Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Song Xuan prepared a retro-style hand-painted dress for Yang Zimei.

Pink hanfu top, wide-button sleeves, hand-painted orchids, pink blue silk dress, splashed ink painted red peony, gentle and fresh, Yang Zimei liked it at a glance.

She entered the fitting room and put on her skirt. She dragged the skirt and came out with a subtle, feminine, and euphemistic look, like a beautiful pink woman walking out of the willow drizzle from an ancient painting. Will be graceful into a charming poem, a little bit poetic.

"Human Cihua" cloud: faint words are all flavors, shallow words are specific.

Song Xuan looked a little crazy.

Yang Zimei smiled slightly at him, "Mr. Song, is it appropriate for me to wear this dress to attend the auction?"

Song Xuan nodded hurriedly, "It's perfect."

"Where did you buy this dress?" Yang Zimei liked this retro trench coat and wanted to buy more sets in the future.

"I cut it myself." Song Xuan answered.

Yang Zimei was a little stunned, she carefully looked at the clothes on her body, whether it was cutting or needlework, everything was fine and clever, and it was a master-level production.

She thought that Song Xuan would only identify antiques, but unexpectedly, he could even tailor clothes, and he was still such a complicated dress.

The size of this dress is just tailor-made for her. Did he make it only two days ago?

When asked, it really is.

Yang Zimei recalled the last life, remembering that his wife wore a chic cheongsam every day, wouldn't he also do it?

So she couldn't help asking: "Mr. Song, would you make a cheongsam?"

Song Xuan nodded slightly, "If you like cheongsam, I can do it for you next time. Your temperament is really suitable for these traditional costumes."

"Mr. Song is very busy, so I don't dare to bother." Yang Zimei politely refused, she really didn't want to owe him too much.

Song Xuan didn't say much, but let her sit down and ask her to wear a bun that matches the costume.

Although he knew that he should not make too many contacts with him, he couldn't refuse his sincere expectations, and only sat in front of the classical bronze mirror.

Song Xuan picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her long, soft and dark hair, with an air of concentration, as if facing his beloved antiques.

Yang Zimei looked at Song Xuan in the mirror, feeling the gentle and meticulous movements in his hand, and said that it was false.

However, it can only be moved, she really does not have that kind of feelings for men and women to him.

Song Xuan slung her **** hair obliquely, then held it with a quaint green fei hair, and a black hair drooped down her chest, looking quaint and youthful.

Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei, who was dressed up in front of him, with satisfaction, as if looking at a piece of porcelain that had just been cleaned and scrubbed by himself, white, clean, quaint and beautiful.

In this world, no girl does not love beauty, especially like Yang Zimei. In the previous life, she could only be displaced for food and clothing. She did n’t have the time, energy, and money to dress herself up. She missed the flowery age, and she had some regrets.

In this life, she returned, but because her bones were damaged, she could only stay on the mountain before, lonely wearing the simplest clothes, just like the empty valley orchid, beauty is beautiful, but less appreciated.

Now, seeing that he was dressed like a fairy, Yang Zimei was full of joy, and couldn't help but turn around in front of the mirror a few more times.

Her skin is extremely good, pink and rosy, and her lips are red and white. She does not need makeup, but just maintains her natural complexion.

* [PS] A girl grows mature and beautiful, and often needs a man who is as mature and apprehensive as Song Xuan to guide. This has nothing to do with love. Song Xuan is not a male lead.