Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 517

"Where is the makeup artist? Makeup artist? Hurry up and put makeup on this girl!"

"Hey, who did this girl's makeup?! The eyeshadow is all glued together, can you still see it?! Come here and paint it again!"

"Hair stylist, change the inner button for model No. [-]. Is this aunt's look suitable for people?!"

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the backstage of a fashion show in Milan was in chaos.

This was Jiang Xiaonuan's first time at a show, and she came to the backstage of the runway, and she really gained a lot of insight.

Even though all the procedures have been arranged in advance, it is always chaotic before the actual stage.

Holding a large pile of clothes, Jiang Xiaonuan kicked open the door of the dressing room, and distributed the last batch of clothes designed by Feng Nuoman to each model.

The models are all exposed in a large area at the moment, except for the fat times under the waist and the breast stickers on the chest, there is no cloth on the whole body.

Jiang Xiaonuan sat on the sofa beside her panting, looking at the pair of long legs in front of her, she felt her eyes were a little blind.

This is the last batch of clothes. After the models are changed, they are ready to go on the catwalk.

Jiang Xiaonuan touched her chubby stomach, feeling a little hungry.

She finished what she was supposed to do, so she stood up, took out a small cake from the small refrigerator at the side, and began to eat happily with the long legs in front of her.

The cake made by the Europeans is indeed more delicious than that of country Z. It is sweet but not greasy, silky and refreshing, it is so delicious!
Just as Jiang Xiaonuan was lingering on the delicious cake and feeding the little thing in his belly, the door of the dressing room was pushed open.

The person who came was the chief stylist who was yelling in the dressing room next door.

Followed him, and von Neumann.

Neither of them had very good expressions. Before Jiang Xiaonuan had time to put down the cake in his hand, the stylist who made his hair look like a peacock stared at him with bright eyes.

Jiang Xiaonuan shuddered all over, as if the little white rabbit was being watched by the big bad wolf!

The stylist picked up Jiang Xiaonuan and looked her up, down, left, and right. He first smelled her hair, touched her belly, and then lifted the hem of her clothes to look at her legs.

Immediately, he frowned and nodded reluctantly, "This is barely enough! Let's go! Oh, what time is it, do you still have time to eat?! Oh my god-you actually eat such high-calorie junk food, what do you want? Die?!"

That stylist had a hundred mouths by himself, spoke without pausing, kept talking, and kept his hands still, pulling Jiang Xiaonuan straight out the door!
Jiang Xiaonuan only felt a hundred ducks quacking past her ears, buzzing in her head.

Before she could put down the cake and fork in her hand, the stylist carried her to the makeup artist next door.

It wasn't until she was pressed into a chair that Jiang Xiaonuan seized the opportunity to ask, "You——what are you going to do?!"

The stylist rolled her eyes, grabbed the cake in her hand, and threw it into the trash can amid Jiang Xiaonuan's exclamation.

"Where is all this nonsense, sit down for me, don't move your head. ABBY, give her a retro smoky look, TB, you give her a manicure, and who else, you, what are you looking at, say It's you, go and bring me the clothes! Move more quickly!"

The stylist turned around the people around, and he did it himself, and began to do Jiang Xiaonuan's hair.

Feng Nuoman handed over the clothes to a staff member, walked to Jiang Xiaonuan, squatted down, and said, "Xiaonuan, a model had a car accident on the way here, and he couldn't walk on the stage. The style of the clothes may require you to give it a temporary boost."

(End of this chapter)