Chapter 78 (2/2)

Lausanne's face turned white.

”I have something urgent to do. I'm going back to an'cheng tonight. I'll come back in two days, and I'll give it to you here.” Yi Jingxi flicked the ashes and took a deep look at Lausanne before leaving.

Before long, Zhong Yi came down from the upstairs and gave her an order, ”arrange for the make-up artist and stylist to come over. There will be a dinner party in Gufeng in the evening. You can also prepare for it.”.

”Good,” Lausanne said, looking down on the phone.

She didn't quite believe that she liked to keep herself by her side just to get her, and maybe there were other conspiracies.

Zhong Yi turned around, walked a few steps, and then turned back, ”you also changed your clothes. Although you are my assistant, you can't get into the ancient style by wearing this way.”.

After she left, Lausanne quickly searched the Internet for Antiquities, but she couldn't find them before calling Ye Chuen. Her family background is prominent and she must often go to high-end places.

”Of course, you can't be worse on the Internet. The ancient style is a very low-key private club, which is generally not open to the public. It's all about acquaintances and acquaintances,” says Ye Chuen. ”To go there, you have to wear formal clothes. Women have to wear a skirt. Why, you want to go to the antique style”?

”Well, the reason for the job,” Lausanne hung up, feeling less uneasy.

She was afraid that she would like to make herself beautiful. She had to keep an eye on herself if she wanted to sell herself in the past.

Probably know that she did not have a skirt, love finally in their own closet to take a set of the most humble black skirt to her.

In Lausanne's change, she was white, tall and slender, even in a black skirt, she wore a cool and mysterious elegance.

After carefully dressed up, she felt uncomfortable. What she hated most was that Lausanne looked better and had temperament in everything. But now let her be beautiful for the time being. I can't see her dead until tonight.

In the evening, with a drizzle, the Lausanne gang went into the antique club with an umbrella.

Lausanne shivered in the cold wind, and then looked at the love of her coat around her. She finally understood that the weather in November made her wear a short skirt and sandals to go out. She just wanted to freeze to death.