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 dance has a high international status. 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 dance 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 incident, Bazaar married Edward and lived a very happy life. That unbearable past incident has long been cured by the current happiness.

She suddenly wanted to wear this crown, and 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 twenty or thirty thousand.

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 hair 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 a haircut later, isn't it convenient?"

"It's my honor to welcome you anytime." The stylist smiled. He also likes to serve rich wives. As long as the service is attentive, he will be a regular customer in the store. He can contribute a lot of money to the store throughout the year, and a fool would refuse.

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

"You dress up like you were 18 years old. Wear it more in the future to 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 pretty." 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 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 mouth was sweeter than honey, Ye Qingqing's eyes were all smiles, she took out another hundred yuan and gave it to the little guy, Jing Jing's eyes all went on fire.

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

After Ye Qingqing left, An An put away one hundred yuan, gave the other one hundred yuan to Jingjing, and Jingjing withdrew her small fist. The younger brother was quite conscious, so she didn't try to grab it.