Young master Jiang's secret wife: the president has no limits

An Ran, surrounded by a group of people, walked into the pile of clothes that he had just seen. There were many different styles of clothes, richer than many shops.

An Ran walked into long or short flowing lace, felt the smooth velvet in her hands, felt the fabric was very advanced, she felt that these clothes were only seen in the movie, and now these movies appeared in front of her to choose things, which was more incredible than a dream.

Next to the clothes stood a woman who looked as expensive as those clothes. She was exquisitely dressed and matched. In that exquisiteness, she exuded a comfortable sense of freedom, and there was no repulsion from her heavy makeup.

The woman smiled gently at An Ran, letting An Ran come to her side and slowly chat with An Ran. Naturally, it was like a casual conversation between good friends. An Ran gradually relaxed, not as stiff as he had just come in.

After talking for about ten minutes, An Ran wondered if he was here to try on clothes. Why did this pretty little sister talk to her all the time and not feel like picking out any clothes?

It was almost over. The little sister slowly walked into the clothes rack. Although the steps were close, they really let An Ran know what curly tingting was. She felt inferior to herself. The younger sister started with the color scheme. She chose apricot pink, tea, and green mint. There were pants in the skirt, and even the skirt was divided into several kinds of skirts, and there were many kinds of pants in the pants.

An Ran thought it was amazing. Even though she hadn't tried on those clothes, she already thought they were beautiful and suitable for herself.

The little sister who was in charge of matching and styling waved at An Ran and motioned for An Ran to come to the fitting room. An Ran hopped over expectantly and began to try the clothes according to the little sister.

Coming out of the fitting room, An Ran stood in the large floor-to-ceiling mirror and was surprised. It turned out that a simple outfit could improve her temperament by several grades. Moreover, the lotus root pink color of the dress made An Ran's originally white skin look even whiter, making her look especially beautiful.

An Ran was An Ran. Unlike the other girls, she came out of the fitting room and was most concerned with the question, "Why did that little sister simply chat with me for a few days and find the style that matched me best? It looked like it was full of advanced beauty. What's the logic in this?"

An Ran wandered around in all sorts of colors, puzzled.

The little sister looked at An Ran constantly circling around the clothes she had brought over. She thought that An Ran didn't like the clothes she was wearing, so she quickly came up to her and asked, "What's wrong, Miss An? Is there something unsatisfactory?" Perhaps because she was used to seeing rich tycoons from all walks of life in this field. Although the little sister was very professional, her tone always had the element of pleasing customers. After all, it was hard for her to live so comfortably without the money.

An Ran was a little unable to accept the subconscious flattery of others, and hurriedly waved his hand and explained to his little sister in a panic, "I'm just an ordinary person. Where is Miss An? It's not born in a big family. Just call me An Ran."

The little sister's face turned a little warm. She thought An Ran was easy to get along with, so she didn't call her Miss An anymore. Her name was An Ran. She was polite and friendly. An Ran also asked the little sister's name, saying that she could call her name directly in the future, which saved a lot of trouble.

The little sister whispered that her name was Huang Xin. An Ran kept calling Huang Xin Huang Xin like a child, which made Huang Xin laugh.

After getting to know each other better, An Ran asked Huang Xin why he could guess his general preferences just by chatting with him. Was there a secret to this?

Huang Xin pulled An Ran aside and explained it to An Ran in detail, "When you look at you from a distance, you can roughly analyze your visual advantage, skin color, and this will shorten the selection of colors."

Huang Xin had just explained this point, and An Ran suddenly came to his senses. He was constantly analyzing and integrating information during the chat. When the chat was almost over, the information he needed was actually collected. With such a rigorous analysis and the sensitivity of the designer's profession to human temperament, no wonder he was able to pick it so accurately.

An Ran briefly told Huang Xin what she had in mind, and that was why Huang Xin kept praising An Ran for being smart.

An Ran felt that this incident really made her knowledgeable. Originally, she thought that she was a person who could barely keep up with the trend, but now it seemed that it was still far from enough. If a small thing was perfect, it would be a success. An Ran felt that she had gained a lot.

Thinking that the occasion was in the hospital after all, An Ran did not know what kind of situation old master jiang was in or chose the lotus root pink suggested by Huang Xin. The reason was that white was too plain to look like a funeral, blue was a bit like a hospital gown. In short, this color was the best for visiting elders in the hospital.

An Ran finally followed Huang Xin's advice. Accompanied by Huang Xin, An Ran, who had changed his clothes, went to the rv to make a change from head to toe.

First, the stylist trimmed An Ran's waist-length hair to a new level, and then gave An Ran a brief treatment with a french natural premium hairspray. An Ran, who was wearing a scarf on his head, was placed on a soft stool by the makeup artist to make a mask.

Ten minutes later, the mask came off, and her hair became dark and shiny, with its own sparkle effect, followed by a cumbersome makeup process. An Ran narrowed her eyes and allowed those makeup products she could not recognize to cast magic on her face, creating miracles.

After all of this, the team gave An Ran a pair of elegant kitten heels, waxed An Ran's legs, and removed the dead skin on his heels. With this set, An Ran became shining and lovely from beginning to end, as if she was born that way, and beautiful very naturally.

An Ran, wearing a new look, was anxiously waiting for Jiangcheng Ann on the first floor of the villa. Jiangcheng Ann was already ready, but he still maintained his usual "Walking pictorial" aura.

Jiangcheng an walked down gracefully from the second floor. The moment he saw An Ran, he felt as if he had seen an angel. He could not help but sigh. It turned out that An Ran had such a good foundation. He could not see it before. Even under the same style, Huang Xin was a little weaker.