The Rich Lady, She Tore Up the Script of White Moonlight

They are all snow-white fairy dresses, and they have a cold and dusty temperament on them.

Wearing such clothes, those who didn't know thought she and Chen Xiangxiang were wearing sister clothes.

And her stature is quite tall among girls, but the clothes in that store are more cute and girly, and the size has always been small.

At the age of fifteen, she was suitable for wearing such clothes, but at the age of eighteen, she was not very suitable.

At the very least, it is not as suitable as Chen Xiangxiang.

When she really puts on her upper body, Chen Xiangxiang will be made even more petite, delicate and charming; and she is tall and slender and her legs are long, so her skirt will be very short, which is a bit nondescript.

She thought for a while and made a call with her mobile phone.

"Uncle Li, how long will the clothes I customized get ready? I sent the size to Helen in the morning."

The other end of the phone was in a hurry, and after a while, a hearty middle-aged male voice sounded: "Xiao Xi, are you finally able to appreciate your Uncle Li's style? I'll just say, the little girl's family, dressed all day long. So what are you doing!"

Yan Xi couldn't help but frown: "Actually, I have always admired the clothes designed by Uncle Li. The colors are lively and bold, but definitely not kitsch. Looking at them makes me feel better."

She used to like to wear white clothes because Yan Qingcheng liked it.

Later, when Yan Qingcheng became seriously ill and he got leukemia, he stayed in the hospital for many years.

Tired of seeing white.

Since she is determined to live well and hard, why can't she let her life be more colorful?

Li Weiran flipped through the order, "I have already expedited the design for you, but I'm afraid it will take a little time, why not let me match some clothes and see you tomorrow morning?"

"Then I'm afraid you have to be earlier. I'm going to Shengyang High School tomorrow."

"You still have to go to school? No, do you need to go to school?!" Li Weiran couldn't help but question his soul. "Aren't you really a full-level player returning to the Novice Village?"

Yan Xi couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you need it? I still want to get into a good university."

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The next morning, Yan Xi went for a walk by the lake as usual, and tried to jog a few steps.

Unexpectedly, she met Xie Changze again. Seeing the mask on the other's face, Yan Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Allergic." Dark eyes swept across her body, and suddenly his long arms stretched out and pulled Yan Xi. "Be careful, don't run if you're not feeling well."

Yan Xi thanked her, and after that, she didn't force herself, and started walking slowly.

When she entered the home yard, she heard several servants talking.

"Have you seen it, it's so similar, I almost got it wrong!"

"Yeah, Miss Xiangxiang really looks like the lady in the photo, and those who didn't know it thought it was the wife's own!"

"Damn, that's because you haven't seen the previous eldest miss. Miss Xiangxiang is very similar to the previous eldest lady!"

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When Yan Xi returned home, Xi Jingxing, Xi Yan and Chen Xiangxiang were all dressed neatly and sat at the dining table.

Yan Xi noticed that Chen Xiangxiang specially wore a brand new white gauze dress today, her brows and eyes became cold, and when she lowered her eyes and did not speak, she looked like fifteen-year-old Yan Xi.

When Xi Jingxing looked at Chen Xiangxiang, his eyes became obviously softer, and he took the initiative to pass the porridge to her, "Xiangxiang, drink porridge."

"Thank you." Chen Xiangxiang opened her mouth, her originally lively voice became much colder and more ethereal.

This time, not only did Xi Jingxing look in a trance, but even Xi Yan had an expression of surprise, "You wouldn't be trying to imitate Yan Yan on purpose, it's really like that!"

"Nonsense!" Xi Jingxing reprimanded him, "Xiangxiang originally looks like Yan Yan."

Xi Yan shrugged, turned around and saw Yan Xi, hurriedly beckoning, "Yan Yan, come and have breakfast!"

Yan Xi sat down at the dining table, took off her mask calmly, revealing her face covered with rashes, and began to eat breakfast.

Because of her morning exercise, she wore very loose sports clothes. Although she looked outstanding because of her slender stature, she was defeated by the red rash on her face that was comparable to disfigurement.

If there was anyone who looked the most like the fifteen-year-old her, even Yan Xi himself had to admit that it was Chen Xiangxiang.

"Sister Yanyan, don't you change your clothes?" Chen Xiangxiang couldn't help but ask when she looked at Yan Xi's sportswear.

Yan Xi ate breakfast calmly: "No change."

Chen Xiangxiang hesitated.

After eating breakfast, when Yan Xi got up and was about to leave the table, she couldn't help but ask Xi Jingxing, "Uncle Xi, is it inappropriate for me to dress like this?"

Her voice was low, but Yan Xi still heard it, and glanced at Chen Xiangxiang slightly.

If she remembered correctly, in the novel, Chen Xiangxiang was the most disgusted of being told that she looked like Yan Xi, so she dressed in her own distinct style.

Now that I wear it like this, beauty is beauty, but I always feel that my temperament is suppressed.

But Xi Jingxing obviously liked Chen Xiangxiang's dress like this, "Why is it inappropriate? This dress suits you too much!"

"Miss!" Butler He found Yan Xi precisely as soon as he came in, "Mr. Li is here."

Li Weiran came with his assistant Helen.

Helen was carrying a few pieces of clothes, and as soon as she came in, she greeted Chen Xiangxiang who was about to go upstairs, "Miss Yanxi, good morning!"

She subconsciously ignored the woman who was walking towards her, holding a mask to cover her face with rashes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Chen Xiangxiang curled up slightly with her fingers grasping the armrest, then glanced at Yan Xi quickly, and was about to open her mouth to explain.

"Crack!" A ruler knocked on Helen's head, and Li Weiran's voice sounded faintly, "Helen, your eyes are blind, and Yan Yan is clearly standing in front of you."

Li Weiran turned to look at the tall little girl in front of him, her eyes softened a lot, she couldn't help raising her hand and rubbed the top of Yan Xi's head, "You've grown a lot taller, no wonder the body proportions are so perfect!"

He didn't even glance at Chen Xiangxiang, as if the other party was air.

Only then did Helen react, and she was so embarrassed: "Miss Yan Xi, I'm sorry, I'm blind."

After she received Yan Xi's body data yesterday, she was amazed. She thought to herself that she would be able to see the beauty today, but she was so clumsy that she mistaken Chen Xiangxiang, whose body proportions were far worse than Yan Xi's, for Yan Xi. It really shouldn't be.

Yan Xi smiled calmly: "It's okay, let's go upstairs."

Li Weiran nodded slightly towards Xi Jingxing with a cold expression.

He is a well-known fashion designer. His self-created high-end clothing brand, Mo Ran, was very popular at home and abroad as soon as it came out. He has a high reputation in the world.

Chen Xiangxiang went downstairs with her schoolbag and saw Fu Yuhuai sitting on the sofa in the living room chatting with Xi Yan.

"Yu Huai, you're here." Chen Xiangxiang smiled and came over to say hello.

Fu Yuhuai looked up at her, and at that moment, a flash of light flashed in the fox's eyes.

The Chen Xiangxiang in front of her was so much like Yan Xi back then, gentle and quiet, and even her smile seemed to be a perfect replica.

Digression: When the stand-in starts to imitate deliberately, it means that she no longer has confidence in herself...