C31 Witch(2)

"Why..."

This time, it was Xia Sheng's turn to be speechless, "It's very fun. It's all because of us young people. We won't let an old man like Zhang Teng appear."

When Jiaang Xin heard Zhang Teng's name, she suddenly had the idea of playing a prank on him. Didn't he say that she seduced Xia Sheng? Then she would seduce him once!

"Okay, I'll go, but you have to tell me what party it is first."

Hearing Jiaang Xin's reply, Xia Sheng immediately talked about a lot of things. Jiaang Xin took a few important pieces of information from it.

First, it was a band party.

Second, Xia Sheng was a member of the band.

Third, they were playing rock and roll.

Jiaang Xin looked at Xia Sheng's wine-red hair and the corner of her mouth twitched. She regretted agreeing to him on impulse.

But what she said and spilled water, she could only participate.

After setting a time and place, Xia Sheng said that he would go and pick her up. He also told her not to worry about the clothes and let him prepare them.

For Xia Sheng's band party, Jiaang Xin changed shifts ahead of time and waited at the appointed place ten minutes in advance.

She originally thought that she had arrived in advance. Who knew that just as she walked to the place, a black business car in the distance flashed with the lights. She looked over in puzzlement and heard Xia Sheng's pleasant voice from afar.

"Here ~"

Jiaang Xin endured the envious eyes of the passers-by and quickly walked to the side of the car and quickly got into it.

Xia Sheng snapped his fingers and the driver drove out smoothly.

"Where are we going?"

It was Jiaang Xin's first time doing such a high-end car and she was a little nervous.

Xia Sheng looked at Jiaang Xin from head to toe, then looked away under Jiaang Xin's unhappy gaze. He smiled and said to keep it a secret.

When they arrived, Jiaang Xin could only use two words to describe it. It was hypocritical.

It was an image design room. From the hairstyle, makeup, clothing, and shoes to shoes and hats, everything was available. Moreover, there were also professionals who tailor-made them. Of course, the price was quite expensive.

Jiaang Xin looked at Xia Sheng vigilantly and said in a determined voice, "I don't have the money to do these things."

"You don't need to pay." Xia Sheng helplessly opened his hands.

Jiaang Xin hesitated for a moment but still refused, "That's not necessary. We are not related. I can't use your money."

Xia Sheng was about to die from anger. He did not say any nonsense. He held Jiaang Xin's hand and walked in. He said as he walked. "Since I invited you, of course I will take responsibility for you. You don't need to feel any psychological burden. You didn't do all of this for you. It's for myself. I don't want my female companion to be mocked for wearing home clothes."

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is thoughtful.

Jiaang Xin knew that he was taking care of her emotions, but this also made her realize that she and him were two completely different worlds.

She decided that after this gathering, she would explain it clearly to Xia Sheng.

With this thought, she no longer hesitated and let Xia Sheng and the designer decide everything. Only in terms of clothing, she firmly requested to be conservative and to act more conveniently.

Hearing Jiaang Xin's words, the designer's eyes lit up. Without saying a word, he started to make her hair and makeup. She even suspected that the designer did not take her words to heart.

But when she saw that the clothing was indeed covered quite tightly, her dissatisfaction disappeared.

But when she stood in front of the dressing mirror, she was about to cry.

Her long black hair was dyed with a few strands of red wine. After simply tidying it up, her slanted bangs slid down her right eye. Her black eyeshadow, dark red lips, and an unrestrained appearance.

Her clothes were even more exaggerated. She was dressed in pure black and high boots. She wore tight-fitting pants, a long, tattered T-shirt, and a short jacket. There were quite a few chains hanging on it. He wore a silk collar around his neck. It was a black Lorita style. There was a huge handmade ring, a pure black rose. It was beautiful and cold.

Jiaang Xin moved her hands and legs again. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She simply could not believe that the person in the mirror was her.

"Pervert!"

The tall and enchanting designer stood behind Jiaang Xin and stared at her face with fanatical eyes. "Miss Jiang, you are a fallen angel! Too perfect!"

She was a little embarrassed. Ever since she was young, she had never heard anyone praise her.

"Thank you." She smiled.

The designer handed her a business card and said with interest, "You are welcome to be my model at any time. The price is good."

"Okay, I'll think about it." Jiaang Xin said gratefully.

Dong.

Jiaang Xin turned her head and saw the dumbstruck Xia Sheng. At this moment, Xia Sheng was dressed like a punk. He was wearing leather clothes, leather pants, big leather boots, and the ring on his finger dazzled her.

"Jiaang Xin?" Xia Sheng went forward in a daze, and his expression became more and more surprised. "You are Jiaang Xin?"

Jiaang Xin nodded. She knew she had changed a lot.

"Oh my God!" Xia Sheng grabbed her hands and opened them. He pulled her in a circle. "She looks like a witch in western mythology!"

Xia Sheng looked at Jiaang Xin and muttered to himself in a trance, "So beautiful."

Jiaang Xin shyly pushed him and told him not to mess around. She quickly went to the scene.

Xia Sheng hurriedly nodded and pulled Jiaang Xin away.

When they arrived at the venue and entered, everyone's gaze was focused on the two of them.

Being watched by so many people, she was really a little embarrassed. At this time, she felt a familiar gaze and hurriedly went to look for it, but it disappeared again.