Wang Zheng put her fingers to her lips and made a silent gesture.
"There's a surprise, don't ask yet."
Song Xiang laughed twice. She didn't believe that Yan Han would be surprised. It would be good if he wasn't frightened.
She sat obediently and let a group of people do whatever they wanted for three hours, almost falling asleep.
Outside the glass door, Yan Han kept talking on the phone, obviously very busy.
When Song Xiang came out after changing her clothes, a group of people gathered around her to praise her. Even Wang Zheng couldn't help but praise her.
"What a clothes rack." Wang Zheng clicked her tongue again and again, blinked at Song Xiang, and pursed her lips in the direction of Yan Han, "Go and show him."
Song Xiang cleared his throat unnaturally, "How about I still..."
"Go quickly."
Wang Zheng was speechless and pushed Song Xiang out of the modeling room door.
Just then, Yan Han finished his phone call and looked up to see Song Xiang in a red dress.
She had her wavy hair permed, and her lip color and makeup were all retro to the Hong Kong style of the last century. In addition to a red dress, she also wore black gloves on her hands, making her look noble and charming.
Yan Han leaned back on his chair, very satisfied with his vision.
He raised his hand and said to Song Xiang, "Take a turn."
Song Xiang was used to being commanded by him, so he turned around in a circle without thinking too much.
However, as soon as she finished turning around, she found Yan Han frowning and standing up.
He walked to Song Xiang and looked behind her.
Song Xiang subconsciously put her hands behind her back. Her back was bare except for a few red ropes.
Wang Zheng walked out and noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere. She raised her eyebrows and asked Yan Han, "Any questions?"
Yan Han glanced down at Song Xiang and said, "Get her a cloak."
"Cloak?" Wang Zheng refused for the first time and pulled Song Xiang around twice, "How sexy it is. If you add a cape, what else are you looking at?"
Yan Han: "It's enough that I can see."
Song Xiang's face turned red.
Wang Zheng was speechless, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said angrily: "Then you can just put your coat on her later?"
Yan Han: "It's late at night, I'm not cold?"
Wang Zheng: "..."
She had an expression that said, "This man is amazing." She crossed her hands in a veto gesture, "I don't care, I don't have capes here anyway, and blaspheming art is absolutely not allowed."
Yan Han's eyebrows tightened instantly.
Song Xiang stood aside and added, "I put on my own coat when I go out."
Wang Zheng: "No!"
She walked over, hugged Song Xiang's shoulders, and said deliberately: "He's not your boyfriend. Who cares about him, he can wear whatever he likes."
Song Xiang had a big head and whispered: "He is not a boyfriend, he is a parent."
Wang Zheng was amused and blinked at Yan Han, "You have it up to you. Either you take off your coat, or she goes out to show off her figure."
Yan Han's face was cold, and the unhappy factor was coming out.
His eyes fell on Song Xiang's face, looking at her picturesque features, red lips and white teeth, all the way down to her white collarbones and shoulders, and beyond that was a large expanse of fair skin.
He wanted to slap himself now. He chose this dress himself after looking at the pictures, but he didn't expect to shoot himself in the foot.
Song Xiang is not his girlfriend, but she is his former possession. He spent money to create her beauty, not just to show it to random people.
"Master Yan, don't look at it. She will never change her outfit tonight. You must either change your suit quickly or change your female companion."
Wang Zheng refused to give in, holding Song Xiang's arm, making it clear that she wanted to be tough with Yan Han.
She is a stern and cold elder, so it doesn't matter if she does such a thing.
But Song Xiang couldn't do it. She was really afraid that Yan Han would lose face on the spot.