The curtain of the changing room was slightly lifted by a pink hand, and a very low voice came from it, which seemed to be hesitant: "I'm... I'm out."

Song Jiayin looked at the gorgeous evening dress that she had never worn under her neck. She was a little nervous, wondering whether it was suitable or not, and whether he liked it or not.

Well, anyway, try it on first.

At last, the curtain was not pulled open by a small margin, but lifted a whole and a half, and song Jiayin's figure gradually appeared in the little nanny's sight.

The petite person in front of her has a delicate face. She used to fall down like a waterfall. Now her dark hair is slightly curled up, which makes her a bit of a mature woman's charm. The light blue cloth belt originally used to girdle her waist is worn on her head as a hair belt, which really adds a bit of playfulness and loveliness. The white face is slightly reddish, and the slender eyebrows under the willow leaf eyebrows are clear eyes. The apricot eyes, such as the clear spring, are refreshing and pleasant. The long eyelashes like big brushes are thicker and thicker because they are painted by mascara. The small and upright nose makes her face more three-dimensional, and the lips that are usually as light as coral red are smeared with a little bright lip color, which is more vivid on the white face, making people unconsciously have a sense of visual impact.

Song Jiayin is wearing a light blue evening dress. The hazy and elegant colors show her unique elegant temperament. Her neck is decorated with a holy and transparent crystal necklace, which adds a bit of nobility to her. The light blue evening dress slightly showed her fragrant shoulder, and it didn't make people think she was frivolous, it really felt her lively. She didn't have anything gorgeous on her hand. To put it bluntly, she wore two pairs of long white gloves. If you look at them carefully, you can find some light blue and complicated dark lines, such as the strange charms in ancient history, which added a sense of mystery to her. Blue evening dress inlaid with a few flowers, not too much color, with a soft veil, only let people feel her elegant and indifferent.

Under her light blue evening dress, which is not too long, is a pair of slender legs. They are as beautiful as jade. They are slightly pink at the knee joints, which adds a bit of loveliness to the girl in front of her. Every inch of her legs is like heaven's preference and grace, which makes people wonder how there can be such a perfect person in the world.

She is wearing a pair of White Velvet socks. Pure white doesn't make people feel monotonous, it just makes people feel special. Two layers of lace are around her feet, which even sets off her white skin. The light blue crystal shoes don't have too much decoration, and don't have all kinds of gems on the top leather shoes rings like her daughter. It doesn't seem that song Jiayin's dress is simple, but it highlights her simple and elegant temperament.

The little nanny standing next to song Jiayin's eyes were almost straight. She wiped the saliva that didn't exist. Looking at the delicate face of the girl in front of her, she stammered like a child: "Miss... You are so beautiful! Very beautiful

Looking at the baby sitter's action, song Jiayin thought that she was unhappy because she was not good-looking. She was a little nervous when she scratched the corner of her clothes. After hearing her words, she gently loosened the corner of the clothes that were about to be scratched and wrinkled, and gave the baby sitter a grateful smile: "thank you for your praise."

It doesn't matter if you don't smile. As soon as you smile, song Jiayin's eyes become more and more clear. As soon as you smile, everything in the world seems to be eclipsed.

The baby sitter felt as if her cheeks were about to burn. She lowered her head and covered her hot face with her hands. She was so poor that she said, "Miss, you'd better smile less in the future. It's really, special, special... Beautiful."

Song Jiayin was so happy that she shook her head with a smile and looked down at the baby sitter's expression: "it's not so exaggerated. It's just a change of clothes after putting on makeup. As the saying goes, horses depend on saddles and people depend on clothes."

The baby sitter obviously didn't believe it. She let go of her hand and tooted her mouth: "no, miss is the most beautiful, and she is usually the same!"

Song Jiayin can't laugh or cry. She comforts the baby sitter symbolically: "OK, OK, listen to you. You're right. Don't worry about it. You don't look good with your mouth

The little nanny was satisfied. She carefully pulled song Jiayin up, like a show off child: "that's right."

Just as the baby sitter and song Jiayin are talking and laughing, Gong Yichen comes.

At first sight, Gong Yichen saw song Jiayin in his light blue dress talking and laughing with others.

The baby sitter always felt a bad line of sight staring at her. When she saw Gong Yichen's cold eyes, she felt a chill behind her. The cold hair stood up like a frightened cat.

"Miss, I'll go first!"

It was staring at the hair, the little nanny secretly rubbed his hands, nostalgic to see just carefully dressed song Jiayin, then rigidly consciously left.

Song Jiayin felt puzzled, but did not stop her. She simply thought that the baby sitter had something important to do and had to leave first.

She gently turned her head and said goodbye. Then she saw Gong Yichen standing not far away from her.

That usually cold and domineering man, drag cool president, now, it is like a pure boy, red face looking at herself.

Song Jiayin only felt that she was really amused and said with a smile: "I'm really so beautiful?"

Who knows, Gong Yichen even nodded his head for the first time, or very hard.

"Good looking."

This answer made song Jiayin feel at a loss: "ah?"

Just for a moment, Gong Yichen cleared his throat, coughed, and returned to his original appearance: "I said you look good."

Song Jiayin didn't expect that Gong Yichen suddenly changed from a pure boy to a bully president. She was a little angry, but her body was sincerely red and became a monkey's ass.

She cunningly smile, clear big eyes, which twinkle with smart color: "then you this is not tantalizing ah, Gong da da."

Gong Yichen tidies up song Jiayin's messy bangs. His fluffy hand makes him feel reluctant to let go. Gong Yichen picks his eyebrows, and the slanting peach blossom eyes are full of song Jiayin's clever appearance. He smiles vaguely: "of course. You're the one who's teasing me. "