Qiao Yu sat on the sofa, back straight, staring unwaveringly at the book in his hand, extremely serious, as if immersed in the book’s world and deaf to all external sounds.
However, he had been looking at this page for three hours.
After being kicked, he immediately looked up and gave the stylist a cold, fierce look: “Get out.”
The stylist immediately bowed to Jian Ning apologetically, said sorry, then bowed to Qiao Yu and quickly left with his apprentice.
He was genuinely stunned by the transformed Jian Ning, who was so captivating that he could charm countless young girls. In a moment of inflated ego, he couldn’t control his mouth and said something he shouldn’t have. Otherwise, he would never have dared to speak that way about someone from Qiao Zong’s circle.
Unfortunately, the words had already been spoken, and he could only beg President Qiao not to hold it against him.
The air fell silent for a moment.
Jian Ning glanced sideways at the man on the sofa, rolled her eyes, and turned to look at the handsome man in the mirror.
Only this face was worth being happy about.
Jian Ning had just discovered that the original owner actually had a face very similar to hers.
When she looked in the mirror, they were about 80% similar, but when looking at photos on her phone, the similarity was only 50-60%. Jian Ning estimated that it was because the soul had changed, so the appearance had also changed somewhat.
Now, the face in the mirror, if not looking at the chest, looked completely like a handsome man and even less like the original owner.
Sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, the hair shaved into a crew cut, with two deliberately carved knife marks on the right side. Jian Ning’s expression turned cold, and the man in the mirror instantly looked cool, with the corners of his mouth raised, his temperament changing immediately – wild and unrestrained, with a seductive charm, a typical lady-killer look.
Jian Ning touched her slightly prickly crew cut, finally having something to be happy about.
All thanks to her high looks.
But…
Jian Ning looked down, frowning. Though it sounded unpleasant, the stylist wasn’t wrong – her chest was quite large, and anyone could tell she was a woman.
