Chapter 159

No matter how waterproof the envelope and the letter paper inside are, they are also made of paper.

Just floated into the furnace, immediately turned into ash, even slag is not left.

But not including a letter.

The last letter that was thrown in was quite good.

There was fire all around the envelope, but it didn't roll up a side.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper was stunned at first. Immediately, he seemed to realize something and immediately took tools to put out the fire.

Then he put on his gloves and took out the letter carefully.

The housekeeper took a closer look and found that the envelope was not only intact, but also not stained with dust.

He was in charge of the outskirts of Laurent castle and received dozens of traditional letters every day.

These letters are basically sent by the fans outside. The members of the Laurent family have read them several times and never read them again.

He said that if such letters were sent in the future, they would all be burned.

It's really important that we don't use such an old method of communication.

It has become a habit for housekeepers to burn letters every day.

Today, it's the first time for him to encounter such a thing.

He had never heard of any paper that could not be burned.

What if it's something poisonous?

It would be bad if the young masters and ladies in the manor were harmed.

just as the housekeeper hesitated to hand in the letter, footsteps came from the hall on the first floor of the castle.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him: "the letter in hand, give it to me."

The housekeeper suddenly recovered from his thoughts. He turned his head, but he didn't know the man.

But he noticed that golden iris was embroidered on the cuff of the visitor.

The golden iris is the symbol of the Bank of Laurent.

Only the core servants inside the castle carry such signs.

The housekeeper handed the letter in his hand.

"Not bad." The young servant took it and sighed softly, "I know you can burn letters, using nano materials."

The housekeeper was bewildered and frightened. He said tentatively, "do you mean..."

"It has nothing to do with you." The young servant waved, "go ahead."

After carefully inserting the envelope into his pocket, he left the castle hall and walked around the garden to the innermost part of the manor.

Of course, the housekeeper did not dare to follow.

He is also an old servant of the Laurent family. He has worked for 13 years, but now he is not allowed to enter the core of the castle.

It is said that the real leader of the Laurent family lives there.

Don't even step in without permission from other members of the family.

This letter, then, must also be wanted by the real person in power.

At the thought of this, the housekeeper was in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the letter is OK, otherwise he would not have had enough lives.

**

China.

Shanghai city.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

In a top modeling shop.

This modeling shop only serves the rich and famous ladies. Today is the first time that it has been chartered.

In the shop, make-up artists, beauticians, hairdressers and other technicians come and go, with a lot of tools in hand.

Ying Zijin sits in front of the make-up mirror with no expression.

Behind her are the students of class 19 and Mr. Zhong.

She didn't want to talk to any of them at all, or even remember how she was dragged here.

In the morning, she finished her biology class for class 19. At noon, she was lying on the table and fell asleep. Before she woke up, she was dragged away by Xiuyu and another girl in the class, saying to invite her to eat the new desserts.

Then Ying Zijin didn't see her in the dessert shop. He saw the old man Zhong waiting for her, and a group of stylists eager to try.

And then she was pressed on the chair.

"Miss Zijin, your skin is very good." The makeup artist looked at the girl, surprised and envied, "originally I was going to do exfoliation and photon whitening for you, it seems that I don't need it."

she picked up the mask next to her, and couldn't wait. "I'll give you a water supplement to make up."

Ying Zijin yawns, remembering that she often stays up late recently, so she nods.

After the completion of the process of replenishing water, the makeup artist pushed the cosmetic car over and asked, "Miss Zijin, what style of make-up do you want to make? Mori? Or Bohemian? "

Ying Zijin: "please give me a picture to kill Matt."

Makeup Artist:

He also listened carefully to Mr. Zhong

Ying Zijin saw master Zhong's chest in the mirror, and his face was distressed. After a pause, he reluctantly changed his words: "Baroque."Baroque make-up has a strong retro style, which is only popular in o island.

Because even if the facial features are a little flat and flawed, it will be nondescript with Baroque makeup.

After working here for several years, the makeup artist met two people who asked for Baroque makeup, which led her to forget this style.

But really there is no more baroque style for girls in front of the makeup.

Low key, luxurious, noble, mysterious.

As soon as the makeup artist's eyes brightened, inspiration came and he immediately began to act.

"Dress! Here comes the dress Half an hour later, Xiuyu moved in a big box from the door, "Ying dad, look, I bought several pieces for you, you choose one."

Say, she opens a box, one by one ground takes out to win Son Jin to see.

There are sea blue princess skirt, retro small black skirt, and Pipa skirt cheongsam.

Each one is specially customized, and the price should be more than one million.

Ying Zijin slowly breathed out a breath: "do you not show your arms or legs, it's better to protect your neck?"

The younger brother scratched his head and said, "ah? It's just the Arabian robe. "

Xiuyu: "I'm not sure."

She has to cover up her good figure, which makes her heartache.

Although their father Ying wore an Arabian robe, his appearance and aura were also directly crushed.

Xiuyu had no choice but to put the dress back into the box.

At this time, a shop assistant ran in, holding a gift box in his hand: "Miss Zijin, someone sent it."

Ying Zijin is still making up. Xiuyu helps to open it.

Inside was a black dress, but not a skirt.

Xiuyu can see at a glance that this dress is just a coat, and the price is more than 10 million.

Plus the diamonds and other materials on the dress, the total price is definitely more than 100 million.

Who sent such a large sum of money?

Although Xiuyu was curious, he didn't ask: "father Ying, it happens that this is the dress you like. When you finish your make-up, I'll help you wear it."

**

Shanghai city hall.

The concert starts at 7:00 p.m. and many fans come to line up at 4:00 p.m.

Most of the fans come to listen to Ying Luwei's concert for the first time. When they can go in at six, they can't wait.

Backstage.

Ying Luwei is dressing up in the mirror, but her face is not pretty.

Originally, she had made an appointment with the modeling shop, but just a few hours ago, the modeling shop went to inform her that there was no way to serve her.

She increased the price, and the styling shop didn't change.

Suddenly, she couldn't find other makeup artists, so she had to come by herself.

Zhong Manhua was sitting on one side, uneasy and anxious.

She has been deliberately avoiding everything about Ying Zijin.

During this period of time, she was relieved that she didn't call her.

Unexpectedly, Ying Luwei dropped such a bomb directly to her.

It was only after Zhong came to the great hall that he knew what had happened. He could not leave.

Once again, she thought that there were still many famous artists coming, and there were real-time broadcasts online, which made her heart and lungs ache.

Zhong Manhua thought it was Ying Luwei who wanted to provide Ying Zijin with an opportunity to make friends with famous people. In this way, she can directly refuse.

Unexpectedly, on the contrary, Ying Zijin wants to come.

"Are you not feeling well, sister-in-law?" Ying Luwei has been using Yu Guang to pay attention to Zhong Manhua, seemingly inadvertently, "do you want to go to the hospital?"

"I've got a stomachache." Zhong Manhua naturally won't say that she doesn't want to see Ying Zijin play, "it's nothing serious."

"My sister-in-law must pay more attention to her health." Ying Luwei put on her make-up and stood up. "The concert is about to start. I'll take you to the seat."

Hearing this, Zhong Manhua squeezed the bag strap subconsciously.

They walked out the door and ran into a foreigner.

"Are you Mr. Bart?" Ying Luwei was stunned and then surprised. She said in English, "it's a great honor for you to condescend to come to my concert. After the performance, can you give me some advice?"

"Do I know you well?" Forced by Berger, Bart was even more impatient and polite, ignoring her and looking back, "where's the other player? Haven't you come yet? "