Reborn National Male God: Jiu Shao, Please Advise!

   Chapter 1660 Ten-centimeter high heels?

   "Of course you can, but forget it now."

   said, she pulled up the boy who had been kneeling on the ground once.

  Mo Ziyan folded her arms and looked carefully at Ye Chuyang who was wearing a formal suit in front of her. After a while, she couldn't help but sighed, "Seriously, you are really **** like this."

   Ye Chuyang: "...I accept this compliment."

"I'm not complimenting you. I've only seen you wearing other casual clothes. The outfit you're wearing today will definitely make you a superstar on the red carpet. This is a professional evaluation from a professional model." Mo Ziyan He waved his hands with a smile, then put his eyes on Duan Jie who was beside him, and said with a smile, "On the eve of walking the red carpet, beautiful ladies are absolutely not allowed to eat, I don't want my belly to appear on my dress. ."

   Therefore, it is normal to be hungry all day today.

   As a model, although Mo Ziyan has transformed, she still remembers some things that are almost deep in her bones.

   Hearing this, Duan Jie showed a helpless expression, but at the next moment he turned to look at Ye Chuyang, "Then may I ask Mr. Ye, what are you going to eat? Small cake?"

   Forget about rice or something.

  It would be embarrassing if the soup spilled onto the clothes.

  Although Ye Chuyang is also a girl, it is obvious that the statement that she does not eat before walking the red carpet does not hold true for her. She nodded to Duan Jie without any psychological pressure, "Then let's make a small cake."

   Duan Jie nodded and left the lounge.

   Mo Ziyan reached out and poked Ye Chuyang's face, but unexpectedly found that there was no other trace on the other's face.

  Tsk tsk.

   Sure enough, people who are born with a good foundation don’t need makeup at all.

   Mo Ziyan stared at Ye Chuyang for a long time, and finally saw Ye Chuyang put on a lipstick to make her lips look a little more conspicuous.

   "Your agent didn't come with you?" Ye Chuyang asked lazily, leaning on the table beside him.

  If possible, she would really like to sit and chat with Mo Ziyan, but obviously this idea is unrealistic. They haven't even gone to the red carpet yet, so their clothes must not be wrinkled at all.

Hearing Ye Chuyang's words, Mo Ziyan nodded lightly, then took out a pair of ten-centimeter red high-heeled shoes from behind her and put them aside, "You see that I even took the shoes myself, so you know she is real. You broke up with me."

   "Wait a minute..." Ye Chuyang's eyes moved with the pair of red high heels for a long time, even forgetting what he wanted to say. She touched her chin in silence, and then asked in a very serious tone, "Don't tell me you're going to walk the red carpet with me in these high heels later?"

  Mo Ziyan waved innocently, "Yeah. Could it be that you still want a female artist to wear flat shoes on the red carpet? It doesn't exist."

   Ye Chuyang: "Did you know that I am two centimeters shorter than you? You have to wear ten centimeter high heels."

   Speaking, the complicated expression on Ye Chuyang's face made Mo Ziyan couldn't help laughing.

  The matter of height is indeed the most embarrassing thing for a woman to pretend to be a man.

   Mo Ziyan held back a smile and asked seriously, "Then, let me find you a heightening insole? Or, you can just wear high heels."

   "But now I'm still a man." Ye Chuyang rolled his eyes and said, "I suddenly want to refuse the suggestion to walk the red carpet with you, should it be too late?"

   (end of this chapter)