Chapter 3171： Little warm man An An

"Well, I usually pay more attention. I want to wear this headgear."

Ye Qingqing took out a princess crown from her bag and set it with a lot of gems. This princess crown was given by Miao Tianxiang. When she was 18 years old, she participated in the ladies' dance of Madame Dylan in Paris. Princess Bazaar's innocence was ruined by Julie, the white lotus. In order to make up for Bazaar, Mrs. Dylan gave Bazaar the title of princess of the ball that night.

Mrs. Dylan's Celebrity Ball has a very high status in the world. It is held once a year, and celebrities from all over the world are flocking to it, for the title of the princess of the ball that night, which has a high gold content.

Ye Qingqing actually doesn't care about the title of princess. Other celebrities want to get the title of princess in order to marry a good husband, but she already has Lu Mo, and going to the ball is just an eye-opener. The title of princess really doesn't matter, give it to Ba Sarah is more suitable.

But Miao Tianxiang kept this in mind, and then asked the designer to design this princess crown for Ye Qingqing, with many precious gems inlaid, and the price was naturally high. Ye Qingqing never wore it, and I accidentally saw it today, Just thinking of this past, Bazaar married Edward and lived a very happy life. That unbearable past has long been cured by the current happiness.

She suddenly wanted to wear this crown. Since she was pretending to be tender, she might as well wear it to the end.

The middle-aged hair stylist's eyes flashed. He is well-informed. The gem on this crown is not cheap. Although it is not big, the purity and color are of the highest quality. Judging from the workmanship and style, it should be produced by a famous master, and the price is naturally high. Cheap, the market value is less than 200,000 or 300,000.

The hair stylist was very clever. After trimming it a little, he made a loose bun, and a few strands of hair fell on the shoulders, adding a little playfulness, and then wearing a crown, it was full of girlishness.

Ye Qingqing was quite satisfied. This salon was introduced by Song Hongye. It was the first time she came here, and she felt pretty good about the middle-aged hair stylist, so she smiled and said, "I'll come back to you for hair styling later, isn't it convenient?"

"It's my honor to welcome you at any time." The hair stylist smiled. He also likes to serve rich wives. As long as the service is attentive, he will be a regular customer of the shop. He can contribute a lot of money to the shop throughout the year, and only fools will refuse.

A day passed by like this, Ye Qingqing went home, changed into a cake dress, and put on a playful make-up. When she went out, Lin Shufang rolled her eyes, feeling like she saw Ye Qingqing when she was young.

"Your dress is the same as when you were 18 years old. You will wear it more in the future. It will make you look smart." Lin Shufang said with a smile.

"Well, I will wear it like this every day from now on."

Ye Qingqing was delighted, and decided to put away the dark clothes, put on all the new light-colored clothes in the closet, and change them every day to see Hua Lumo's eyes.

"Mom is so beautiful." Jingjing flattered at the right time, and only when she pleases her mother can she eat good fruit.

"No, it should be called sister." An An's little mouth is sweeter, and she will never worry about not being able to marry a daughter-in-law in the future.

Ye Qingqing was overjoyed, she hugged her younger son and kissed her. She took out a hundred yuan from her wallet and stuffed it into An An, "Good boy, go buy something delicious."

"When I'm this tall, I'll have to be called my sister."

An An stood on tiptoe and tried her best to compare. Her little mouth was sweeter than honey, Ye Qingqing's eyes were all smiles, and she took out another hundred yuan as a reward to the little guy. Jingjing's eyes were all fired up next to her.

"Sister, let's go buy something delicious."

After Ye Qingqing left, An An put away one hundred yuan, gave another one hundred yuan to Jingjing, and Jingjing withdrew her little fist. Her brother was quite conscious, so she would not grab it.