love makeover

Chapter 4

During lunch time, it didn't take long, and it took only four or ten minutes for Yang Yixi to gracefully put down the knife and fork in her hand.After paying the bill, Yang Yixi took Yang Yizhen to the mall again. This time, she didn't buy clothes, but looked for shoes suitable for Yang Yizhen, which naturally included those gorgeous high-heeled shoes.

Yang Yizhen has been running in the fields with her parents since she was a child, her feet are definitely not as delicate as Yang Yixi's, and even the shoe size is two sizes larger than Yang Yixi's.Yang Yixi looked at Yang Yizhen sitting on a chair trying on shoes, her complexion was a bit disfigured. After this round, Yang Yizhen tried a lot of shoes, but none of the shoes was suitable, either too small or painful.

"How do you feel about this pair?" Yang Yixi stood in front of Yang Yizhen, staring at the shoes on Yang Yizhen's feet. The style is the most common, black, stiletto, round toe, but not high, only seven or eight centimeters, which is a small dish for Yang Yizhen The matter of a dish, placed on Yang Yizhen's body, seemed like a huge difficulty, sitting on a low stool and unable to get up.

"...Can't get up." Yang Yizhen moved her buttocks and tried a little bit, but still couldn't stand up.

Yang Yixi took a breath, calmed the impatience in her heart, reached out to help Yang Yizhen up, still looking at the shoes on her feet, stepped back, and said, "Take a few steps and try."

Yang Yizhen glanced at Yang Yixi anxiously, and seeing her withdraw her hand, she immediately felt like being chased away, so she had to follow Yang Yixi's words and try to walk a few steps forward.

I am used to wearing cloth shoes at ordinary times, but now I have stepped directly to the height of seven or eight centimeters with high heels, ignoring those low heels, and ran directly to the shoes with medium heels, which made it difficult for Yang Yizhen to control for a while.

"..." Yang Yizhen's face was burning hot, and she moved forward a few steps in an ugly posture.

Yang Yixi nodded. Although her walking posture was a bit ugly, the reason for this was that she was not used to it. In the future, it would be much better.

Are your feet broken? "

"Do not……"

"Is it small?"

"No……"

"Go back and change it." Yang Yixi felt that Yang Yizhen's clothes were not ugly, and could even be considered good-looking. Since there were no other circumstances, it was inevitable to buy it.

When she heard Yang Yixi's words, Yang Yizhen's eyes lit up instantly. How could it not be uncomfortable for her to walk on stilt-like shoes, "Okay!"

Yang Yizhen is a typical example of extreme joy begets sorrow. As soon as she heard that Yang Yixi asked her to change back to her cloth shoes, she walked over excitedly and quickly, and accidentally broke her foot. If Yang Yixi hadn't supported her, Yang Yizhen would have fallen to the ground in an ugly way.

"Did you twist your foot?" Yang Yixi supported Yang Yizhen in a posture that almost hugged Yang Yizhen into her arms.

Although Yang Yixi has short hair that reaches to the chin, she doesn't usually like makeup, but she has a faint fragrance on her body. The moment Yang Yizhen was supported by Yang Yixi, she could smell the smell of Yang Yixi's body. The faint fragrance of flowers made Yang Yizhen's cheeks blush instantly.

"No..." Yang Yizhen responded in a low voice, then eagerly withdrew from Yang Yixi's arms, hurried to the edge of the low stool, and changed her cloth shoes back.

Yang Yixi bought the shoes for Yang Yizhen. Since Yang Yizhen's size was too big, and Yang Yixi lost patience, Yang Yixi asked the staff in the store to take three pairs of shoes of the same size and style, and quickly bought the shoes she needed. The shoes are assembled.

Following Yang Yixi out of the shopping mall and getting into the car, Yang Yizhen realized that Yang Yixi didn't take her home, but drove in another direction.

"Where are we... going?" The clothes and shoes that should be bought have already been bought, and Yang Yizhen really can't imagine what else she needs.

After Yang Yixi heard Yang Yizhen's question, she was not in a hurry to answer. After the car turned a corner, she answered in a leisurely manner, "Changing your hairstyle for you."

Yang Yizhen stretched out her hand to stroke her hair, glanced at the rearview mirror, her cheeks were still red, she likes twists, what's wrong with such a dress?

