Chapter 142

"Well." Li Jue Feng answered lazily and put Gu Xiaoai down on his shoulder.

Gu Xiaoai looks at a group of people standing in front of him and looks at Li Jue Feng doubtfully. What kind of tricks does the man want to play?

"I'll give you an hour." Li Jue spoke coldly, glanced at her and sat aside.

"I understand."

Gu Xiaoai hasn't understood yet. The group of people can't wait to rush towards her

Thirty minutes later

She finally realized that Li juefeng was taking her to a dinner party. It was the last charity auction dinner held by Chen Guang and Su Xuanxuan

And these are the top fashion stylists in E.S, Li came to the villa is to help her from head to toe to create the image of the dinner.

A long black hair was washed, blown and washed... Finally, it was decided to shape her into an elegant female companion.

Her long hair was curled up, and hundreds of evening clothes were screened in front of her like a roller coaster

Finally, Gu Xiaoai is a noble young woman in a low cut white evening dress and precious jewelry

Gu Xiaoai was stunned. She looked like her mother before.

Whenever my father takes my mother to a banquet, my mother always dresses up like this, holding my father's arm and walking into the envious eyes of others

Handsome father, beautiful mother, smart daughter... Their family is always the focus of all kinds of parties.

It's just that these days... Can't go back.

"What do you think, Mr. Li?"

Stylists are quite proud to push some absent-minded Gu Xiaoai to Li Jue Feng.

Li juefeng was reading the newspaper. He raised his deep eyes when he heard the words. After touching Gu Xiaoai's chest, his eyes were full of ups and downs. He couldn't help but get a deep color of emotion.

Then, Li Jue Feng smashed the newspaper into the head of the stylist's face, "change! If you can't do this, get out of the E.S

Dress up his woman so mature and evil, let the man outside stare at her chest line?!

Damn, these stylists, dare to put a green hat on his head!

Li Jue Feng's roaring voice was like an angry lion. Gu Xiaoai didn't say a word cleverly. The stylist on one side boldly asked, "what style does Mr. Li want?"

"Not coquettish!" Li Jue Feng's roar was straightforward and explicit.

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