Cloud poem poem a Zheng: "you want to send me home?"

"Well!" The housekeeper said, explaining, "the president just called and said, let's see you home!"

There is a lag in Yunshi's poem. I don't know why. When I learned that it was this man who ordered the housekeeper to send her home, I was inadvertently lost.

But it soon dissipated.

"He said he would take me home?"

"Well!" The housekeeper said, and handed over a small dress carefully held in his hand, "this is sent to you by the president. If you don't mind, we will wait on you to replace it!"

"What is this?" Yunshishi's eyes fell on the little black dress.

It's a Chanel's high fashion dress. It's elegant and beautiful. It's valuable at a glance. It's not for a formal banquet, it's more like a small dress worn by the celebrities of the upper class at a party. It's simple but noble.

She could not help frowning. "I don't want it."

She doesn't wear the clothes he sent.

When the housekeeper heard the words, his face immediately appeared flustered: "Miss cloud, this is a little of the president's intention. I have repeatedly ordered us to change it for you, otherwise Miss Yun, please don't embarrass us! "

"I don't want it," said Yun! Tell him I don't like it! "

"Don't you like this style?" The Butler inquired respectfully.

This is the style chosen by the president himself. They also think that yunshishi must look good on it.

"I don't like this style." Cloud poetry is cold.

"The president didn't just send this one. If you don't like Miss cloud, there are several styles for you to choose!"

Said, the housekeeper immediately called, and a row of fashion clerks in high-grade uniforms rushed into the door. They unfolded in front of her one by one, holding a set of high-grade fashion in their hands, different styles, different styles, whatever she chose.

"Not to take me home? Why do I have to put on these make-up tests for some reason? What about the sage? What does he really want to do? " Yunshi can't help being annoyed. I don't know what his intention is.

The crowd looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion: "the president sent someone to order us to change your dress and send you to the car. The car is waiting for you outside! "

Hearing this, yunshishi immediately went to the floor window, opened the curtain, and saw a limousine parked outside the courtyard. For a while, he was still confused. He really didn't understand what moyazhe meant!

However, turning around and looking at the embarrassed face behind her, she sighed suddenly, reached out and pointed to the black dress and said, "forget it, it's not difficult for you. Just this one, I'll change it for myself! "

The servant's face brightened immediately, left his dress in the room and left the door.

Yunshishi put on the dress and looked into the dressing mirror. Wearing the black dress on her, she could not help but set off her elegant temperament, slender figure and even her white skin.

A beautiful brocade like black hair from the shoulder tilt, vertical and waist, lady temperament show.

She just opened the door, and the stylist waiting at the door immediately surrounded her.

Hairstyle, make-up, jewelry, high heels are undoubtedly a huge project.

Yun's poems are more and more out of place.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

A few stylists also look dazed, shake their heads one after another.

Yunshishi increasingly thinks that this matter is very strange, but it really can't understand what is the mind of Moya Zhe.