The car stopped slowly, and after Yang Yizhen got out of the car, she saw the huge banner at a glance. When she looked down, she saw the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and there were many people holding shiny scissors inside.

"Go in." Yang Yixi walked around the front of the car and walked to Yang Yizhen's side. After her eyes froze for a few seconds on Yang Yizhen's big braid, she took the lead to take a few steps forward.

Yang Yizhen followed behind, and when she entered the room, she was greeted by a tangy aroma, and the combination of various smells made her dizzy.

"Change her hairstyle." Yang Yixi naturally sat down on the sofa at one side, picked up a magazine and read it slowly, and handed everything over to the barber in the shop.

The person who cuts Yang Yizhen's hair is Yang Yixi's usual hairdresser. She has always cut hair in this shop, and everyone here is familiar with Yang Yixi.

"How about making big waves?" the barber turned to ask Yang Yixi. He had been staring at Yang Yizhen's face for a long time, and felt that big waves were feasible, so he asked Yang Yixi's opinion. Yang Yizhen and Yang Yixi have similar faces, but different styles, like Yang Yixi is used to neat short hair, and has never tried long hair with big waves.

"En." Yang Yixi nodded, feeling that there was nothing impossible, so she nodded to express her thoughts.

After working for an hour, Yang Yizhen's hairstyle was considered complete. Yang Yixi put down the magazine in her hand and looked up at Yang Yizhen. The hairstyle she designed was still good. The marijuana flowers turned into big waves in an instant, and her temperament completely changed. But it can be completely accepted in the next moment. I have to say that Yang Yizhen is suitable for this hairstyle.

"Do you want to dye it?" The barber looked at Yang Yizhen's hair with satisfaction, thinking that it would be great to dye the tail with a different color.

"Forget it, that's it." Yang Yixi went to pay the money, and took Yang Yizhen out of the barber shop.

On the way back, Yang Yixi took Yang Yizhen to the supermarket again, bought some necessities for Yang Yizhen, and bought a lot of vegetables along the way.This dish was picked by Yang Yizhen. People who grew up in the countryside are better at picking vegetables than Yang Yixilai.

When I got home, the clock had reached four o'clock. Summer is no better than winter. Even at seven or eight o'clock, summer is still bright.It's too early to cook now, so Yang Yixi began to think about transforming Yang Yizhen, since she has everything on the outer packaging, so the inside must be missing.

"Yang Yizhen, have you ever been to school?" Yang Yixi let Yang Yizhen sit down beside her, dragged her chin with her left hand naturally, and her eyes stopped on Yang Yizhen's face.

"I've been there..." Yang Yizhen was looked at unnaturally by Yang Yixi, her eyes naturally dragged her, stopped elsewhere, and answered softly.

"Well... How long have you been on-?"

Yang Yizhen glanced at Yang Yixi, then looked away instantly, "Graduated from high school."

Graduated from high school, this education is not low in rural areas, "write a few words for me to see."

Yang Yixi moved a piece of paper in front of Yang Yizhen, and then handed the pen to Yang Yizhen.For writing, Yang Yizhen still likes it very much, and she has always praised her for her good handwriting since she was a child.

Putting the paper on the coffee table, Yang Yizhen bent down slightly, and took a pen to write a few large characters on the snow-white paper.Yang Yixi sat by the side and watched. After Yang Yizhen finished writing, she took a closer look, and this faint glance made Yang Yixi lose her words. Yang Yizhen's handwriting was much better than her own. I wanted Yang Yizhen to practice it. As for calligraphy, it's good now, it's time for me to practice calligraphy.

"It's well written...not bad." Yang Yixi glanced at Yang Yizhen again, and changed her hairstyle, which seemed to make Yang Yizhen more attractive.

"The teacher also said that my writing is good." Yang Yizhen showed a rare shy smile, her hands were still resting on her knees cautiously.

The plan of practicing calligraphy was discarded, and the atmosphere between Yang Yixi and Yang Yizhen slowed down for a while, and the quietness was a bit too much.

"I... I'm going to cook first." Yang Yizhen didn't like this dull atmosphere, nor was she used to it, so she left in a hurry within a few minutes, and the best excuse for this was dinner tonight .

Hearing Yang Yizhen's words, Yang Yixi didn't say much, just nodded and let Yang Yizhen go.

After Yang Yizhen entered the kitchen, her beating heart gradually recovered. Yang Yizhen had never experienced that strange feeling.

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