C17 No It's too Much!

"Whatever."

Hearing these two words, Uncle De felt relieved. "Young master, shall I go out first?"

"Uncle De."

"Yes!"

Seeing him speak, Uncle De quickly turned around and looked at the noble man in front of him with a serious expression.

Lu Cangyao slowly turned around. He was dressed neatly. The Italian custom made clothes made his tall and straight body look slender. It made him look more distinguished and less cold.

At this moment, Lu Cangyao looked like a noble young master. His demeanour was so dignified that no one dared to look at him directly.

Uncle De lowered his head again.

"In the future, you will be responsible for her going back and forth to school every day."

"Alright."

"Where is she? Is she in the makeup room?"

Uncle De quickly replied, "Yes, young master."

After Lu Cangyao told him to leave, he left the suite alone and walked towards Wen Xin's dressing room.

As soon as his broad hand touched the handle of the door, he heard a conversation coming from inside.

"No, it's too, too much..."

"Miss Wen, bear with it. It's more beautiful to wear this kind of clothes."

Wen Xin wanted to cry when she heard the Clothing Master's words. She tried her best to take deep breaths and close her stomach. Finally, she stuffed the clothes that were as small as her waist and two thumbs into her palm.

At that moment, Wen Xin was so moved that she wanted to cry.

She and the Clothing Man had been 'fighting' for more than ten minutes, and God knows what she had been through.

"Ha, I knew Miss Wen would be able to wear it. This gown is my proudest masterpiece. So far, Miss Wen is the first person to wear it."

Wen Xin broke out in cold sweat.

She didn't think it was a compliment at all. It was so tight that she couldn't even breathe.

"Miss Wen's figure is golden. I'm so jealous."

Wen Xin tried to take a deep breath but the door was opened at this moment. The makeup artist was still busy on her face. Wen Xin turned around in surprise and when she saw Lu Cangyao, her eyes lit up and her face was slightly hot.

I didn't expect him to look so noble when he was in his suit, like a prince looked up to by his courtiers.

His black eyes fell on her dress for a few seconds before he shifted his gaze from her chest to her face. "That's right."

"Thank you."

People depended on their clothes. Wen Xin knew that he praised this white dress.

Lu Cangyao walked over slowly. The makeup artist and fashion artist nodded at him respectfully. The man asked, "How much longer will it take?"

"Give me five more minutes."

Hearing the makeup artist's words, Lu Cangyao walked to the sofa and casually sat down. He picked up a magazine and flipped through it. "You guys go ahead, I'll wait."

Wen Xin peeked at him from the mirror. She was a little nervous.

The man's fair forehead was full of good fortune. His angular face had a charming luster, thick eyebrows, and a tall nose. Every single one of them was elegant and elegant.

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that accentuated his outstanding appearance. A man like him would always be the favorite wherever he went. He gave off the aura of a noble king. His gaze was deep, and he unconsciously gave people a sense of oppression.

The makeup artist and clothing artist also frequently peeked at him, but they did not dare to be too brazen. They only hid their astonishment and throbbing deep within their hearts.

Finally, the makeup artist helped Wen Xin stand up and looked at the man respectfully, "Sir, Miss Wen is ready."

Wen Xin slowly turned her head and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at her. Her fair and smooth skin under the makeup artist's skillful work, the color was charming and bright, attracting people's imagination.

Wen Xin, in her white dress, took off her gray dress and looked like a princess in a fairy tale.

Lu Cangyao had a strange look in his eyes. He quickly stood up and walked to Wen Xin. "Mmm, not bad."