The treasure in the palm of Mr. Cheng

Chapter 80

Song Yao was sent by his father to an extremely famous styling design studio in City H, but today there was no one there, but the lights were still bright.

Song Yao dressed very carefully today. He was wearing a windbreaker from the C family. The curve just reached the calf wrist. Inside was a white sweater and a pair of solid-color jeans.

Although there seemed to be no scheming, it was just an ordinary outfit, but her various small details added a different color to this outfit.

There are golden hoop earrings on the ears, a silver bracelet on the wrist, and a shining Shijia rhinestone belt on the waist.

The whole person seems to be different because of these small collocations.

Before the two walked in, there was already a service staff waiting at the door to greet them.

"You two are the customers who made an appointment today, right?"

Which of the service staff here has excellent eyesight, they can tell at a glance how much a person is wearing and what they are carrying, and naturally they can tell at a glance whether they are reservation customers or not.

"Yes." Papa Song replied with a gentle smile.

The welcome staff, who were still smiling politely, suddenly blushed when they saw Papa Song's smile.

Song Yao couldn't help sniggering at the side. Even though his father is not young, his charm is still top-notch.

Under the enthusiastic service of the welcome staff, the two finally walked into the shop.

The cold wind outside is still a bit bleak, but the inside is as warm as spring. All the decorations are the most popular in the market at present, and many of the most fashionable new designs of the season are displayed on both sides.

After Song Yao went in, he couldn't help being attracted by these costumes.

"Miss, the designer hasn't come yet. If you are interested, you can take a look at this dress first. If you like it, we can adjust it for you according to your size."

Soon another dedicated service personnel serving Song Yao rushed over.

And Song's father was invited to the sofa, someone gave him a drink, and someone gave him a magazine to pass the time.

Father Song waved his hand to signal Song Yao to look for himself.

Song Yao smiled, and walked to the place where the clothes were, so she has always kept up with the trend and has her own aesthetics.

However, there are many clothes here that she only saw once in a hurry on the Internet, but she didn't have the opportunity to buy them. She never thought that she would have the opportunity to see them here.

Song Yao took out one of the low-waist skirts and asked the service staff next to him, "Can you order this dress?"

The service staff nodded with a smile, "Miss Song, all the clothes you see here are specially made for VIP customers. As long as you need them, we can order clothes of your size from all over the world as soon as possible. "

Song Yao nodded in satisfaction. Sure enough, it makes sense that this is the favorite styling room for ladies in H City.

"How long does it take for the designer to come?" Song Yao asked casually, and pointed at the dress he wanted just now, and the service staff picked it up tactfully.

"Because of the traffic jam, the stylist's time is a bit late, so don't worry, just wait for a while."

Song Yao nodded and didn't pursue it. After all, there are so many beautiful clothes here, why not pick a few first.

She wandered around and picked out a few more. The service staff next to her always talked to Song Yao at just the right time, so she wouldn't feel bored at all.

At this moment, the outer door suddenly opened, and a blond man walked in with a sigh of relief.

"Today's traffic is too congested. I didn't expect it to take so long to come." The man's voice sounded a little irritable.

"Bizeal, that's our client today." At this moment, the lobby manager hurried over, fearing that some of his actions might offend the guests.

Bizeal raised his head and glanced, his eyes filled with amazement, "I didn't expect such a beautiful lady to serve me today. If I had known earlier, I would have come an hour earlier."

Song Yao couldn't help laughing, "Have you always been so good at talking in front of guests?"

"Of course not the beautiful lady, I only talk like that in front of the lady I like."

Father Song sat on the sofa and couldn't help coughing. Although he often went abroad to contact clients and knew that foreigners were always straightforward, he couldn't stand other men molesting his daughter.

Song Yao turned his head and made a face at Papa Song.

"Ma'am, I still don't know what your name is?" Bizeal vividly displayed his gentlemanly demeanor in front of Song Yao.

"My name is Song Yao." Song Yao felt that this foreigner was a bit interesting, unlike other boys who marveled at her beauty but pretended to be dignified.

"What a wonderful name, I don't know yet, Song... Yao? Is my pronunciation accurate enough?"

Although Bizeal's accent was a bit inaccurate and even made people feel funny, Song Yao nodded politely.

"At first, I was worried that I would not be inspired after meeting new clients, and I didn't know what to design, but now after meeting you, I feel that my inspiration erupts like a fountain."

Song Yao didn't speak at all the whole time, it was Bizeal who kept talking, which made her relax a lot.

"If there is a chance, I will definitely invite you to our country to be my chief model. You are really beautiful."

The two met for only a few minutes, but Bizeal has already said her beautiful vocabulary countless times.

"You are really exaggerating. You have more beautiful girls than me." Song Yao couldn't help but reply.

"I'm really saying this sincerely, you have the biggest eyes among the Asian girls I've seen, and it's hard to say that you have a fascinating temperament."

Although Bizeal stumbled when he said it, Song Yao still understood what he meant.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

"Then let's go upstairs first, let the staff here measure your size, and I will tailor clothes for you according to your size."

Song Yao nodded, followed the service staff upstairs, and quickly measured his measurements.

After bizeal got the various scales, he was amazed again.

Fortunately, Song Yao knew that he had this personality, otherwise he would have thought that he had met a hooligan, how could anyone comment on other girls like that?
"Now I have a lot of design inspiration, Song Yao, do you have any requirements? You can tell me directly." Bizeal's good attitude made the service staff here couldn't help but marvel.

(End of this chapter)