The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jun Ci had a headache. She rubbed her head and sat up. At the same time, there was a knock on the door. Claire's voice was extremely excited: "Porcelain, wake up, you should get up!"

Junci: "..."

Anyhow Claire slept late last night, so she can wake up so early to call her.

Why is she more active in getting married one by one.

Junci answered and went to the bathroom to wash after opening the door. The designer and stylist had been preparing for a long time. After a simple treatment, Du Junci rushed in and pressed Junci in front of the vanity mirror and began to dress up.

Junci's face has nothing to say, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't need makeup, especially when she needs to wear a wedding dress and a wig.

The wedding dress was hung in the living room, and the hanging skirts almost covered the entire living room. Claire walked cautiously and went to Junci’s room to see Junci being dressed.

Jun Ci saw Claire peeking in the mirror: "Have you put on makeup?"

Claire is still wearing a simple dress, not a bridesmaid's little dress.

She is smiling, it seems that she can only smile so much in front of Junci. Once she is sorry for her title of Hollywood cold beauty: "I haven't finished the makeup yet, but you haven't finished it yet, I am not in a hurry."

She walked over and sat down beside Jun Ci, looked at the flawless face in the mirror, and fell into contemplation for a while: "Porcelain, I actually don't understand why you are looking at him."

From the outside, Claire only feels that her niece is perfect. Jiang Yi is just like that. He has a bad temper and is not a gentleman. Why would China like such a person?

Jun Ci has never thought about these problems. When you look at it, you just look at it. If so many reasons are needed, she laughed: "You don't need to understand, sometimes love is so unreasonable."

Gulu sighed: "His Royal Highness, you can actually cook love chicken soup."

Claire quickly poisoned the chicken soup: "Then you are really unreasonable."

Then I fell in love with Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi would probably hit someone when he heard it.

Jun Ci chuckled.

The styling has been done from four o'clock to eight o'clock. Jiang Yi over there woke up a long time ago. He also needs to do styling. Besides, today is a special big day, he almost stayed up all night with excitement.

The team is ready and will start from Jiang's house. This is destined to be a wedding that will shake the imperial capital.

Yao Xiaomao and several bridesmaids rushed over. They were almost excited and didn't sleep well all night. When they came, they were extremely excited. They took pictures here and there with their mobile phones. In general, everyone almost behaved better than Jun. Porcelain needs to be nervous.

Later, many people squeezed in, and the stylist drove all the bridesmaids out.

It wasn't until half past eight that I heard a satisfied English voice from a foreign makeup artist: "Okay, my goodness, God must have kissed your cheek!"

To be honest, because I woke up too early, Junci did not sleep well, and was already a little sleepy when putting on makeup. When she heard the designer's words, she was immediately surprised and raised her head.

When I saw the girl in the mirror, for a moment, Junci seemed to see the flashing stars.

Maybe I'm quite suspicious of narcissism in this description, but the girl in the mirror is so perfect that I can't describe it in words.

Almost everyone who sees her face will be shocked to the point of speechlessness, especially those eyes, like the vast starry sky, shining like pearls, shining with shining stars.