Chapter 213 Yan Family Men Are Not Suitable For Husbands
Song Xiang was gloating about her misfortune just now, but she was suddenly pulled in by the little boy, and she felt the torment herself.
"Sister, your skin is great. How do you take care of it?"
"My sister's hair is also very smooth, I like it so much~"
"I want to kiss my sister~"
The veins on Song Xiang's forehead were jumping wildly. When the little boy came over, he avoided his face and stretched out his hand to slap him on the face.
"Sister is so heartless~"
Song Xiang: "..."
She swallowed a sip of saliva and turned to look at Yan Han who was sitting on the sofa behind her.
The man put down the magazine in his hand, stood up with one hand in his pocket, and walked slowly behind her.
Song Xiang sat in front of the mirror and did not raise his head, so he could not see Yan Han's face.
From her angle, you can see Yan Han raising his hand and gently lifting a strand of her hair.
He said: "Perm her curls."
"Mr. Yan has good taste, this sister is suitable for sexy style."
Song Xiang heard Yan Han snort, and when she tasted it carefully, she found it was a bit warm. She probably understood his hint, and her face couldn't help but heat up.
They have been entangled for five years, and there is no detail about them that they are not familiar with. Of course Yan Han knows what style is most suitable for her.
She didn't dare to move, kept aloof, and let the stylist handle the whole process.
When Wang Zheng didn't show up at first, Song Xiang thought she was unavailable, but as soon as she came out after washing her hair, she saw Yan Han sitting on the sofa talking to a woman.
The other party was well-dressed, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be Wang Zheng.
"Miss Song, long time no see."
Song Xiang nodded politely, "Hello."
Wang Zheng crossed her arms across her chest and walked around Song Xiang in a noble manner, wearing high heels.
"Li Han has really good taste. The dress he asked me to choose is completely tailor-made for you."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of Yan Han.
Yan Han sat on the sofa, facing Song Xiang sideways. He didn't even look at Wang Zheng when he heard what he said, he just picked up the coffee and took a sip.
Song Xiang received no response and smiled knowingly at Wang Zheng, "For your trouble."
Wang Zheng shrugged, walked over and put his arm around her shoulders, "Poor little boy, the task God has given you is really heavy."
Song Xiang didn't understand what this meant and was a little confused.
Wang Zheng did not continue, she took Song Xiang and sat down in the styling room, and ordered people to prepare things. She wanted to style Song Xiang herself.
Song Xiang was flattered and a little at a loss, "Miss Wang, you don't have to do it yourself."
Wang Zheng smiled and reached out to touch her face, "Don't be nervous, I usually do styling for others."
She put her arm around Song Xiang's shoulders, leaned over and made eye contact with Song Xiang in the mirror, saying, "And a beauty like you is a gift from heaven for a stylist."
Song Xiang still felt embarrassed, her mouth was dry, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
"Don't be nervous, just treat us as friends. You have just been promoted to President Yue Ji. Sister Wang will give you a look as a gift."
Song Xiang was even more surprised. She opened her mouth and said, "How do you know?"
"Yue Ji is not a roadside stall. How can there be no action if the president is changed?" Wang Zheng smiled.
Song Xiang touched his face and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
Wang Zheng shook her head, leaned over and looked at Song Xiang's face again, sighing that she looked beautiful.
"Being beautiful is a good thing, but sometimes it's troublesome."
Song Xiang pondered for a moment, thinking about how to answer the question.
While Wang Zheng was combing her hair, she said: "You must work hard in your career and don't listen to men's lies."
As she spoke, she leaned over and whispered in Song Xiang's ear: "Especially the nonsense told by the men of the Yan family."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. She just saw Wang Zheng's attitude towards Yan Han and thought she liked Yan Han very much.
"The men in their family have nothing wrong with their careers and their lives, but they are just not suitable to be husbands."
Wang Zheng put down the comb and patted Song Xiang on the shoulder.
"Keep your eyes open."
Song Xiang felt that when they met for the first time, Wang Zheng's words were a bit superficial, and she also felt that she might have good intentions and a subtle mood.
Wang Zheng is famous for her magic skills, and it is easy to turn decay into magic. What's more, Song Xiang is a first-class beauty.
She decided on Song Xiang's style and took out the dress she had prepared all morning.
The bright red skirt is completely empty at the back and opens all the way to the waist. It is sexy and bold.
"This is a high-end dress brought back from Paris. Xu Weiwei didn't even have the chance to wear it some time ago."
Women all love beauty, and Song Xiang is no exception. The dress in front of her is really beautiful.
She was a little hesitant and glanced in the direction of Yan Han, "Is Mr. Yan going to take me to any brand's press conference?"