Lingering: Genius Baby Sweetheart Mom

Lovely Wedding Dress Trial 【11】

No, this is not a place for heat.

Di Chajie pushed Yun Han slightly away with a smile, glanced at the slip of dresses,

"Why, don't you like it?"

It took Yun Hanxiao a long time to come back to her senses, her charming appearance made her eyes straight, she shook her head slightly, [

"They're all pretty nice, I'm out of ideas."

"This one."

Di Chajie took out the English-style white tailed dress,

"It's very simple, go and try it."

The floor-sweeping double-layer wedding dress took half an hour for a group of women waiting in the dressing room just to put it on.

The effect is directly proportional to the time-consuming, Yun Hanxiao looked at the woman in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, very satisfied.

Dressed in a floor-sweeping wedding dress, with her hair coiled up high, she stands like a goddess on a half-meter-high circular fitting table,

The hair is only loosely tied, a pair of white high heels, revealing the white and slender ankles,

The rest is simple, she only put on light makeup, thin and bright diamond earrings,

Such a her, simple and luxurious.

Just as the curtain was about to be opened, the hair stylist brushed her hair again, as if talking to herself:

"Shouldn't you let your hair down too? Let it cover your pretty neck."

So Yun Hanxiao was dragged to have her hair done. Her hair was already slightly curly.

It's just that under the hands of the hair stylist, some layers are made out, and it is matched with a very thin rose-colored headband. There are small pieces of white feathers on the headband. When she walks, the feathers flutter slightly.

The hair stylist was very fast, and within three to five minutes, the hair was done.

The curtains open...

The designer was immediately impressed by Yun Hanxiao, who was dressed casually.

I was amazed by the beautiful woman.

It is said that clothes take advantage of others, but why does he feel that his clothes are set off so perfectly by this woman's temperament. [

Yun Hanxiao looked back at Di Chajie who had just entered the door. He was sitting on the single sofa next to the table, leaning against the back of the chair.