Song Xiang felt her heart pounding from last night, and she couldn't sleep until morning. She finally fell asleep, and a knock on the door pulled her out of her dream.
"who?"
"Miss Song, don't you need to go out on a date?" Yan Song's voice came from outside.
Song Xiang sat up, confused, "What?"
"It's already ten past eight."
Song Xiang wiped his face and realized that his phone was most likely being monitored.
She didn't have time to get angry, so she stumbled out of bed, opened the door, and found a bunch of people standing outside.
Yan Song showed a strange smile again and said, "You are going out, and the young master has made special preparations for you."
Song Xiang was still sleepy. He squinted his eyes and looked outside. He saw a row of men and women dressed in fashionable styles. They looked like designers without even saying a word.
"What's the meaning?"
"You will need a stylist, costume designer, and makeup artist," Yan Song said.
Song Xiang was confused, "No, I just..."
"Go in and help Miss Song clean up." Yan Song ignored Song Xiang and turned around to let people in.
Song Xiang stared and quickly backed away, but the large group of people had already entered the door.
She was dragged in front of the mirror, and then a group of people began to measure her measurements, as if they were planning to give her a complete look on the spot.
"Put on your makeup first, the clothes will be sent over quickly, and your hair must be done as quickly as possible."
There was actually Mike in the lead, planning the entire event as if planning a large-scale event.
Song Xiang was completely confused. He sat on the chair and couldn't figure out the situation at all.
Her appointment with Yang Yukun was at eleven o'clock. She could have slept until nine o'clock before getting up, but she was dragged up inexplicably and her mind was groggy the whole time.
At ten o'clock, her hair was done and she was dragged to the mirror to change clothes.
When I opened my eyes and saw what I looked like, I was really shocked.
Light makeup, simple black long straight hair, and a small white skirt.
At first glance, it seems like we are back five years ago.
"Miss Song is so beautiful."
The people around him were complimenting her wildly, and Song Xiang felt a little dizzy when she heard it.
But then I thought about it, and I started to feel confused again. How could Yan Han be so kind and help her with her blind date?
Just as he was wondering, Yan Song came and knocked on the door again.
"Miss Song, the car is ready."
Song Xiang: "Car?"
"Yes, please."
Song Xiang had an ominous premonition. She walked out in high heels and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see Yan Han outside.
However, when she reached the gate, her heart suddenly caught in her throat again.
There was also a sound of breathing behind him.
The last time she went out to see Gu Lian, there were only eight cars. This time, it was so chaotic that she couldn't even see the end of it.
"Special Assistant Yan, what does this mean?"
Yan Song stepped forward and said: "For your safety, the young master kindly asked us to send more manpower."
Song Xiang pointed to the motorcade outside and closed his eyes, "You want me to take so many people to meet my friends?"
Yan Song: "Dating on a blind date requires some confidence."
Bullshit! Whose blind date is so scary?
Song Xiang took a breath, "I'm just going to meet a friend."
"Then you should be more careful. Who knows if your friends are bad people?" Yan Song still smiled.
Song Xiang really wanted to punch him in the face, because his face looked particularly cold and stern.
"Please." Yan Song signaled.
Song Xiang was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. The time for her appointment with Yang Yukun was coming soon, so she couldn't let go of the pigeons temporarily.