the little girl's tone, must be reserved in advance and is not open to the public.

But her answer really confused the little sister, Xiaoxue.

"This..." Did you make an appointment, or did you not make an appointment?

Xiaoxue scratched her head, not knowing how to answer Yin Susu's words without offending the customer.

They are a well-known styling studio, and it is a rule to make an appointment in advance for styling.

However, it is inevitable that some people with deep pockets and deep backgrounds will ignore this rule and come as they please.

Such a situation is not something she, a welcoming girl, can handle.

Xiaoxue secretly looked at Yin Susu, who was either rich or expensive, and said in her mind: "Ma'am, can you tell me the reserved number?"

In order not to expose the customer's privacy, the number can directly determine the identity of the customer who made the reservation.

Seeing the little sister's embarrassment, Yin Susu stopped circling around and covered her lips and asked quietly, "Ling Jinyan, did President Ling greet you?"

Yin Susu's heart skipped a beat, don't let her lose face.

"Ling Jinyan?" Xiaoxue realized, "Yes, yes."

"You are Miss Yin, right?"

Yin Susu nodded, finally she didn't have to be too embarrassed.

"Miss Yin, this way please, the stylist has been waiting for a long time."

After knowing that Yin Susu is a friend of Mr. Ling, Xiaoxue's attitude becomes more respectful.

"Thank you."

After about four to ten minutes, Yin Susu, who was originally young and beautiful, became "old-fashioned" under the careful sculpting of the stylist.

Is this the skill of a stylist, or Ling Jinyan's taste?

It has to be said that there is a gap between people's aesthetics.

Yin Susu accepted the stylist's mercy like a puppet, and as time went by, she couldn't hide the disgust in her eyes.

"perfect!"

The stylist looked at Yin Susu who walked out of the dressing room and sighed sincerely. This is the last step of styling, which means that he can go to work smoothly.

"Miss Yin, your appearance is really superior. It is my honor to be able to style a beauty like you."

The stylist who claimed to be Tony had been chattering since he met Yin Susu. If it wasn't for Yin Susu's cold and pretty face, he might have been able to talk from the beginning to the end.

"Thank you."

Yin Susu forced a smile, politely and perfunctory two words.

"No, no, no, no."

Teacher Tony raised his index finger alluringly and placed it between his flaming red lips, "Beauty doesn't need to say thank you, beauty is your privilege."

"Ok."

There is no most perfunctory, only more perfunctory.

In order to prevent Teacher Tony from saying strange things again, Yin Susu picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

Passing by the mirror, the mirror reflected her full of amorous back.

Tonight's Yin Susu is very beautiful, this kind of touching beauty is between the green apple and the sweet peach, and it is the easiest to capture the hearts of young men.

But she herself didn't know it.