Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Seeing this scene, Qi Yan also pulled the boy away, preparing to find a place to prepare the makeup for the girl's evening banquet.

...

Two hours later, a young girl walked out of Qi Yan's private residence from the fitting room.

The girl's phoenix eyes were slightly opened, and the corners of some of the raised eyes were covered with just the right light red eyeshadow, which made her look even more enchanting and domineering.

The slightly closed sandalwood mouth is smeared with glossy lip gloss, giving people an unknown temptation.

A pretty face is just a little Fendai, but it is enough to make people breathless.

There was a hint of impatience between the girl's brows and eyes, revealing a fascinating ruffian.

Wearing a black and white solid color evening dress, the interweaving of black and white gives people a visual impact, and with the girl's terrified appearance, it is like a landscape of splashing ink.

He is obviously the most honorable king in the world, and should rule the world, but at this moment, the girl's noble and unattainable aura is mixed with the gentleness of a son.

It seems to be able to blend in with the Gobi desert, and be a companion with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

No amount of gorgeous words can compare to the girl's frown and smile at this moment.

Qi Yan just stared and stayed where he was.

Mom...yeah...

He Mo turned out that wearing women's clothes can be so amazing, no, it can't be said to be amazing, it can be called amazing!

Qiang Mo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qi Yan, who was already stunned, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said:

"What? You stared blankly?"

Qi Yan came back to his senses slowly, cleaned up the expression on his face, and said:

"Yes, it's the first time I've seen you dressed so...elegantly."

Teenager, oh no, it should be the smile drawn by the corner of the girl's lips that is more and more charming, full of aura, flamboyant and presumptuous.

Conquering the emotions in his eyes, the curvature of the corners of Qiang Mo's lips gradually flattened, and he walked to the chair beside him and sat down with his hands on his chin, rarely in a daze.

Qi Yan kept staring at the girl, always feeling that something was wrong.

Suddenly, he slapped his head sharply, his hair still hadn't been done!

With a pleasing smile on his face, he walked towards the girl and said charmingly:

"Big brother, boss, look, why don't you pick a wig?"

Hearing the words, the girl raised her eyes, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was vague, a little confusing.

After waiting for a while, just when Qi Yan wanted to give up, the girl's noble and indifferent voice came from the side:

"Help me pick one."

Qi Yan raised his eyes in surprise, looking at the girl with a strange look.

Qiang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and asked back:

"how?"

Qi Yan hurriedly replied:

"No, no, no, big brother, you wait, little brother will go find it!"

A faint smile flashed across the girl's eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

...

Ten minutes later, Qi Yan hurriedly walked in with an exquisite box from outside.

Qi Yan walked up to the girl, opened the box, and there was a certain pure black wig inside.

The smile on the corner of the girl's lips was a bit wicked, she reached out and picked up the wig in the box and played with her fingertips.

It looks like it should be used for ancient hairstyles, right?

Qi Yan rubbed his mouth secretly and said:

"Big brother, my younger brother depends on you now, so... Can Tony get one of this hairstyle?"

The girl gently put down the blue silk in her hands, the corners of her eyes raised slightly, and she said lightly:

"Let's go, how long does it take to start?"

Qi Yan smiled in surprise and waved his exclusive stylist Tony in.