Chapter 19

"What's the matter? It's just a trivial matter." Pu Yu seemed to suddenly think of something: "By the way, I just forgot to confirm my presence with the advertising department, Gu Xiang, I'll help you take the clothes to the lounge, you help me go Can you sign your name at the advertising department? Please."

Pu Yu has smiling eyes, and when she smiles, she looks like a Korean girl, and she is also very friendly.When such a girl coquettishly begs someone to come, her lethality is almost invincible.

"This..." Gu Xiang frowned slightly, as if a little impatient but helpless, he reluctantly said: "Okay."

"Thank you, Gu Xiang." Pu Yu waved at Gu Xiang, and bouncing down the corridor with her handbag in her arms.

Gu Xiang stood where he was, his eyes slightly cold.

Guest lounge.

It is bigger and more comfortable than the artist lounge, at least there are no messy cosmetics and clothes racks, a large changing area is separated by glass doors, and even fancy bead curtains are thoughtfully added.But in fact, it is superfluous, because no guest is willing to change clothes in this place. Most of the time, the guest lounge is just a box for guests to touch up makeup and drink tea before going on stage.

Pu Yu stood in the center of the lounge, with her handbag on the chair and half of her skirt in her palm.

The silky material brushes over the fingertips, and it feels good to the touch. One can imagine how attractive it is wrapped around a slim figure.The design of the dress is simple, with a small hollow on the back, and butterflies at the buckle, which are low-key and sexy.

This is an icing on the cake dress.

Pu Yu's fingertips slowly slid onto the buckle along the small hollowed-out flowers.

Silver buttons, the patterns on the butterfly wings are lifelike.Although it is not a luxury brand, the good workmanship and design also show that the skirt is worth a lot.At least for an artist who has just debuted, it is not a small expense.If it is not for the limelight, there is no need to buy such a dress.

Pu Yu clenched her fingertips tightly, and her other hand had already grasped a pair of scissors.

The tip of the scissors lightly rests on the butterfly button. The more delicate something is, the more vulnerable it is, and the same goes for clothes.As long as you gently pick it up, the buckle becomes hollow, and you can't see anything for a while, and nothing will happen if you sit and put on makeup.But as long as it's time to play, stand up, and after a long time of activities, the buckle will completely fall off, and the clothes that are so close-fitting will immediately fall apart, which is probably very beautiful.

But for a newcomer, especially a female artist, it is almost a bottomless abyss.

There was a sneer on the corner of Pu Yu's lips, and she was about to forcefully open the core of the buckle with her hands.

"I thought about it, but I still don't think it's worth it." A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Pu Yu was startled, and the scissors in her hand fell to the ground with a "click". She turned her head, and Gu Xiang was standing at the door, holding her mobile phone with a gentle smile.

"The advertising department is too far away, you can go by yourself." Gu Xiang's eyes fell on the scissors on the ground, and he smiled: "But it seems that you are going to be a tailor to help me cut clothes."

"Are you thinking now, since you've been seen anyway, why don't you cut it into pieces so that I can't make an appearance?" Gu Xiang said.

Pu Yu's eyes panicked for a moment.

"Not to mention the feasibility of your behavior and how the company will end up, but—" she raised her phone: "I just used Meipai to record it, do you think your scissors are fast, or my hands are fast? "

(End of this chapter)

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